Kungen.

"But there were no battles. There were only skirmishes of vague resolution. And EVIL did not wear one face but many, and all of them were vacuous and more often than not the chin was slicked with drool. In fact, he was being forced to the conclusion that there was no EVIL in this world at all but only evil - or perhaps (evil). At moments like this he suspected that Hitler had been nothing but a harried bureaucrat and Satan himself a mental defective with at rudimentary sense of humor - the kind that finds feeding firecrackers wrapped in bread to seagulls unutterably funny."

Stephen King - Salem's lot