Letter #2
My dear Blankweed,
You
ask whether nostalgia is always a good thing. I don’t know what they’re
teaching you in training these days: of
course it is. When humans look back,
caught as they are in time, they always do so to compare the past with the
present. We encourage them to do so
through the lens of nostalgia, which throws a rosy glow over the past. By encouraging them to remember only what was
good about the past, we ensure that they are, in effect, comparing ice cream or
candy floss with – well, an imperfect apple. One is artificial, unhealthy and
man-made; the other is fresh but flawed.
Next to the sweetness of candy, an apple will always have a bitter edge.
And thus we sow this seeds of discontent. Your patient is a little young to
develop a full blown case of nostalgia, but you can encourage a taste for it
now.
So, let us return to the very promising
topic of your patient’s uncomfortable experience
in the Enemy’s camp. She returned to the
church based on her memory of childhood stories, and so she assumed, at some
level, that the church would have remained unchanged in the last 20 years. Why
she would expect this when every other aspect of life has changed is unclear
and illogical – but typical of human behaviour. Of course it isn’t the same!
The prayer book may have retained its essential structure, but the music is
different, the delivery is different, and the behaviour of the people around
her is different to the way it was 20 years ago. Encourage her to feel some indignation about
this. Make her feel , for example, that
some of the technology that is being used instead of pew sheets and hymn books
is “not reverent” . I know that doesn’t make any sense at all – technology and
pieces of paper are neither reverent nor irreverent, they’re just forms of
delivery. But let her bristle with
indignation – place in her mind an entirely fictitious vision of the past,
where people stood together in unity in the pews, sharing hymn books and
smiling together, and contrast that with the “impersonal” nature of words on a
screen. If you can organise some glitch
in the technology – or better still, an incompetent or inattentive operator -
so much the better.
Work on her feelings of displacement. The
words of some of the prayers she remembers from childhood, such as the Lord’s
prayer, have been modified. She’ll feel
uncomfortable when she slips into the old style – encourage her to feel that
her slip-ups are the fault of the church.
The whole language of the church has changed since she was a child, the
scriptures will be read in a modern (very unpoetic) translation: since she has
a “love of language” encourage those feelings that somehow the message, whatever
that may be, is lost in translation, that it’s lost its poetry – and never let
her wonder why she feels the Enemy , or a modern congregation, needs to speak
in poetry. Never let her think “well, why would I expect the language of the 17th
Century or the 19th Century as a suitable way of expressing worship
in the 21st?”
Not only the language, but the details of
church have changed. Take clothes for example. She will have been used to the
service being led by clergy dressed in full regalia – feed on her doubts: is
the person leading a lay person or a church leader in mufti? And what about
seating? Human beings can get very emotional about pews, you know. If the
church she’s attending has chairs, you can fan a very effective rage into
flames.
Of course none of these details matter in
any way. People can worship the Enemy seated on pews, chairs, cushions, or
sitting on the top of high buildings, if they have a mind to. But given her longing for the church of the past,
these trivial details matter to her. Just don’t let her entertain, even for a
moment, the thought that such concerns are irrelevant. He’ll try to
suggest it of course, but all you need to do is rock her plastic chair and she
can be pushed down the path of discontent.
And while she’s feeling unsettled, she’s
also, happily for us, aware that all the members of her family are unsettled by
her new venture. Her husband, a quiet
solicitor by profession, fancies himself as a well-read sceptic and philosopher
by nature. Of course, he’s never read any of the great philosophers himself,
but by delving occasionally into modern, popular discussions of philosophy, he
likes to carry himself off as an expert.
His noisy amusement at your patient’s church attendance is very helpful,
and you need to liaise with Cutfroth to maximise domestic discord on this
matter. The children – for whose sake these visits are ostensibly taking place
– are also bored and resistant. One of
her sisters – the sophisticated city sister, the one she envies and resents –
is openly scornful, while the hippy sister she pities and patronises is
enthusiastic. All of these reactions she will deeply resent and you need to
encourage that resentment. Make her feel it’s just too much to handle.
But best of all is the reaction of her mother. Now this needs careful handling. As you are
no doubt aware, her mother is deeply immersed in the Enemy’s faction, and has
for many years been imploring the Enemy daily to bring her daughters to faith.
All of which is dangerous and deplorable. With some subtle management on your
part, your patient’s suspicion of anything that pleases her mother can stop her
at the door of the church. Her mother is trying hard to contain her delight:
but she’s human, and her excitement that the Enemy is finally showing signs of
listening to her pitiful petitions will be – indeed is – difficult for her to
contain. Your patient is still young enough to have a deep resistance to
conforming to her mother’s wishes. I know she’s a grown woman, but it takes a
good 30 years or more for an adult woman to throw off the adolescent impulse to
differentiate herself as much as possible from her mother. Remind her that she doesn’t want to be told what to do by
her mother. Of course, her mother isn’t telling her to do anything, but
that doesn’t matter. Even her mother’s most carefully controlled, neutral
questions about her experiences at the church can upset her, if you encourage
her. Keep telling her she’s her own
woman and she doesn’t need her mother pushing her into anything.
(Just as an aside here, I love that phrase
that some humans are so fond of “I’m my own woman/man”. No-one is their own person: they either belong to us or to the
Enemy. They’re either ours to torment in this life and devour in the next – or,
or they’re…His. To do with as He
pleases. Of course, He tries to explain away his own colonisation of their puny
lives as a form of “setting them free to be more truly themselves”; we know
this is propaganda but even High Command has not fathomed out what this really
means)
The trick is to bombard her with negative
feelings – about the church and about her family. Human beings are, for the
most part, at the mercy of feelings. The fact she lives a busy life will make
these feelings even harder to bear. Feed her some helpful lines: do you need
this on top of everything else you have to deal this? Isn’t it all too much
trouble? Remind her that this was supposed to be a happy experience for her and
her children, and then draw her attention to the way her children are squirming
in their seats and asking how much longer they have to sit still. Let her feel
the effort of keeping them quiet – without her becoming conscious of how hard
they’re trying to please her and hard it is for them to sit quietly, since
they’ve never had to do so before. Build those negative feelings in every way
you can. Humans are blithely unaware of the transitory nature of feelings, and
we need to keep them ignorant on this matter. They are also hugely impatient of
the unfamiliar, without any real awareness of how quickly the unfamiliar can
become familiar.
It’s just all too hard – that’s the line
you need to take.
Your affectionate friend
Screwtape.
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