Bitcoin Fever in 2025: Is Your Portfolio Doomed or Due for Glory?
Inflation, that persistent spectre haunting the dreams of every middle-aged banker, is the gentle but inexorable rise of prices. It sighs through the drawing rooms of the economy, robbing your notes of their dignity with each passing season. As the price of luncheon soars and the Sunday roast becomes an extravagance, what once bought a round or two now purchases hardly half a cucumber sandwich. Statisticians, seeking meaning in misery, boast about indexes such as the CPI—presumably short for “Continually Pinched Income.”