Done, as if by order

Monday, GOOG went on a tear, retaking $600 decisively. Friday, I said that GOOG was searching for $600. Predictions are meaningless—the tear was real. That's all that counts.

You gotta feel it, struggling its way back up. The big Gorilla just stood up and busted through the ceiling, and now he's climbing up the building again. Traders in bi-planes, circling around him. And then the Gorilla morphs into John Huston, gold-dancing on the mountain, and the traders morph into Fred C. Dobbs, already plotting to kill the others and steal all the gold for himself.