A man sits in a jail cell, condemned to die. In the morning he will face a firing squad; this is his last night on earth. What should he do?
Should he try to forget his impending execution, pretending to himself that a pardon must certainly be on the way, that he surely must soon be reprieved? Should he rattle on the bars of his cell all night, helplessly begging and pleading for mercy? Should he tirelessly chip at the concrete walls with the battered remnants of a spoon, despite the impossibility a successful escape?
None of those sound all that great, do they? Each is pathetic, in its own way. Perhaps the third... (read more)
A man sits in a jail cell, condemned to die. In the morning he will face a firing squad; this is his last night on earth. What should he do?
Should he try to forget his impending execution, pretending to himself that a pardon must certainly be on the way, that he surely must soon be reprieved? Should he rattle on the bars of his cell all night, helplessly begging and pleading for mercy? Should he tirelessly chip at the concrete walls with the battered remnants of a spoon, despite the impossibility a successful escape?
None of those sound all that great, do they? Each is pathetic, in its own way. Perhaps the third... (read more)