By David Pam McQuel The man was intriqued. He was torn between who to believe. The man of his own company, as they ceaselessly scandalized him which appeared to be out of pure jealousy or to follow the intuition of his heart? He was raised in this prestigious exclusive class and have studied hard. But he is an analyst and pragmatic melancholy. He cuts through the emotions and the sentiments and deals with hard facts. He has reasoned with the ancient writings, he has tried to reason with his colleagues but they were too hysterical. They were consumed by hate rather than reason. Day by day this man sweeping the country and touching it has intriqued him more than any other in his seven decades. He was all out in the pursuit of this object of obsession. He won't rest until he finds the truth. Finding the truth was going to be the greatest finding of his life and he wasn't going to rely on others' judgement. He will decide for himself. He to