20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
I saw the enigmatic individual as essentially pitiless and cruel, as he was forced to be. I felt him as being beyond the pale of humanity, insensible to feelings of pity, the remorseless enemy of his fellow beings, against whom he must have sworn an undying hatred. (1.9.63)
Would I ever know to what nation this strange man belonged, that boasted of belonging to none? Who had produced the hatred he had sworn for the whole of humanity, the hatred which might perhaps seek a terrible vengeance? Was he one of those unrecognized scientists, one of those geniuses 'who had been hurt' to use Conseil's expression, a modern Galileo; or he was he one of those scientists […] whose career was ruined by a political revolution? (1.14.24)
Captain Nemo joined us.
"Well, Master Land?" he enquired.
"Well, monsieur," replied the Canadian, whose enthusiasm had diminished; "it was a terrible sight indeed. But I am not a butcher, I am a hunter, and this was just butchers' work."
"It was a massacre of evil animals," said the captain, "and the Nautilus is not a butcher's knife."
"I prefer my harpoon."
"To each his weapon," replied Nemo, staring at Ned. (2.12.117-122)