Cold & Calculating
The cold, calculating father did exactly that when examining the 27 year old failure to
launch man child that had turned his walk in closet into a bedroom. As he saw it, there
were five alternatives; each had its advantages and disadvantages, and under different
circumstances, each had a different financial incentive. He laid it all out neatly in a
table, but as not to arouse suspicion, he left the table’s labels very generic, so the
alternatives were simply labeled A through E while the different circumstances were
simply numbered one through three. He flicked the gray ash off of his favorite purple
smoking jacket and pondered the best course of action under each possible future. It
was good to be devious, he decided.
He set the analysis aside for a few days and had forgotten about it completely until one
night when his frequent dining companion Leonid Hurwicz visited his house and retired to
the drawing room for an apertif. “What you must do, my friend,” Hurwicz began, “is to
declare your coefficient of optimism, which can be tricky.” After forty-five minutes of
intense concentration, the cold, calculating father decided that his coefficient of optimism
was 0.5. “Wait a minute Hurwicz, that figure sounds as if I’m afraid of making a decision,”
the father intoned. “It seems that depending on how optimistic I am, the optimal choice
changes between alternative C and alternative D.” What coefficient of optimism would
make the cold, calculating father indifferent between these two alternatives?
A) 0.096
B) 0.125
C) 0.167
D) 0.183