The opening paragraph from Galbraith's The Great Crash of 1929

Some years, like some poets and politicians and some lovely women, are singled out for fame far beyond the common lot, and 1929 was clearly such a year.  Like 1066, 1776, and 1914, it is a year that eeryone remembers.  One went to college before 1929, was married after 1929, or wasn't even born in 1929, which bespeaks total innocence.  A reference to 1929 has become shorthand for the events of that autumn.  For a decade, whenever Americans have been afflicted with doubt as to the durability of their current state of prosperity, they hav asked:  "Will it be 1929 all over again?"  And even afte ra quarter of a century, this is still a year with a singular political personality.  Just as Republican orators for a generation after Appomattox made use of the bloody shirt, so for a generation Democrats have been warning that to elect Republicans is to invite another disaster like that of 1929.  The defeat of the Democratic candidate in 1952 was widely attributed to the unfortunate appearance at the polls of too many youths who knew only by hearsay of the horrors of those days.

I wonder if we won't be hearing the same again, in years future . . .