They Dismissed An Elderly Woman—Until The City’s Most Powerful Investor Went Silent

he collapsed from exhaustion in 1979. I had been at his wedding to his first wife.

And he didn’t remember my face.

“Hello, Daniel,” I said, putting weight on his first name.

He flinched. The nickname. Nobody called him Daniel anymore. It was Mr. Finch or sir or, in the press, “the Oracle of the Market.”

“I haven’t been called that in a long time,” he said,continue reading …