Every now and then, I see a piece of art that is just too good. Then, of course, I learn a caveat: the artist just started trying a new medium, or was never trained, or paints with her eyelashes because she's been in a coma for twenty years and eyelash painting is her only means of expression to the outside world.
These are the times that I understand classic villains. Not modern villains—Ralph Fiennes' megalomaniacal sociopaths and Gabriel Byrne's detached businessmen are pretty simplistic. I mean seriously ultimate evil villains: The Wicked Witch of the West, Sauron, Ming the Merciless. The level of villainy that makes someone go balls out to crush something that doesn't make a difference to that person's actual needs or desires, but just wants it crushed because it is beautiful and good and something that person could never achieve.
So, yeah. You've helped me understand ultimate evil, smbhax. I hope you're proud of yourself.
_________________Casual Notice--commentary, comics and an appreciation for snappy hats.