Usually pride is sneaky, an unannounced motive, but in our passage we see raw blantant pride for all to see.
1. William Ernest Henley's poem "Invictus" ("Unconquered") is drenched with the spirit of Cain:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor