Making Cents, by Keith Farmer Growing up one of three boys, we referred to ourselves in many fashions. My oldest brother always referred to us as the “See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil” Monkeys. Lee was the See No Evil. I must give him credit; he never saw the bad side of anyone. Brian was easily the Hear No Evil, because he never listened to anyone. Lastly, believe it or not, I was the Speak No Evil because I was the quiet one.