A creative script depicting Conrad's Kurtz and Turgenev's Bazarov.
             Kurtz is sitting at a quaint Parisian café reading his paper. It is a gray and temperate afternoon. Behind the terrace vines on the cobblestone street in the background, a pretty woman is hit by a baker's van which proceeds to speed off in the other direction.
             Kurtz returns to his paper only to find Bazarov seated at his table.
             Kurtz: (quizzically) Hallo....(puts out his hand) Dr. Kurtz.
             Bazarov: (ignores the gesture)--Eugeny Vassilyitch--Look at that mess on the street.
             Kurtz: (puts down his paper entirely) (speaks in an indecipherable accent) Well, these things happen to pretty women all the time. They shouldn't be walking around in such free-spirited clothing. Why couldn't she have been wearing stylish and professional looking clothing? (matter-of-fact tone) The driver would have noticed her.
             Bazarov: What proof do you have exactly, indicating that the woman is able to afford such clothing? I saw no sign of wealth in her composure and appear--
             Kurtz: --Are you implying that I am wearing this magnificent double-breasted silk suit because I can afford it? This happens to be a custom-made Italian suit that my uncle bought me last year, but that fact does not make me any less affluent. If I had no money (scoffs) I would spend what I had on my appearance, because in the end of the day, this is what gives you credibility and importance in this dreary world. It is the simple principle of appearance that I am talking about.
             Bazarov: I don't believe in principles. I believe in the innards of frogs, the blood currently leaking between the cobblestones, the facts. I believe in the facts. Her socio-demographic status aided in harming her. If she had been a prostitute or dressed in only the latest fashionwear, she would not have been hit, because she would have been noticed. The fact that she was not one of the two resulted in her demis...