But do you know, gentlemen, what was the chief point
about my spite? Why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay
in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the
acutest spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that!
was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered
man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random and
amusing myself by it.
In what way is the narrator most clearly a monster?
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A. He thinks he is better than others.
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B. He is conscious of his shame.
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C. He is amused by his own cruelty.
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D. He believes his bitterness isolates him.