"I am incapable of such things—just not built for ending life."
The waiter came. Derrence asked for the bill. The waiter glanced at the plates half full of food and asked if anything was wrong. Derrence said no, they were merely in a hurry. The waiter said, "But, sir, the management would be willing to give you credit for a meal if, indeed, the food were not absolutely...."
Tzadi said, "Will you stop this theatrical nonsense? Don't you know there's no audience left to appreciate it?"
The waiter looked at him. "Truly, sir?"
Tzadi hesitated; then said, "Except for one. Just one. And does it make sense to expect that one to come to this place of all the places in the world?"
The waiter's face was grim. "I ... I find it a very painful concept, sir. I know it was bound to happen, that it was the logical goal, and still...."
"Yes," Tzadi said. "Now please give us the bill."
The waiter wrote quickly and tore the sheet from his pad. He said, "That one, sir ... is he protected?"
"No," Tzadi said. "The majority say he must go."