Ris Assessment
Loving Wives Story

Ris Assessment

by Demander 3 min read 4.3 (35,200 views)
family quantification jeremy bentham
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Bobby Varlin walked into the kitchen on a Thursday morning. His wife, Glenda, was eating Cheerios, as usual. With oat milk. Ugh.

Glenda was a nice-looking woman still, at thirty-eight. She had light brown hair and eyes. She was tallish at 5'8" and had an athletic build. Normally, she simply looked attractive. But when she smiled, her face just lit up. Then she went from an eight to a ten. Bobby loved her so much. He also loved their two kids, Alec, 17, and Alice, 15.

Bobby sat down at the kitchen table. He said, "Kids off?" It was eight o'clock.

"Yep, where have you been this morning?"

Bobby shrugged. "I went for a walk. I was reading this very interesting article in the Math Quarterly."

Bobby taught mathematics of various sorts at the local small college. He often read while walking. It was a dangerous habit, but he persisted despite Glenda's protests. He could get quite absorbed in his reading. Usually, the screeching of brakes would interrupt him sufficiently for him to save the situation. He had a certain physical quickness.

Glenda said, "Oh." Math wasn't her forte. Never had been. She majored in drama.

Bobby said, "It is quite a problem that the article addresses. Assessment of risk. How to quantify that."

"Oh. I see." But she hadn't seen yet. She took a bite of cereal.

Bobby said, "Would you say, for instance, that taking a small risk is worth it, if losing would destroy your life as you know it?"

Now he had her attention. She said, "What do you mean?" She thought for a moment as Bobby stared at her. She was just slightly nervous now.

She said, "I guess it would depend upon how much you wanted the thing you would get by taking the risk."

Bobby said, "Yeah. Very sensible. In terms of quantification, we can make some categories to which we may be able to assign values. Like that guy Bentham."

"What categories?" She was just a tad more nervous. Her face betrayed nothing, but she had something of a restless demeanor. Fidgety.

"Well, this guy said you have seven things to consider. They're intensity and duration of the pleasure, the degree of certainty that you get the pleasure, propinquity - how soon will it come up, fecundity - will it lead to more pleasure later, purity of the pleasure and the extent of the thing - how many people will it effect. You see?"

"Oh." She was way more nervous now.

Bobby continued, after giving her a longish look. Longish but bland.

"Of course, the seven factors also apply to possible pain from, you know, a mistake."

She spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper, "Yeah. Pain. Yeah."

Bobby went on, in his dry academic voice. "Now those are guidelines for assessing consequences. To be able to compare, you see. But the real point of the risk analysis is the assessment of how likely it would be to try for the pleasure but end up with the pain. Or, you know, to take the pleasure but then end up with the pain. That's the point of comparing using Bentham's factors. Then, I mean, if there's a very, very small risk of a mistake, that would bring on the pain, a person might want to take the risk, even if the pleasure was transitory, intense, and so on. Of course, it might be that the assessment before hand of the certainty of getting intense pleasure could be off."

"Uh huh. You mean that the.....the event might not live up to..."

"Right. Maybe it would be a letdown. So to speak. All this is difficult to quantify, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah. No way to do it, I'd say. Well, maybe....never mind." Her cereal was soggy now. Forgotten.

She got up and dumped the rest into the compost container. She said, "You're such an interesting guy, Bobby."

He smiled. He said, "Yeah. I bet you'd hate to lose me."

Glenda went pale. She picked up her work case and walked slowly out the door.

On the drive to work she gave serious thought to the breakfast conversation. She concluded that Bobby was giving her a warning. Well, might have been doing that. And that shifted the risk assessment quite a bit, didn't it?

When she got to work, she cancelled her 'lunch' date with the hunky David Greene.

Bobby got that report after lunch. Probably be a while before another breakfast lecture was required.

End.

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