I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.


Introduction, Section I, p. x - The Great Crash, 1929 (1954 and 1997)


I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.

I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.

I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.

I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.