I'm shocked--shocked--this could raise so much as an eyebrow among this jaded crew.

Of course Holly is a facilitator of evil (everytime I see that word I think of overenthusiastic corporate luncheons on the theme of "team building"). So am I. People hire me to hurt each other, and it's frankly beyond my abilities to know with absolute certainty whether it's done righteously or if their "defense" is simply a way to rationalize their own heartless cruelty. Yet every morning, prior to destroying people, I pull on hundreds of dollars worth of clothing that contains the malnourished blood of tiny Malaysian children, and this probably bothers me a scintilla more than the person whose life, career, finances and/or reputation I'm about to ruin.

Holly, who I have difficulty believing would consciously bring harm to any living creature, sees things a different way. Personally it's a life I couldn't imagine, and I'm sure she feels sickened by how I just described mine. But upbringing, mores and so on really aren't at issue. Mother Theresa, the media embodiment of saintliness, left thousands to suffer in agony by beseeching them to pray rather than seek medical treatment which was available to them--and funded her little beacon of light in Calcutta with money from the Duvalier family. Show me a human saint and I'll show you a fucking murderer. Looking at the world the other way is pleasant enough to do on December 25th and a few other days a year but you're sucking on a narcotic lolly if you do so the rest of the time.