Most of you have heard of the classic book about trading written over a century ago named Reminiscences of a Stock Operator (by Edwin Lefèvre). There is a tale within that book which I used to find perplexing, and even kind of annoying, but I think I finally get it. Here’s how the text reads:

His name was Partridge, but they nicknamed him Turkey behind his back, because he was so thick-chested and had a habit of strutting about the various rooms, with the point of his chin resting on his breast. The customers, who were all eager to be shoved and forced into doing things so as to lay the blame for failure on others, used to go to old Partridge and tell him what some friend of a friend of an insider had advised them to do in a certain stock. They would tell him what they had not done with the tip so he would tell them what they ought to do. But whether the tip they had was to buy or to sell, the old chap’s answer was always the same. The customer would finish the tale of his perplexity and then ask: “What do you think I ought to do?”