In the parlor of headlines, a man with a loud voice spoke of giants and Dow numbers as if the street corner were a grand battlefield. President Trump kept talking of a Dow at a hundred thousand, while futures crept upward on Monday morning as if they were stubborn horses fooled by a carrot. Meanwhile, the gold market seems to have found its swagger again, pulling itself back toward a legend of five thousand dollars an ounce, and silver, ever the second fiddle, tiptoes back to eighty. The numbers rise and fall like a flock of birds that can’t decide whether to roost or fly away.