“Of course, he WAS a Harvard undergraduate. That might make it justifiable homicide.”
The Davids of this world merely occupy space. We the superior man, must then necessarily decide the fate of he and others like him. As Rupert Cadell our old Prep school housemaster would often expound, murder is a crime for most, but a privilege for the few. And we are that few.
It was so simple, almost disappointingly so. It was over very quickly; David barely put up a struggle. I have to admit, the greater fun was what followed- the idea of a dinner party with David in secret attendance, too delicious to miss. His father, the old bore,and his aunt too. And then there were Janet, and Ken; she really should have appreciated my consideration. Yes, her engagement to David was (ahem) terminated, but I had so thoughtfully reintroduced Kenneth into her life… poetic, I thought. And Rupert. It just wouldn’t have been the same without him.
Of course, Philip lost his nerve the second the body went limp. And then he started to threaten. It took all my influence to calm him… and all my patience to restrain myself. Seriously, I had just killed a man; did he really think it wise to aggravate me? Yes, I am aware he was complicit, even drew the cord around poor Davids neck; but I was the one, the one who had the idea, and the driving force behind the action. Left to Philip it would probably have remained an idea; the merest tickle in the back of his mind. Just like old Rupert.
Rupert was a thinker, an idea man, a word man. His was the world of philosophy only, the discourse of a million average nobodies playing at belonging to a intellectual strata they could only imagine. But I do Philip an injustice. He rose above that inertia, he accepted the challenge and made real what was once merely theory. Rupert was a coward when it came time to following through. But Philip and I, we had courage.