But you are not yet at the stage of internalising these veracities. You
still naively link feigned geniality to constancy, intimacy and
confidence in me and in my deeds, proximity and full disclosure. You
are so terrified and mutilated, you come devalued. You cost me merely a
whiskey tumbler and a compendium of ordinary words. One tear enough to
alter your allegiances. You are malleable to the point of having no
identity.
You crave my touch and my affection. I crave your information and
unbridled faith. "Here is my friendship and my caring, my tenderness
and amity, here is a hug. I am your parent and your shrink, your buddy
and your family" - so go the words of this inaudible dialog - "Give me
your utter, blind, trust but limit it to one point only: your money or
your life."
I need to know about your funds, the riddles of your boardroom,
commercial secrets, your skeletons, some intimate detail, a fear,
resurgent hatred, the envy that consumes. I don't presume to be your
confidant. Our sharing is confined to the pecuniary. I lull you into
the relief that comes with much reduced demands. But you are an
experienced businessman! You surely recognise my tactics and employ
them, too!
Still, you are both seduced and tempted, though on condition of
maintaining "independent thinking".
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