The Character of the Man

There are little things that bother me about all this. Hard to explain to a layman, I suppose, but don’t you know man? Haven’t you ever considered what a human is? Can you hold in your head what sort of person first throws himself in harm’s way to save someone, and then, gah! is too consumed with himself to bother about a scream? Both strangers. Is it that he doesn’t see the one? No, a noise, it is far more emotional, not less. A speeding car, facing that is where a brave soul faulters, not when hearing someone cry for help in a well lit place. No, he is either a coward or a hero, not both. Either the car was not real, and he knew it, or the cry—but that has more possibilities. He would hear the cry, I’m certain; there is nothing wrong with his ears. So, he hears, but does not mention it to us. Maybe, I see two possibilities, he must hear the cry, but he has something else pressing him forward, he must ignore the cry, or his mind is so distraught, he simply does not pay attention. I think not. I think, his fine ears do not hear the cry because there was no cry. But I prove there is a cry. There is a cry, a cry when he says he was there, and he did not hear it, so he was not there. Yes, that seems more—he is a good actor, whether he is brave or not, he is playing the part. I think he would play the part if he heard the cry, don’t you? He would have played the part if he had heard and would have heard if he was there when he said he was. I think he wasn’t, and I think his whole alibi is a lie. But tests. We must have tests.