Unlike The Times, which in honor of today’s Halloween festivities speculated about paranormal activity in different luxury apartment buildings around the city — e.g., The Ansonia, The Dakota — we are more inclined to look at the question from a slightly different angle; to wit: is there anyone who walks down Broadway between 96th and 59th Streets and does not feel suffocated by the sepulchral whispers of unfathomable amounts of money being passed across marble counters, as if the entire Upper West Side had been transformed into the lobby of a bank?