Who said greed is dead?
by Ana Marie Wilson
For the past two years I have been a dedicated student of the stock market and a voracious reader of a
great number of financial publications. I was determined to become a thoroughly sophisticated investor
and I knew that information was the key.
I designed a reading regimen that would help me achieve my goal and quickly learned to avoid the traps.
You see, these fine publications, along with their erudite articles, carry an endless string of
advertisements whose implied message is that if you buy their product, whatever that may be, your future
financial independence is virtually assured.
Ha! Let the poor uninformed soul fall for that. Certainly not me. I'd read every article with the intensity of
someone doing a doctoral dissertation on whatever the subject happened to be at that moment, and
ignored all the rest. "Reason and cogitation above groping greed" was my motto. When it came to
financial matters I had achieved the power of information and control. I felt secretly superior. It felt good.
Frankly, I don't know how or when the metamorphosis took place. All I can now conclude is that for all
my intellectual bravado, Rambo Greed, who had been lurking in the background with a smirk on his face
knowing that it was just a question of time, suddenly took over, crushed what was left of my severely
eroded willpower and switched all systems to the greed mode. Enough of this slow and steady stuff.