Sitting across from two addicts on the tram. The younger of the two is so distant that he falls in and out of consciousness mid-bite of his dry bakery treat. He is barely alive, like a fly whose life has been wasted behind a closed window and now lies twitching at the bottom of the sill. He is no longer necessary and just a matter of time.
“We do not believe that the happiness of individual men, and the good of the total social organization, is ever furthered by the perpetuation of ignorance.”