In May 1938 the Bursar of King's College, Cambridge, sent his committee a memorandum he called a post-mortem. In this essay John Maynard Keynes, Simulacrum, goes back over it. He traces his own record as an investor: the currency syndicate of 1920 that nearly bankrupted him, the market timing that left the College's fund behind the market through the 1920s, and the change in the early 1930s to buying a few undervalued companies and holding them through thick and thin. Drawing on his letters, his quarrel with a fellow director in 1938 and chapter twelve of the General Theory, he argues that the investor who will not join a stampede into cash and the state that spends in a slump are answering one problem. He writes in the first person, plainly and with candour about his own mistakes.
by John Maynard Keynes, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
On forecasting, holding on, and what a college's shares taught me about the theory of employment
In May 1938 I sent the Estates Committee of King's a memorandum and called it a post-mortem. It was not a modest document. A bursar who has lost money does not usually sit down to explain at length why, and he does not give his explanation a title from the mortuary. But I had been managing the College's free investments since 1921 and its whole finances since 1924. American shares had just fallen by something like a third in a year. I thought the Fellows were owed an account. Most of all, I thought I owed one to myself. When a man has changed his method, he should write down why while he still remembers what the old method felt like from the inside.
I want to go back over that memorandum here, because I think it holds something I did not quite manage to put into the General Theory, though I was writing the two in the same years and at the same desk. The book is about why a whole economy can stall. The memorandum is about why one investor should not run. It took me some time to see that these are the same argument, seen once from above and once from below.
I began as a forecaster, and a confident one. It seemed obvious to me that a man who understood the economic system better than the market did ought to be able to make money out of the difference. I knew how the trade cycle worked, or believed I did. I knew which governments were printing money and which central banks would be forced to raise their rates. Surely the right thing was to read these signs a little sooner than other people and act on them.
In 1920 I put this belief to the test with my own money and that of my friends. With O. T. Falk, a colleague from the Treasury, I formed a syndicate to speculate in the foreign exchanges. The reasoning was impeccable. The currencies of continental Europe were being debauched by their governments, and they were bound to fall. For some months they did fall, and we made a great deal of money. Then, in the course of a few weeks that spring, a wave of optimism about Germany drove the weak currencies back up, and our capital was wiped out. Olivier Accominotti and David Chambers, who have since gone through my dealing records, say that I was close to being technically bankrupt that year, and that I stayed in the game only because I could borrow from my own circle. That is a polite way of saying that I was saved by other people's good nature.
The reasoning, I should add, was not altogether wrong. Several of the currencies I had sold did fall in the years that followed, and the mark fell further than anyone had imagined. What I had got wrong was not the destination but the road. A forecast that is right about the year and wrong about the month is, to a man who is borrowing, simply wrong. His creditors do not wait for the year to come round. I did not need anyone to tell me that afterwards. I had learned it by paying for it.
I did not, however, learn it thoroughly enough. Through the 1920s I ran the College's Discretionary Portfolio on much the same principle, though with more caution. I called it credit cycling: moving into shares when I judged that the cycle was about to turn up, and out of them, into bonds and cash, when I judged that it was about to turn down. David Chambers and Elroy Dimson have reconstructed the College's figures from the archives, and they are not flattering. Of the twenty-five years in which I ran the fund, I did worse than the British share market in six, and all six fell within the first eight years. By August 1929, they say, I was some seventeen per cent behind the market since I began. And in the following month, when there was at last something worth forecasting, I failed to forecast it.
I do not think this was bad luck, or not only bad luck. Credit cycling asks a man to be right twice: once when he leaves the market and once when he comes back. Each time he must be right not only about where prices are going but about when. Each time he must act before the evidence is clear, because once it is clear it is already in the price. And all the while he is competing with a great many other clever people who are trying to do exactly the same thing. To be right twice, early and against the crowd, is not a skill. It is a rare event.
Somewhere in the early 1930s I changed my mind. I have never thought it a disgrace to do so. A man whose method has lost him money twice in ten years and who keeps it is not being consistent. He is being dull.
