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 5 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 and we keep civilized hours. The bank manager told me that my prospects（前途） were excellent."
"Then why do you want to leave?" I asked.
"It's the money." Henry answered.
"But you're getting a good salary." I said.
"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!"
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