Finally the pain is so unbearably intense that I have to act, so when I reach the point with the next lamp in zenith. I will kill again. The hunt, after all, is a metaphor for love. And that is your weakness, Jack.
Evil is inexplicable. Baseness is woven into the fabric of life more tightly than goodness. Temptation, apathy, betrayal, deadening of thought and emotion, are part and parcel of the human existence, perhaps the very essence of it.