The best account of the new view is in a letter I wrote in August 1934 to F. C. Scott, who had asked me some sensible questions. "As time goes on," I wrote, "I get more and more convinced that the right method in investment is to put fairly large sums into enterprises which one thinks one knows something about and in the management of which one thoroughly believes." And a little further on: "One's knowledge and experience are definitely limited and there are seldom more than two or three enterprises at any given time in which I personally feel myself entitled to put full confidence."
Notice what has been given up. The forecaster claimed to know about the whole system: where the cycle was going, what the Federal Reserve would do, when the turn would come. The investor of 1934 claims to know a little about two or three companies. He has shrunk his pretensions from the economy to a handful of balance sheets, and his results improved as soon as he did so. I do not draw from this the lesson that the economy cannot be understood. I was at that moment finishing a book on the opposite assumption. The lesson is that understanding the economy does not tell you what next month's share prices will be, and that a man who confuses the two will be punished by the market until he stops.
By 1938 I could set the new method out in three principles. First, a careful choice of a few investments, cheap in relation to what I judged they were really worth over some years ahead and in relation to the alternatives open at the time. Second, "a steadfast holding of these in fairly large units through thick and thin, perhaps for several years, until either they have fulfilled their promise or it is evident that they were purchased on a mistake." Third, a balanced position: a variety of risks, and where possible risks that run against each other, such as a holding of gold shares amongst other equities, "since they are likely to move in opposite directions when there are general fluctuations."
The second principle is the one that matters, and it is the one nobody likes. It is easy to buy cheaply. Anybody can admire a bargain. What is hard is to go on holding the bargain when it has become cheaper still, when everyone you respect is selling, and when the committee you answer to has the daily price list in front of it. Chambers and Dimson found that the turnover of the College's portfolio fell from more than half of it in a year, in the 1920s, to about a seventh by the early 1940s. That is the conversion measured in a single figure. I traded less because I had stopped thinking that I could tell the months apart.
I was writing the General Theory while all this was going on, and chapter twelve, on the state of long-term expectation, was written by a man who had been burnt.
People remember that chapter for the beauty contest, and I am glad they do. It is the best image I ever found for a market in which each person is trying to guess, not what an investment is worth, but what everybody else will think it is worth tomorrow. But I hope they will also remember the passages around it, because those were drawn from the bursar's ledger rather than from any textbook. Professional investment, I wrote, is "a game of Snap, of Old Maid, of Musical Chairs — a pastime in which he is victor who says Snap neither too soon nor too late, who passes the Old Maid to his neighbour before the game is over, who secures a chair for himself when the music stops." I had been playing that game for the College for ten years. I knew how it was scored.
And I knew why the serious investor, the man who buys on his own judgement of long-run value and then sits still, is so rare. It is not that he is stupid or that his method fails. On the whole it succeeds. It is that his method makes him look foolish for long stretches, and men who are paid by committees cannot afford to look foolish. "For it is in the essence of his behaviour," I wrote of him, "that he should be eccentric, unconventional and rash in the eyes of average opinion." If he does well, people will put it down to luck. If he does badly, they will not forgive him. "Worldly wisdom teaches that it is better for reputation to fail conventionally than to succeed unconventionally."
That sentence has been quoted back at me by fund managers for ninety years, generally by way of excusing themselves. I meant it as a description, not as advice. In 1938 I had to face the Estates Committee with the College's shares down sharply on paper, and explain why I proposed to keep nearly all of them. A bursar who had sold everything in 1929, bought government stock and gone to sleep would have had a much easier time of it. He would also, very probably, have earned the College a great deal less over the following fifteen years. That is the choice the convention offers, and it is a real one.
In the same chapter I said that the proper social object of skilled investment "should be to defeat the dark forces of time and ignorance which envelop our future." I want to stress social. I did not think of investment as a private game in which my winnings were someone else's losses. The bursar who buys a good company's shares when they are cheap, and holds them when they are cheaper, is doing something useful. He is providing a price, and a buyer, at the very moment when everyone else wants to sell. He is betting on the long run in a market that has gone mad about the short. And he is helping, in a small way, to keep capital flowing to enterprises that will still be producing things after the panic is over.
