My brother, Henry, has an excellent job at a bank. I couldn't believe him when he told me that he had decided to give it up. Though I tried to make him change his mind, I failed completely. "You should reconsider your decision," I said. "You have already spent five years in the bank and you could have a wonderful career. You might become a bank manager by the time you're thirty-five. " "I know," Henry answered. "I've got no complaints with the bank. It's a pleasant job in pleasant surroundings. The bank manager told me that my prospects( ) were excellent. "Then why do you want to leave?" I answered. "It's the money," Henry said. "But you're getting a good salary," I answered. "I don't mean that," Henry said. "What do I do at the bank? Well, at the moment all I do is to count money. I find it very depressing( ). " "What's depressing about counting money?" I asked, unable to follow the logic( ) of Henry's argument. "You don't understand," Henry answered. "I enjoy counting my own money, but I hate counting other people's!" Henry found his job depressing because he didn't like counting other people's money.
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B:F