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Unformatted text preview: too stupid and ridiculous. The males, who habitually meet these outsiders, do not
feel that way; their confidence, if they are confident, is of a different kind. Hers, which she supposes to be due to Faith,
is in reality largely due to the mere colour she has taken from her surroundings. It is not, in fact, very different from the
conviction she would have felt at the age of ten that the kind of fish-knives used in her father's house were the proper or
normal or "real" kind, while those of the neighbouring families were "not real fish-knives" at all. Now the element of
ignorance and naïvety in all this is so large, and the element of spiritual pride so small, that it gives us little hope of the
girl herself. But have you thought of how it can be made to influence your own patient?
It is always the novice who exaggerates. The man who has risen in society is over-refined, the young scholar is
pedantic. In this new circle your patient is a novice. He is there daily meeting Christian life of a quality he never before
imagined and seeing it all through an enchanted glass because he is in love. He is anxious (indeed the Enemy
commands him) to imitate this quality. Can you get him to imitate this defect in his mistress and to exaggerate it until
what was venial in her becomes in him the strongest and most beautiful of the vices—Spiritual Pride?
The conditions seem ideally favourable. The new circle in which he finds himself is one of which he is tempted to be
proud for many reasons other than its Christianity. It is a better educated, more intelligent, more agreeable society than
any he has yet encountered. He is also under some degree of illusion as to his own place in it. Under the influence of
"love" he may still think himself unworthy of the girl, but he is rapidly ceasing to think himself unworthy of the others.
He has no notion how much in him is forgiven because they are charitable and made the best of because he is now one
of the family. He does not dream how much of his conversation, how many of his opinions, are recognised by them all
as mere echoes of their own. Still less does he suspect how much of the delight he takes in these people is due to the
erotic enchantment which the girl, for him, spreads over all her surroundings. He thinks that he likes their talk and way
of life because of some congruity between their spiritual state and his, when in fact they are so far beyond him that if he
were not in love he would be merely puzzled and repelled by much which he now accepts. He is like a dog which
should imagine it understood fire-arms because its hunting instinct and love for its master enable it to enjoy a day's
Here is your chance. While the Enemy, by means of sexual love and of some very agreeable people far advanced in His
service, is drawing the young barbarian up to levels he could never otherwise have reached, you must make him feel
that he is finding his own level—that these people are "his sort" and that, coming among them, he has come home.
When he turns from them to...
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- Spring '07