Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as a necessity, or even a duty.
He stood in the hallway, thinking I don’t really know what. Was he not aware that I’d heard the profanity coming from his mouth? Was he not aware that the profanity, misogynistic and vile. had indeed come from him mouth? Was he bluffing, hoping for some — what?
If I had asked him what possessed him to say those things, to call the female student a b—-, to become enraged, he would probably (indeed, likely, even predictably) justify it.
“She started it.”
“Did you see what she did to me?”
“Nobody’s going to do that to me and get away with it.”
A thousand and one excuses. A million and one reasons why the evil was not evil, but a necessity. A duty.