Some possess intellect no greater than their peers, yet delight in mockery of others. When confronted with virtue, they refrain from praise; discovering flaws, they race to ridicule. Such characters, so long as they may trample others, seize each chance to do so, thus gaining a sense of verbal conquest and selfish satisfaction. They care not for others’ feelings, deeming their own joy the world’s joy. Expect no epiphany through self-reflection from them. Introspection lies not in their nature, only self-righteousness and delusions of wisdom. In lavish halls and dusty alleys alike you’ll find these souls, proving human wickedness stems not from status but the contents of one’s heart. Yet…