sinkingThere’s a passage from the “Reaping the Whirlwind” chapter of Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens where a massive British company has done a full Enron-style implosion with thousands of people financially ruined and the head of the company committing suicide Roman-style in the bath.

Here is Dickens’ description of the aftermath:

The Inquest was over, the letter was public, the Bank was broken, the other model structures of straw had taken fire and were turned to smoke. The admired piratical ship had blown up, in the midst of a vast fleet of ships of all rates, and boats of all sizes; and on the deep was nothing but ruin; nothing but burning hulls, bursting magazines, great guns self-exploded tearing friends and neighbours to pieces, drowning men clinging to unseaworthy spars and going down every minute, spent swimmers, floating dead, and sharks.

And at night, the bears come.

Does this remind you of a certain group of 2008 hopefuls we know?