all the habits of the patient, both mental and bodily, are still in our favour.
keep everything hazy in his mind now, and you will have all eternity wherein to amuse yourself by producing in him the peculiar kind of clarity which Hell affords.
once you have made the world an end, and faith a means, you have almost won your man, and it makes very little difference what kind of worldly end he is pursuing.
i gather that the middle-aged married couple who called at his office are just the sort of people we want him to know - rich, smart, superficially intellectual, and brightly sceptical about everything in the world.
all mortals tend to turn into the things they are pretending to be.
and now for your blunders. on your own showing you first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed, because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his new friends. in the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there - a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. in other words you allowed him two real positive pleasures. were you so ignorant to not see the danger of this?
as a result we are more and more directing the desires of men to something which does not exist - making the role of the eye in sexuality more and more important and at the same time making his demands more and more impossible. what follows you can easily forecast!
but here, as in everything else, the way must be prepared for your moral assault by darkening his intellect. men are not angered by mere misfortune but by misfortune conceived as injury.
it bears a sickening resemblance to the description one human writer made of Heaven: "the regions where there is only life and therefore all that is not music is silence."
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 real trouble about the set your patient is living in is that it is merely Christian. they all have individual interests, of course, but the bond remains mere Christianity...let them at least be Christians with a difference. substitute for the faith itself some Fashion with a Christian colouring. work on their horror of the same old thing.
the routine of adversity, the gradual decay of youthful loves and youthful hopes, the great despair (hardly felt as pain) of ever overcoming the chronic temptations with which we have again and again defeated them, the drabness which we create in their lives, and the inarticulate resentment with which we teach them to respond to it - all this provides admirable opportunities of wearing out a soul by attrition.
the extraction hurts more and more and then the tooth was out. the dream became a nightmare and then you woke. you die and die and then you are beyond death. how could i ever have doubted it?
. . .that central music in every pure experience which had always just evaded memory was now at last recovered.
once more, the inexplicable meets us.
no man who says i'm as good as you believes it. he would not say it if he did.
here's a man who hasn't turned on the jukebox - he's one of those goddamn highbrows and is doing it to show off.
i am credibly informed that young humans no sometimes suppress and incipient taste for classical music or good literature because it might prevent their Being Like Folks.
they might (horror of horrors!) become individuals.
the wickedness of other religions was the really live doctrine in the religion of each, slander was its gospel and denigration its litany.
keep everything hazy in his mind now, and you will have all eternity wherein to amuse yourself by producing in him the peculiar kind of clarity which Hell affords.
once you have made the world an end, and faith a means, you have almost won your man, and it makes very little difference what kind of worldly end he is pursuing.
i gather that the middle-aged married couple who called at his office are just the sort of people we want him to know - rich, smart, superficially intellectual, and brightly sceptical about everything in the world.
all mortals tend to turn into the things they are pretending to be.
and now for your blunders. on your own showing you first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed, because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his new friends. in the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there - a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. in other words you allowed him two real positive pleasures. were you so ignorant to not see the danger of this?
as a result we are more and more directing the desires of men to something which does not exist - making the role of the eye in sexuality more and more important and at the same time making his demands more and more impossible. what follows you can easily forecast!
but here, as in everything else, the way must be prepared for your moral assault by darkening his intellect. men are not angered by mere misfortune but by misfortune conceived as injury.
it bears a sickening resemblance to the description one human writer made of Heaven: "the regions where there is only life and therefore all that is not music is silence."
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 real trouble about the set your patient is living in is that it is merely Christian. they all have individual interests, of course, but the bond remains mere Christianity...let them at least be Christians with a difference. substitute for the faith itself some Fashion with a Christian colouring. work on their horror of the same old thing.
the routine of adversity, the gradual decay of youthful loves and youthful hopes, the great despair (hardly felt as pain) of ever overcoming the chronic temptations with which we have again and again defeated them, the drabness which we create in their lives, and the inarticulate resentment with which we teach them to respond to it - all this provides admirable opportunities of wearing out a soul by attrition.
the extraction hurts more and more and then the tooth was out. the dream became a nightmare and then you woke. you die and die and then you are beyond death. how could i ever have doubted it?
. . .that central music in every pure experience which had always just evaded memory was now at last recovered.
once more, the inexplicable meets us.
no man who says i'm as good as you believes it. he would not say it if he did.
here's a man who hasn't turned on the jukebox - he's one of those goddamn highbrows and is doing it to show off.
i am credibly informed that young humans no sometimes suppress and incipient taste for classical music or good literature because it might prevent their Being Like Folks.
they might (horror of horrors!) become individuals.
the wickedness of other religions was the really live doctrine in the religion of each, slander was its gospel and denigration its litany.
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