the aristotelian method of investigative discourse

Aristotle sat on a low stone bench in the shadow of the Parthenon.
Around him Athens pulsed with the poetry of life.
The great man did not seem to give any attention to the townspeople who thronged the streets.
Occasionally his eyes strayed to the white temples on the hill.
His face remained calm.

He sat there, amid the bustle of the city, weighing the eternal questions of existence.

Aristotle was murmuring to himself:

"Why? Why would the world be so ordered that people of the calibre of the management at the Johnston Press would ever be in a position to fire someone of James Healy's humanity, intellect and soul? How could it happen? What have we become? And what sort of people would want to fire Heelers anyway? What class of people were they? I can picture them. Shifty pseudo managerial types. The eternal office sneaks. Constantly looking over their shoulder in case they might be next. Such is the fate of people who fire other people. No one ever thinks too highly of em. But I wonder. Do any of them have friends? Do any of them believe in God? Do any of them have a happy family life? Do they live in constant fear of the man one grade above them in the office hierarchy? Do any of them have even the merest capacity for the finer human feelings? Have any of them ever done a courageous thing? Have any of them ever stood up for what is right? Is their conception of morality bound solely by whatever the boss pf the day wants? Is their business acumen solely defined by a predilection for firing people who've been on the staff ten years and hiring cheaper ones so that the management can pay themselves bonuses without actually running the company properly at all? Is their conception of profit based solely on accountancy tricks? Is their vision defined completely by the morality of the brothel? Have they brought an august 250 year old British company to the brink of the status of a penny share? What state are they going to leave the Leinster Leader in? What sort of people fire James Healy? Are any of them worthy of the name human being? Are they just beastly miserable back biting incompetent parvenu scum unable to recognise greatness when it's right before their eyes? Is this what they are? Fervourless unhappy self serving porcine cowardly servile gits?"

Aristotle had no way of knowing the answer to those questions.
But he had his suspicions.