The young lift-man in a City office who threw a passenger out of his lift the other
morning and was fined for the offence was undoubtedly in the wrong. It was a
question of “Please.” The complainant entering the lift, said, “Top.” The lift-man
demanded “Top-please,” and this concession being refused he not only declined to
comply with the instruction, but hurled the passenger out of the lift. This, of course
was carrying a comment on manner too far. Discourtesy is not a legal offence, and it
does not excuse assault and battery. If a burglar breaks into my house and I knock him
down, the law will acquit me, and if I am physically assaulted, it will permit me to
retaliate with reasonable violence. It does this because the burglar and my assailant
have broken quite definite commands of the law. But no legal system could attempt to
legislate against bad manners or could sanction the use of violence against something
which it does not itself recognize as a legally punishable offence. And our sympathy
with the liftman, we must admit that the law is reasonable. It would never do if we
were at liberty to box people’s ears because we did not like their behaviour, or the
tone of their voices, or the scowl on their faces. Our fists would never be idle, and the
gutters of the city would run with blood all day. I may be as uncivil as I may please
and the law will protect me against violent retaliation. I may be haughty or boorish
and there is no penalty to pay except the penalty of being written down an illmannered fellow. The law does not compel me to say “Please” or to attune my voice
to other people’s sensibilities any more than it says that I shall not wax my moustache
or dye my hair or wear ringlets down my back. It does not recognize the laceration of
our feelings as a case for compensation. There is no allowance for moral and
intellectual damages in these matters.
“The passenger damaged the liftman’s self- respect”. Support your answer with some
facts from the extract
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I took the baby langur to our backyard and gently laid him on the floor inside
the poultry coop. His body was full of deep bite marks and scratched. Blood was
oozing from some of the wounds. The baby remained motionless. My father
provided first aid to clean the wounds and stop the bleeding. I was relieved to
find out that the baby was breathing, even though his breaths were shallow
Splashes of cold water made the baby stir and after a few shaky attempts, he
sat up. He was in state of shock and started trembling like a leaf in the wind. His
two little twinkling eyes welled up with tears and he started to sob with a muffled
cry - just like a human child would after experiencing trauma. I offered him a
peeled banana which he accepted with his unsteady hand and began taking hesitant
bites