After reading «The Lady and the Tiger?», by Tom Stockton, I realized how hard it is to be good sometimes. In the story, the king creates a unique way of judging his people. The accused enters a stadium and has to choose between two doors: one holds a maiden to be wed to the man and the other has a starving, ferocious tiger waiting for its next meal. One day, the king discovers his daughter has a lover and condemns him to be judged in the stadium. The princess, having discovered what door holds what, signals her lover what door to choose. And the story ends with the reader wondering if the princess killed him or made him live happily ever after with another woman.
Personally, if I had to answer quickly, I would certainly choose the door with the maiden. But, after thinking about it, what would I honestly do? I don’t know. It’s true my love for him would push me to keep him alive, but he wouldn’t be mine to love anymore. Would that be worth the pain? Being human, therefore selfish, I would be tempted to choose his death to assure me of his love for eternity. However, in both cases, I would lose him by death or marriage. In conclusion, I would probably let him live, because I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of having killed someone, and if I really and truly loved him, I’d want his happiness before mine, no?
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