Life and freedom are most often dearly bought.
Talk is cheap.
“Talking is always better than shooting,” he said.
A little voice in my head said, “He’s hopeless. Don’t even bother to go there.”
“Enjoy your food,” I said.
But as I picked up my own order, my mind was racing.
“Talking is always better than shooting!!”
Are you kidding?
Obviously you, dear professor or whoever you are, don’t know that some of these hard working cooks and servers are probably the grandchildren of Chinese who no doubt wished shooting rather than talking had been employed during the rape of Nanking. Doubtless their ancestors profoundly wished that bullets had been used to execute the butchers of Unit 731. What would dialogue about experimentation on humans have accomplished?
Sometimes evil requires a bullet to the brain.
What about what is going on in China today? Could the people running the restaurant be the relatives of prisoners trapped in the Chinese laogai (gulag) of today? Would those prisoners welcome bullets that rescued more than endless talk that left them to their horrible fate? Do any of the patient workers who are making your lunch, dear professor, long for the daring rescue of relatives they left behind?