The Moment of Truth
(or The Crucible )
How many of us, when we arrive at that moment which George Bailey arrived at in It’s a Wonderful Life, where we sit across the massive, polished oak desk from Mr. Potter (the embodiment of evil), will have the strength of character to stop for even a moment, as George Bailey did, and to consider the $20 cigar we hold in our fingers? How many of us will see it not as a gesture of friendship, but as it truly is? The worm on the hook.
Will we taste only the deliciously oily tobacco? Or will we be able to smell the foul coercion and understand the true nature of the addictively lofty buzz which accompanies each delectable exhalation of its ultimately deadly drug?
Marrs Maniteaux
(or The Crucible )
How many of us, when we arrive at that moment which George Bailey arrived at in It’s a Wonderful Life, where we sit across the massive, polished oak desk from Mr. Potter (the embodiment of evil), will have the strength of character to stop for even a moment, as George Bailey did, and to consider the $20 cigar we hold in our fingers? How many of us will see it not as a gesture of friendship, but as it truly is? The worm on the hook.
Will we taste only the deliciously oily tobacco? Or will we be able to smell the foul coercion and understand the true nature of the addictively lofty buzz which accompanies each delectable exhalation of its ultimately deadly drug?
Marrs Maniteaux
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