Read this passage from Dostoyevsky’s novella from the underground:
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 I
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 was is the narrator most clearly a monster?
A. He doesn’t need to feel ashamed, but he does.
B. He doesn’t need to hurt animals, but he does.
C. He has no reason to be bitter, but he is.
D. He has no reason to be mean, but he is