‘Would you be here now if…’ ‘A lift on the road one had already long been travelling explains when. Not why.’ ‘Our experiences must have varied very widely.’ ‘Why should they be similar? Are you a Catholic?’ I shook my head. ‘A Christian even?’ I shook my head again. He shrugged. He had dark shadows under his eyes, as if he was tired. ‘But I do believe in… charity?’ ‘My dear man, you don’t want charity from me. You want confessions I am not prepared to make. In my view I am being charitable in not making them. In my position you would understand.’
Why is Nick so obstinate that he couldn't have learned something from his experience? He still clings to his inflated sense of self.
