This was possibly my favorite Pseudopod story of all time. I barely know where to start.
Ok, first of all, the reading. I loved the working class evil of the foreman. The matter-of-fact, friendly, almost fatherly abomination of that character really helped to sell the story for me. The snake, the narrator, and the hanging fruit were all similarly well-read and well-acted.
Secondly, the pacing. The story had a perfect progression, telling the story of how someone decides that the suffering of their fellow humans is not their fault. I love how the nameless narrator had plenty of opportunities to change his ways, but never did. His damnation was almost Greek in its progression, and his fatal flaw - selfishness, blindness, passive sadism - fully explored. This story was the epitome of "getting what they deserve" horror, in way that charmed and horrified me.
Really, this story had it all. Five sad zeppelins out of five.