I thought that I had no question to make for this encounter. I have one now, but chances are that I won’t be able to send it due to Twitter’s character restrictions. Not to talk about even replying to it, it’s something really impossible (well, not quite so, being the answer, in my opinion, a simple “no”). Therefore I will write it here, hoping to find a way to reduce it for tomorrow afternoon. If I can’t… well, I guess I would be able to carry on my shoulders the weight of defeat quite elegantly.
“It is frustrating to see how little has humankind evolved since the Salem trials, in 1647, or since Miller’s wrote “The Crucible”, in 1953. We all are like Salem’s citizens, pointing our iphones instead of our lies or accusatory fingers. We are even worst than Abigail, hiding our hasty and unfair accusations behind the anonymity of a nickname. Do you think that there is still room for hope? Will ever the infinite Crucibles be something belonging to the past?”
Wormwood Scrubs 