Let the man speak, said one.
No, said another. He has nothing to offer us. He should not be here.
Are we afraid of him? asked another.
There is nothing to be afraid of, said another.
There is lots to be afraid of, shouted another.
He is the one who is afraid, intoned another. He who wants to speak. He who wants to spread fear and intolerance. He is the one who is afraid.
Do not pity him, said another.
Expel him, said another, I cannot bear his views.
But the man was smiling. He liked to hear them argue.
She was laughing. She liked to laugh, to giggle. The world was a funny place. People were funny. People said she was the life and soul. She liked to dance and let her hair down. Alison said she should be a comedian on TV. She would like to be on TV. She would be good at it. A chat show would be best. She liked chatting. She chatted with people at the bus stop and in the supermarket. Her neighbours always said hello. She chatted online too with her new friends. She sent them pictures. Very naughty pictures. Bad pictures.