假如有人想要博取謙卑的美名,我想我可以告訴他那第一步:就是要先意識到自己是驕傲的;這也是最大的一步。無論如何,在沒有意識到自我的驕傲之前,什麼都甭想達成。假如你不認為你自高自大,這表示你實在很自負。
Today I
come to that part of Christian morals where they differ most sharply from all
other morals. There is one vice of which no man in the world is free; which
every one in the world loathes when he sees it in someone else; and of which hardly any
people, except Christians, ever imagine that they are guilty themselves. I have
heard people admit that they are bad-tempered, or that they cannot keep their
heads about girls or drink, or even that they are cowards. I do not think I
have ever heard anyone who was not a Christian accuse himself of this vice. And
at the same time I have very seldom met anyone, who was not a Christian, who
showed the slightest mercy to it in others. There is no fault which makes a man
more unpopular, and no fault which We are more unconscious of in ourselves. And
the more we have it ourselves, the more we dislike it in others.
The vice I
am talking of is Pride or Self-Conceit: and the virtue opposite to it, in
Christian morals, is called Humility. You may remember, when I was talking
about sexual morality, I warned you that the centre of Christian morals did not
lie there. Well, now, we have come to the centre. According to Christian
teachers, the essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride. Unchastity, anger,
greed, drunkenness, and all that, are mere flea bites in comparison: it was
through Pride that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice:
it is the complete anti-God state of mind.
Does this
seem to you exaggerated? If so, think it over. I pointed out a moment ago that
the more pride one had, the more one disliked pride in others. In fact, if you
want to find out how proud you are the easiest way is to ask yourself,
"How much do I dislike it when other people snub me, or refuse to take any notice of
me, or shove their oar in, or patronize me, or show off?" The point is that each person's pride is in
competition with every one else's pride. It is because I wanted to be the big
noise at the party that I am so annoyed at someone else being the big noise.
Two of a trade never agree. Now what you want to get clear is that Pride is
essentially competitive-is competitive by its very nature-while the other vices
are competitive only, so to speak, by accident. Pride gets no pleasure out of
having something, only out of having more of it than the next man. We say that
people are proud of being rich, or clever, or good-looking, but they are not. They are proud of being richer, or
cleverer, or better-looking than others. If every one else became equally rich,
or clever, or good-looking there would be nothing to be proud about. It is the comparison that makes you proud: the
pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition has gone,
pride has gone. That is why I say that Pride is essentially competitive in a
way the other vices are not. The sexual impulse may drive two men into
competition if they both want the same girl. But that is only by accident; they might just as
likely have wanted two different girls. But a proud man will take your girl
from you, not because he wants her, but just to prove to himself that he is a
better man than you. Greed may drive men into competition if there is not
enough to go round; but the proud man, even when he has got more than he can
possibly want, will try to get still more just to assert his power. Nearly all
those evils in the world which people put down to greed or selfishness are
really far more the result of Pride.
Take it
with money. Greed will certainly make a man want money, for the sake of a
better house, better holidays, better things to eat and drink, but only up to a point. What is it dial makes a man with £10,000 a year
anxious to get £20,000 a year? It is not the greed for more pleasure. £10,000
will give all the luxuries that any man can really enjoy. It is Pride-the wish
to be richer than some other rich man, and (still more) the wish for power.
For, of course, power is what Pride really enjoys: there is nothing makes a man
feel so superior to others as being able to move them about like toy soldiers.
What makes a pretty girl spread misery wherever she goes by collecting
admirers? Certainly not her sexual instinct: that kind of girl is quite often
sexually frigid. It is Pride. What is it that makes a political leader or a
whole nation go on and on, demanding more and more? Pride again. Pride is
competitive by its very nature: that is why it goes on and on. If I am a proud
man, then, as long as there is one man in the whole world more powerful, or
richer, or cleverer than I, he is my rival and my enemy.
The
Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in
every nation and every family since the world began. Other vices may sometimes
bring people together: you may find good fellowship and jokes and friendliness
among drunken people or unchaste people. But Pride always means enmity - it is enmity. And not only enmity between man and
man, but enmity to God.
In God you
come up against something which is in every respect immeasurably superior to
yourself. Unless you know God as that-and, therefore, know yourself as nothing
in comparison - you do not
know God at all. As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is
always looking down on things and people: and, of course, as long as you are
looking down, you cannot see something that is above you.
That raises
a terrible question. How is it that people who are quite obviously eaten up
with Pride can say they believe in God and appear to themselves very religious?
I am afraid it means they are worshipping an imaginary God. They theoretically
admit themselves to be nothing in the presence of this phantom God, but are
really all the time imagining how He approves of them and thinks them far
better than ordinary people: that is, they pay a pennyworth of imaginary
humility to Him and get out of it a pound's worth of Pride towards their
fellow-men. I suppose it was of those people Christ was thinking when He said
that some would preach about Him and cast out devils in His name, only to be
told at the end of the world that He had never known them. And any of us may at
any moment be in this death-trap. Luckily, we have a test whenever we find that our religious
life is making us feel that we are good-above all, that we are better than
someone else. I think we may
be sure that we are being acted on, not by God, but by the devil. The real test of being in the
presence of God is that you either forget about yourself altogether or see
yourself as a small, dirty object. It is better to forget about yourself
altogether.
