Perhaps, I’m just depraved.* Maybe we can’t all be good. But I wish I hadn’t known that. I wish that I could unsee the things I have seen, be as ignorant as our Handsome Sailor. That’s what makes me envious** of him, see. He doesn’t know of himself, our Handsome Sailor. No malice, no envy…pure bliss. I can’t unsee that, which is why he is foe.
This is me taking a huge leap in playing the character of Claggart -- in which I am writing his voice under the auspices of him being self-reflective enough to understand the pure polarity, yin-yang relationship he shares with Billy. Most of what the reader understands of Claggart's character and his inner motivations is presented by the narrator in a purely clinical and analytical fashion -- speculative, but not fully grasping the subjectivity within his mentality. Based on what the narrator presents us, along with the differences he shares with the titular character, I'm asserting that Claggart (as someone who is intelligent, and can understand nuance, unlike Billy) is capable of understanding his own psychological motives, and the existential dynamic he is against in his relation to Billy.