Karlov was a stoic, not a philosopher, or he would not have been the victim of his present obsession.

The idea of live and let live has never been the propaganda of the anarch.

To the anarch the death of some body or the destruction of some thing is the cornerstone to his madhouse.
Nothing would ever cure this man of his obsession--the death of Hawksley and the possession of the emeralds.

Moreover, there was the fanatical belief in his poor disordered brain that the accomplishment of these two projects would eventually assist in the liberation of mankind.
Abnormally cunning in his methods of approach, he lacked those imaginative scales by which we weigh our projects and which we call logic.

A child alone in a house with a box of matches; a dog on one side of Fifth Avenue that sees a dog on the other side, but not the automobiles--inexorable logic--irresistible force--whizzing up and down the middle of that thoroughfare.