It was in that frame of mind that I wrote a sentence which still alarms people: that I had sometimes been moved "towards the conclusion that to make the purchase of an investment permanent and indissoluble, like marriage, except by reason of death or other grave cause, might be a useful remedy for our contemporary evils." I did not seriously propose to abolish the Stock Exchange. I went on at once to admit the dilemma: it is the ease of selling that persuades a great many people to buy at all, and a market without it would see less investment, not more. But I wanted the reader to feel the cost of the thing we take for granted. A market in which everything can be sold in an instant is a market in which everybody is always tempted to sell. That temptation is a very private comfort and a very public danger.
The sharpest form of the argument came not in the book but in a quarrel.
I sat on the board of the National Mutual Life Assurance Society. When American shares collapsed between 1937 and 1938, the Society's investments, which I had a large hand in choosing, went down with them. F. N. Curzon, the acting chairman, took me to task. He thought that a prudent manager would have got out before the fall, or at any rate during it. I wrote back to him in March 1938, and I have seldom put my view more bluntly.
"I do not believe," I told him, "that selling at very low prices is a remedy for having failed to sell at high ones." I went on: "I feel no shame at being found still owning a share when the bottom of the market comes." An investor, I said, is aiming, or should be aiming, primarily at long-period results, and should be judged by them alone. And then the sentence that matters: "The idea that we should all be selling out to the other fellow and should all be finding ourselves with nothing but cash at the bottom of the market is not merely fantastic, but destructive of the whole system."
Look at the word all. That is where the bursar and the theorist meet.
For any single investor, getting out at the top and back in at the bottom is a perfectly coherent ambition. It may be very hard to achieve, but there is nothing absurd in it. One man can sell his shares to another man and hold cash. But we cannot all do it at once. If every investor tries to turn his shares into cash at the same moment, there is nobody to sell to. Prices fall until somebody is willing to buy, and the attempt to become liquid simply marks down the value of what everybody holds. In the aggregate, the stock of shares does not shrink because people want to be rid of it. It merely changes hands at a ruinous price, or, if no one at all will buy, it does not change hands, and everyone finds that he is holding what he wanted to sell.
That is the paradox of thrift in another coat. In the General Theory I argued that, although a single man may save more by spending less, a whole community cannot. Its spending is its income, and if everyone spends less, incomes fall until the community can save no more, and perhaps less, than it did before. The attempt to save more defeats itself. Exactly the same is true of the attempt to be liquid. What is prudent for one investor, to hold cash when he fears the future, is impossible for all of them, and the attempt to make it general is what makes the future so fearful. The flight to cash in the stock market and the flight to saving in the economy at large are one phenomenon, and the slump is what happens when they meet.
So when I refused Curzon, I was not only defending my own record, though I was certainly doing that. I was declining to take part in a fallacy of composition. A great insurance company that dumps its shares at the bottom of a slump is not protecting its policyholders. It is joining a stampede that will trample them along with everyone else. Somebody has to be the buyer who is still there when the music stops. I thought that a large and long-lived institution, with liabilities that fall due over decades and not over weeks, was precisely the somebody whose business it was.
In the memorandum to the Estates Committee two months later I put it more quietly: "In the main, therefore, slumps are experiences to be lived through and survived with as much equanimity and patience as possible." It is the sort of sentence a man writes when the shares are down and he has not slept well. But I still think it is right. And I want to set beside it something else from that memorandum, which is my favourite line in it, because it is so plainly a bursar's line and not a professor's. It is a mistake, I said, "to sell a £1 note for 15s. in the hope of buying it back for 12s. 6d." That is credit cycling in one sum. The forecaster thinks he has found an opportunity. What he has found is a way to turn a temporary paper loss into a permanent real one, for the chance of a small gain he will probably be too late to take.
Having said all this, I must say what I do not mean, because it has been my fate to have people take one half of an argument and run with it.
I do not mean that holding through a slump is always right for everyone. It was right for King's. The College had been living off its farms since the fifteenth century and expected to go on living off something for a good many centuries more. The bulk of its endowment, much of it still in land, was held under the old restrictions and was not mine to play with. The Discretionary Portfolio was the part it could afford to see fall a long way without anybody going hungry. A widow whose shares are her only income, or a firm that must meet its wage bill on Friday, is in no such position. For them, patience is a luxury, and a slump may force them to sell whatever they believe. My advice to Curzon was advice to an institution with time on its side. It is not a rule of morals.
