WHEN I was young I would play with my younger sister weighty moral games. I remember one of them which said . . . Suppose by pushing down just here (I touched my thumb down on a spot of grass) we could kill one Chinese at the other end of the world and we’d get $1 million. Should we do it?
No, Tish said. That would be murder. I tried to prolong the grand inquiry by pointing out that there were different kinds of murder, some more sinful than others. “It wouldn’t be as though we pulled out a pistol and shot the man.”
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