It is a
terrible thing that the worst of all the vices can smuggle itself into the very
centre of our religious life. But you can see why. The other, and less bad,
vices come from the devil working on us through our animal nature. But this
does not come through our animal nature at all. It comes direct from Hell. It is
purely spiritual: consequently it is far more subtle and deadly. For the same
reason, Pride can often be used to beat down the simpler vices. Teachers, in
fact, often appeal to a boy's Pride, or, as they call it, his self-respect, to
make him behave decently: many a man has overcome cowardice, or lust, or
ill-temper by learning to think that they are beneath his dignity-that is, by
Pride. The devil laughs. He is perfectly content to see you becoming chaste and
brave and self-controlled provided, all the time, he is setting up in you the
Dictatorship of Pride-just as he would be quite content to see your chilblains
cured if he was allowed, in return, to give you cancer. For Pride is spiritual
cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common
sense.
Before
leaving this subject I must guard against some possible misunderstandings:
(1)
Pleasure in being praised is not Pride. The child who is patted on the back for
doing a lesson well, the woman whose beauty is praised by her lover, the saved
soul to whom Christ says "Well done," are pleased and ought to be.
For here the pleasure lies not in what you are but in the fact that you have
pleased someone you wanted (and rightly wanted) to please. The trouble begins
when you pass from thinking, "I have pleased him; all is well," to
thinking, "What a fine person I must be to have done it." The more
you delight in yourself and the less you delight in the praise, the worse you
are becoming. When you delight wholly in yourself and do not care about the
praise at all, you have reached the bottom. That is why vanity, though it is
the sort of Pride which shows most on the surface, is really the least bad and
most pardonable sort. The vain person wants praise, applause, admiration, too
much and is always angling for it. It is a fault, but a childlike and even (in
an odd way) a humble fault. It shows that you are not yet completely contented
with your own admiration. You value other people enough to want them to look at
you. You are, in fact, still human. The real black, diabolical Pride comes when
you look down on others so much that you do not care what they think of you. Of
course, it is very right, and often our duty, not to care what people think of
us, if we do so for the right reason; namely, because we care so incomparably
more what God thinks. But the Proud man has a different reason for not caring.
He says "Why should I care for the applause of that rabble as if their
opinion were worth anything? And even if their opinions were of value, am I the
sort of man to blush with pleasure at a compliment like some chit of a girl at
her first dance? No, I am an integrated, adult personality. All I have done has
been done to satisfy my own ideals, or my artistic conscience, or the traditions of my family, or, in a word, because I'm That Kind of Chap.
If the mob like it, let them. They're nothing to me." In this way real
thoroughgoing Pride may act as a check on vanity; for, as I said a moment ago,
the devil loves "curing" a small fault by giving you a great one. We
must try not to be vain, but we must never call in our Pride to cure our
vanity; better the frying-pan than the fire.
(2) We say
in English that a man is "proud" of his son, or his father, or his
school, or regiment, and it may be asked whether "pride" in this
sense is a sin. I think it depends on what, exactly, we mean by "proud
of." Very often, in such sentences, the phrase "is proud of"
means "has a warm-hearted admiration for." Such an admiration is, of
course, very far from being a sin. But it might, perhaps, mean that the person
in question gives himself airs on the ground of his distinguished father, or
because he belongs to a famous regiment. This would, clearly, be a fault; but
even then, it would be better than being proud simply of himself. To love and
admire anything outside yourself is to take one step away from utter spiritual
ruin; though we shall not be well so long as we love and admire anything more
than we love and admire God.
(3) We must
not think Pride is something God forbids because He is offended at it, or that
Humility is something He demands as due to His own dignity - as if God Himself was proud. He is not in the least worried
about His dignity. The point is, He wants you to know Him; wants to give you
Himself. And He and you are two things of such a kind that if you really get
into any kind of touch with Him you will, in fact, be humble-delightedly
humble, feeling the infinite relief of having for once got rid of all the silly
nonsense about your own dignity which has made you restless and unhappy all
your life. He is trying to make you humble in order to make this moment
possible: trying to take off a lot of silly, ugly, fancy-dress in which we have
all got ourselves up and are strutting about like the little idiots we are. I
wish I had got a bit further with humility myself: if I had, I could probably
tell you more about the relief, the comfort, of taking the fancy-dress
off-getting rid of the false self, with all its "Look at me" and
"Aren't I a good boy?" and all its posing and posturing. To get even
near it, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert.
(4) Do not imagine that if you meet a really
humble man he will be what most people call "humble" nowadays: he
will not be a sort of greasy, smarmy person, who is always telling you that, of
course, he is nobody. Probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a
cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what you said to him. If
you do dislike him it will be because you feel a little envious of anyone who
seems to enjoy life so easily. He will not be thinking about humility: he will
not be thinking about himself at all.
If anyone
would like to acquire humility, I can, I think, tell him the first step. The
first step is to realize that one is proud. And a biggish step, too. At least,
nothing whatever can be done before it. If you think you are not conceited, it
means you are very conceited indeed.