the final word
the final word
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"I don't like the word enemy. How can somebody be your enemy. It's absurd."
If I overhear another idealist pontificating in a San Francisco cafe...This is how I was distracted from my book today.
"Besides, you can't say that evil exists in this world. It's just a different viewpoint. It all stems from somebody believing that they're right and another person's wrong."
I feel a slow wave of nausea stir inside me as I try not to listen in further. When I turn to look at the table, I see two women with laptops and textbooks spread across the table. The open pages have heavy pink and yellow highlighting all throughout. Study buddies.
They must be pre-law from the context of their conversation. I remember hearing the words "homeland security" earlier.
I intently focus on the last pages to the chapter in my book. But then I overhear the classically flawed and unimaginative argument approach like a car crash.
"Right? There is no true evil in this world."
"...what about Hitler?"
"You know he was a vegetarian and loved animals."
It's not possible. Why! I plug my ears and drill my concentration as I turn the page and safely bring the chapter to a close...when the dialogue that ends it all reads, I'm not fucking kidding you,
"Everyone has something good about them," she said. "You have to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that."
"Oh yeah?" I said. "How about Hitler? What was his redeeming quality?"
"Hitler loved dogs," Mom said without hesitation.
[p.144, The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls]Enough said.