Howard: Aah, gold's a devilish sort of thing, anyway. You start out, you tell yourself you'll be satisfied with 25,000 handsome smackers worth of it. "So help me, Lord, and cross my heart." Fine resolution. After months of sweatin' yourself dizzy, and growin' short on provisions, and findin' nothin', you finally come down to 15,000, then ten. Finally, you say, "Lord, let me just find $5,000 worth and I'll never ask for anythin' more the rest of my life."See the TV Tropes page on gold fever for more.
Flophouse Bum: $5,000 is a lot of money.
Howard: Yeah, here in this joint it seems like a lot. But I tell you, if you was to make a real strike, you couldn't be dragged away. Not even the threat of miserable death would keep you from trying to add 10,000 more. Ten, you'd want to get twenty-five; twenty-five you'd want to get fifty; fifty, a hundred. Like roulette. One more turn, you know. Always one more.
The moral of the story:
Enjoy the hunt, but don't get so caught up in it that you start doing crazy things!
And as the Captain would say: "Hold fast!"
IN A SURVIVAL AT SEA SITUATION, SOMETIMES YOU MUST RATION YOUR WATER. DO NOT DRINK SEA WATER. DO NOT DRINK URINE. DO NOT DRINK ALCOHOL. DO NOT SMOKE TOBACCO. DO NOT SMOKE ANYTHING. UNLESS IT'S BACON.
— The Ticker
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