My great uncle, whom I've never met, is apparently a self-made multimillionaire, through property development. My father tells me that he's a self-preservationist Three (after being given the description, he allegedly said "yep, that's me to a T"). He bears striking similarities with Plainview in There Will Be Blood. Essentially, he's all about success. If he's not succeeding; if he's not winning deals and achieving something, he's unhappy. He once went into a charity shop, and tried to haggle with the shopkeeper to bring the price on a jacket down a couple of pounds. The shopkeeper refused, and as he walked out, someone stopped and said "excuse me, I couldn't help noticing that you wanted that jacket", and he handed my uncle a few pounds. My uncle went back into the shop and bought the jacket. This is someone who has millions of pounds in the bank, and the guy on the street who stopped him thought he was poor. I found this remarkable. Surely you'd just get a tenner out of your bank and buy the jacket. Why didn't he do this?