S.HW

I love food. Feed me.



The goal is clear but the preceding pages are blank. He is given free rein and a single warning: watch out for the barbed wire.

The economic man with unbounded rationality and willpower is a prisoner of his naivety. He appears collected as he plays with fire but he wavers. Self-preservation on its own is easy; self-preservation with a conscience is not. 

He capitulates and welcomes the lynch mob - the least he could do given the crime.