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Topic: GREED Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.Cyril Connolly (190374), British critic. The Unquiet Grave, pt. 1 (1944, rev. 1951). Comment: Mr. Connolly hit this nail on the head but not squarely. Greed is a kind of fear of losing what you have now and fear of not getting enough in the future. Lest we be to easy on the idea, greed can go from a certain level of anxiety to a level where there is no longer a fear but a ravenous hunger for more and more and more. Greed will consume and eat away at the heart, mind, conscience, and soul until any compromise will be made to get what is wanted. Greed is most often associated with money but the same old demon that sucks the life out of the soul can want land, power, drugs, alcohol, influence, and fame. PK Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction. Erich Fromm (19001980), U.S. psychologist. Escape from Freedom, ch. 4 (1941). The love of money is the root of all evil. From top to bottom of the ladder, greed is aroused without knowing where
to find ultimate foothold. Nothing can calm it, since its goal is far beyond all it can
attain. Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations;
reality is therefore abandoned. Avarice, the spur of industry. So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. Lord Byron (17881824), English poet. Don Juan, cto. 1, st. 216. Comment: Spoken with tongue in cheek we hope. PK Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty,
possession. Comment: It is industry and the taxes industry pays that have given the world a technological advance unparalleled in human history. PK Men hate the individual whom they call avaricious only because nothing can be gained
from him. Comment: Greed is in the heart of all men whether they be rich or poor. All have sinned, not just the rich. PK Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemnd to have an itching palm. William Shakespeare (15641616), English dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 2. |
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