"Charlene raised her elbows to the white tablecloth. Gestured with her open palms. “And that recoil, Marilee. That perfectly reasonable impulse to turn away, to gag, you might say, to close your eyes at the sight of this suffering is, to my mind, Marilee, a kind of evil.”
The poor woman made some sound of rational objection—she might have said, “Come now,” or “Really”—but Charlene stopped her with her palm. “It’s a very small evil, of course,” she said pleasantly enough. “That impulse to turn away. It’s not murder. Nobody’s getting corrupted. It’s not even something we can be blamed for, really.” A breath of a laugh. “Surely we can’t be held responsible for the madness of”—she waved her fingers—“creation.”
She seemed to consider for a second the insufficiency of the word. “Turning away,” a gentle indulgence now in her voice, “it’s an honest reaction, isn’t it?” As ever, she did not pause for reply. “But it’s an indication nevertheless of what we’re capable of, it seems to me. We’re capable of turning away. We’re capable of despising the sight of something so awful, something so incongruous to the good order we prefer. The beauty we prefer. I mean, Marilee,” she added with a huff of breath, “suffering.” She made the word itself sound like a fashion faux pas: like white shoes after Labor Day. An ill-fitting Guy Laroche. “Honestly, Marilee. Who wants to gaze at suffering?”
And then she smiled sympathetically across the table. “Do you see what I’m saying?” Conveying as she said it the full confidence that Marilee did not. A flush had begun to spread from under the neat collar of Marilee’s starched blouse, across her ruffled breast. “I thought we were talking about raising money,” she said, and then added with a small laugh, “for little toys.” “We are,” Charlene said, utterly patient. “It’s just that you said there’s very little good we can do. In this place. And I agree, I do. But that very little good might be just the thing required to stand against that very little evil—that impulse to turn away.”
McDermott, Alice. Absolution: A Novel (p. 151). Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.