Read this passage from Dostoyevsky's novella Notes 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 way is the narrator most clearly a monster?
A. He feels shame for no good reason.
B. He admits to being bitter and spiteful.
C. He finds pleasure in being cruel.
D. He describes his spite to the gentlemen.
