Never take Principles of Finance unless you enjoy the sensation of slowly losing the will to live. I can feel my brain harden and turn to ash, banging against my skull, pleading for mercy and begging for respite from its psychological shackles of fire and death. It’s an unsettling feeling, having a hard lump of rock rattling about your head. A weak creature that will not be freed nor restored to its lost glory until you burn the witch that has bound and gagged it with liquidity ratios and a high shrilly voice that drives the dogs mad.
I hate finance.