In chapter 12 of Reminiscences of a stock operator, traders were trying to make the market paid for the fur coat and everyone lose money. That's the idea of zen, it has to be effortless.
How do you think he does it? I don't know! What makes him so good? Well he ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzz or bells Don't see no lights a-flashin' he plays by sense of smell Always gets the replay, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball