Everybody knows about a very old but a still very lively passion greed toward money. Considered as an equivalent of the auto-erotic pleasure, it has to be distinguished from stinginess, lubricity, lust, avidity. Uncle Scrooge, this famous character who loves to dive and to wade into his huge heap of gold, is a very popular illustration of what greed is. But, one may ask, where is sympathy toward him coming from? How come the great greedy people who succeed into grabbing some huge amount of money which are neither invested nor use for consumption are so easily tolerated today? Justified for a long time as the beneficial initiation of the capitalist economy, wouldn’t greed be its more deadly accident?