“…a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.” – Macbeth
I think Yellen could have stood up and said, ” Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen. The moon is made of green cheese.” And then abruptly took her seat. The traders on Wall St would momentarily have a perplexed look on their face. Scratched their head, and then went back to the insane world of trading. Some buying, some selling, but all going back to trading. There is no rhyme, for there is no reason. Welcome to the new normal.