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happen, always afraid of catastrophe, and too scared to take a real risk and make bigger returns. Why can't you trust me a little more? Why don't you appreciate what I contribute? |
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Fear: OK, tell me what you contribute. I'll listen to you with an open mind. Please tell me how you're helping our goal of earning a good return for our investment capital without taking undo risks. Go ahead, tell me. But in return, I ask that you stop calling me names. |
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Greed: All right, I will. Don't you see that with everything you're whispering in his ear about all the bad stuff that can happen, he would take no risks if it weren't for me? Don't you remember what Gordon Gecko said, that I am good? Well, he was right! I represent desire in its most pure form, the desire for security and happiness through wealth accumulation. Is there anything wrong with that? Just because I may get overzealous and pushy at times is no reason to turn against me. |
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Fear: There is nothing wrong with you as desire. The problem is that you use heavy-handed means to get him to risk. You promise him sugar plums and all kinds of things that you can't deliver. You tempt him with all that is possible. You try and trick him into thinking that all he needs to do is have more money and then he'd be a happier human being. All I do is give him a scare so he doesn't make short-sighted decisions. But you are downright deceptive, tantalizing him with all the glitter of possessions. |
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Greed: What are you, a naive fool? Don't you think more money would make the guy happier? More money makes everyone happier! I am the force behind earning the money for his fancy European vacations, practicing and playing golf, buying nice clothes, having money to invest in the market, and everything else that brings a measure of joy to his life. |
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I'm what affords the simple material pleasures, from a coffee latte to a CD to a new piece of software. You think I'm all possession driven? Think again, baby. Without me, he wouldn't have the luxury of time to sit around in his garden and reflect on life or to meditate. Who do you think pushed him all those years to accomplish, get all that education, and make money? |
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Don't you get it? Without me, there's none of that stuffno philharmonic concerts he likes so much, no books he loves to read, and none of the money to remodel the house. Without me, |
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