There's no such thing as bad. Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotinal significance to what is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat.
— You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when...
— Is this the test now?
— Yes. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand... when you look down...
— What one?
— What desert?
— Doesn't make any difference. It's completely hypothetical.
— But how come I'd be there?
— Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you wanna be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling towards you...
— Tortoise? What's that?
— You know what a turtle is?
— Of course.
— Same thing.
— I've never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean.
— You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back.
— Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write them down for you?
— The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the sun... beating its legs, trying to turn itself over, but it can't... not without your help. You're not helping.
— What do you mean I'm not?
— I mean, you're not helping. Why is that, Leon?