His mind was a microcosm of malignant narcissism — #90
Novel Excerpt
The paved area in front of the military headquarters was a hive of activity. Three battered Jeeps were waiting for the General. He was flanked by several accompanying officers who were currently in his favour. His power-fuelled paranoia meant they rarely lasted longer than eighteen months.
Two armed guards remained at the entrance of the building. They were a permanent fixture, the General’s way of reminding all visitors that this place was not simply an office building, it was a place that dealt with the control of life and the distribution of death.
The party divided itself up into the three Jeeps. The three vehicles sped away as soon as the final door was slammed shut. The General sat rigid in the back of the middle Jeep looking out from behind the tinted glass with wide eyes. He was making speeches in his head, receiving praise and adulation from his people, blessing babies, and decapitating rebels. His mind was a microcosm of malignant narcissism.
