Now and then some trivial argument would break out, and one of them would kill another one, and all the others would detach themselves from the killer as neatly as blood clotting, and they’d consider the case and they’d either excuse him, for some reason, or else send him out to the forest to live by stealing from their outlying pens like a wounded fox. At times I would try to befriend the exile, at other times I would try to ignore him, but they were treacherous. In the end, I had to eat them. –Grendel, John Gardner What is Grendel’s perspective on the people he observes? He thinks they are weak and amusing. He thinks they are brave and honorable. He thinks they are friendly and caring. He thinks they are violent and untrustworthy.