Nor do I mean that the patient investor can rescue an economy. He cannot. If every bursar and every insurance company in the country refused to sell in 1931, it would have softened the fall in share prices, which is something. It would not have put a single unemployed man in Jarrow back to work. The private holder can refuse to join the run on liquidity. He cannot himself create the demand that would make the run unnecessary. That is a job for the state, and it is the job the General Theory describes. A Treasury that spends when private investment collapses is doing on the scale of the nation what the bursar does on the scale of the College: holding on, and buying, when everyone else is trying to get out. But the Treasury can do something the bursar cannot. It can make the slump shorter. And the shorter the slump, the less patience is demanded of everybody else.
That, I think, is the true relation between the two documents. The memorandum says to the private investor: do not run, because running is futile for all of you and ruinous for most. The book says to the state: do not leave the private investor to hold on alone, because there are limits to equanimity, and a slump that lasts long enough will break the patience of the soundest institution in the land. The two prescriptions need each other. Patience without policy is a counsel of endurance. Policy without patience is pushing against a crowd that is trying to leave the building.
And I do not mean that I was always right after the conversion, or that I was converted all at once. After the crash of 1929 I sold about a fifth of the College's British shares and bought government stock, which is the forecaster's reflex if ever there was one. The new method lost the College a good deal of money on paper in 1937 and 1938, and I do not doubt that some of my holdings deserved the last clause of my own second principle, and had been purchased on a mistake. A bursar is as likely as anyone to hold such things longer than he should, because a man who has decided to be steadfast can easily mistake obstinacy for steadfastness. The difference is that the steadfast man keeps asking whether his judgement of value was right, and the obstinate man stops asking. I tried to keep asking. I cannot claim that I always listened to the answer.
Chambers and Dimson have since concluded that, over the whole quarter-century, the Discretionary Portfolio did a good deal better than the British share market, by several percentage points a year on their reckoning. I am glad of it. But I should be very sorry if anyone drew from this the conclusion that the lesson of my career as an investor is "be clever, as Keynes was clever." The lesson is nearly the opposite. For ten years I was clever, and it did me no good. I began to do well when I stopped trying to be cleverer than the market about the things nobody could know, and confined myself to being patient about the few things I could.
I am told that the investment committees of the present day are a good deal more professional than the Estates Committee of King's, and I do not doubt it. They have consultants, benchmarks and quarterly reviews. They measure each manager against an index every three months and dismiss him if he falls behind it for too long. All of this is sensible, and all of it pulls in the same direction: towards the conventional, towards the crowd, towards the chair that is still free when the music stops.
I do not say that the convention is always wrong. Most of the time the crowd is roughly right, since the crowd is made of people who are, on the whole, trying hard. But a system in which every manager is judged against the same index over the same short period is a system in which every manager has the same reason to sell at the same moment. It is, in short, a machine for producing exactly the stampede I refused to join in 1938. The individual manager is behaving quite rationally. The collective result is not rational at all. I have met this structure before. It is the subject of my book.
If I were a bursar again I should ask my committee for one thing above all, and it would not be a cleverer forecast. It would be a longer memory. I should ask to be judged over five years and not over one, and I should offer, in return, to write a post-mortem whenever things went badly, setting out what I had believed, why I had believed it, and whether the facts had since changed. That is not much to ask. But it would give the patient investor a little of the protection that worldly wisdom denies him, and it would let him do the social job that skilled investment exists to do.
The College is still there, and so is its Chapel. Henry VI laid the first stone in July 1446. The Wars of the Roses broke out nine years later, and the money he had settled on the building from the Duchy of Lancaster dried up, presumably because his house needed it for the fighting. Henry was deposed. By the death of Richard III the masons had finished five bays and put a timber roof over them. The shell was not complete until 1515, under Henry VIII, nearly seventy years and six reigns after it was begun. If anyone had judged that building quarter by quarter, it would have been written off as a failure many times over. It was finished because a succession of people decided, on no basis that anybody could have reduced to arithmetic, that it was worth going on with.
A bursar of King's who is frightened by the price list has only to look out of the window. The great stone vault went up in three years at the very end, under a king who had not been born when the foundations were laid, over bays that had stood for years under a roof of timber, waiting.
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