2672. In the end one may suspect that this salesman never really cared about that cat. Also, one might suspect that even when he was watching the Chinese miners brought to safety out of his hotel, shivering and wrapped in blankets, deep down he didn’t care about them either.
The only thing that mattered to the salesman was not the tragedy
or misfortune that some people or some cats were suffering or might
possibly suffer. What mattered to him was the distance from his person
where the said suffering was going to take place. If the suffering was
going to occur in his elevator, or on his street, even if it was only
his street for that one evening, then, in that circumstance, his organ
of empathy might be aroused to the highest degree of which it was
But inch by inch, and foot by foot, the farther the suffering that was
happening in the world was from his person the less he was able to think
about it, let alone feel anything about it.
2675. In the end our salesman, who does not actually exist, but is just an imaginary extension of anybody, cares only about himself and nobody else. Apparently that is how it is supposed to be arranged, since all of our faculties were designed with only our own preservation in mind.