forumsdaa.blogg.se

“Capital punishment and life-imprisonment are equally immoral but if I were offered the choice between them, I would certainly choose the second.

It has no right to take away that which it cannot give back, if it should so desire.”Īmong the company was a lawyer, a young man of about twenty-five. “They’re both equally immoral,” remarked one of the guests, “because their purpose is the same, to take away life. Who is the more humane executioner, one who kills you in a few seconds or one who draws the life out of you incessantly, for years?” Execution kills instantly, life-imprisonment kills by degrees. “I myself have experienced neither capital punishment nor life-imprisonment, but if one may judge a priori, then in my opinion capital punishment is more moral and more humane than imprisonment. Some of them thought that capital punishment should be replaced universally by life-imprisonment. They found it obsolete as a means of punishment, unfitted to a Christian State and immoral. The guests, among them not a few scholars and journalists, for the most part disapproved of capital punishment. They talked among other things of capital punishment. There were many clever people at the party and much interesting conversation. The old banker was pacing from corner to corner of his study, recalling to his mind the party he gave in the autumn fifteen years before. I often find short stories have to be written before they can be explained.Īnyway, here is the Project Gutenberg’s version in English translation: One of the things I’ve wondered, in connect to a rewrite of this story is weather or rain to allow the self-imposed prisoner to have the internet, and if so, should they be allowed social media? I think no and no. I am thinking of doing one of those abominable rewrites, like my “ The Last Mortal Immortal, a Tale” is a rewrite of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley‘s “ The Mortal Immortal.” The text is here. I think it is fairly obvious what Chekhov meant to say.

The story, in hyperbolic summer, is about the value of life. But friends are a sort of external memory, and one remembered for me.

Until yesterday, I hadn’t read it for several years, and had actually forgotten who wrote it. “ The Bet,” by Anton Chekhov is one of my favourite short stories.