“I am of the world.′ He nodded at Neville. ‘And so was this man. There were thousands like him, in my time. People who could wrap foul deeds in righteous words. Men and women who made it acceptable for others to give voice to their hate and their petty desire to hurt or humiliate or exclude.’ His face grew grimmer still. ‘You have no idea – none – of the true scale of the evile of which people like Neville Rose are capable. Nor should you. His time has passed.”
