Emilia hadn’t been planning to lead the conversation to this stage. She didn’t even have any sort of feelings for Ozymandias Dempsey as a candidate — positive or negative. In all honesty, he wasn’t the sort of man she would first think of as a Ministerial candidate, given that he didn’t have a Ministry position. It was mostly Ministry department heads that made the run, alongside some anomalies like her son.
This spontaneously started discussion made her realise that she rather liked asking the “hard” questions, seeing the other person try and get his way out of a political suicide. Was this the sort of exhilaration that Jude felt by antagonising everyone around him? Had her son taken after her in that regard? She did enjoy academic discussions that turned into debates, it excited her to see how people would defend their positions.
Once again, Ozymandias Dempsey offered a very generic response. Emilia couldn’t help herself, as she observed: “Well put, Mr. Dempsey. You sound like you are well read in the subject of social and political sciences,” A covert accusation that he didn’t have an opinion of his own. Why? Because Emilia wanted to see how he would react and because it was rather fun. Socrates and Jude were on to something! “But what do you think about it, Mr. Dempsey, do you think that this shortcut as you say is the proper way, or perhaps a mere excuse to keep things as they are, for a group of people who benefit from it? Would you say you align yourself with that group, or you want to be the one who changes it?”
The ball was at his court again and Emilia leaned back comfortably in her chair, waiting for his answer. Oh, she felt like a teenager who had just tasted alcohol or pot for the first time.
This spontaneously started discussion made her realise that she rather liked asking the “hard” questions, seeing the other person try and get his way out of a political suicide. Was this the sort of exhilaration that Jude felt by antagonising everyone around him? Had her son taken after her in that regard? She did enjoy academic discussions that turned into debates, it excited her to see how people would defend their positions.
Once again, Ozymandias Dempsey offered a very generic response. Emilia couldn’t help herself, as she observed: “Well put, Mr. Dempsey. You sound like you are well read in the subject of social and political sciences,” A covert accusation that he didn’t have an opinion of his own. Why? Because Emilia wanted to see how he would react and because it was rather fun. Socrates and Jude were on to something! “But what do you think about it, Mr. Dempsey, do you think that this shortcut as you say is the proper way, or perhaps a mere excuse to keep things as they are, for a group of people who benefit from it? Would you say you align yourself with that group, or you want to be the one who changes it?”
The ball was at his court again and Emilia leaned back comfortably in her chair, waiting for his answer. Oh, she felt like a teenager who had just tasted alcohol or pot for the first time.