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What shall we talk about, you
and I, who are getting our first degrees from
Queen’s today? The problem is a little
easier than is usually the case, because
we are both going into new jobs. I have
been an author for many years, and I
intend to go on being o
ne.
But being an author isn’t a job—
it is a
state of mind;
also, it is not a
gainful occupation except in a rather restricted
sense. I have
been earning my living as
a journalist for twenty years, and now I am giving
up
that sort of work to take a
different sort of job in a university. I shall be
very
green at it, and I expect I shall
do a lot of things the wrong way. Perhaps I shall
be a failure, but I have failed at
several things already, and somehow I have
lived
through
it.
Failure
at
a
specific
task
is
always
disagreeable
and
sometimes
it
is
humiliating.
But
there
is
only
one
kind
of
failure
that
really
breaks the spirit,
and that is failure in the art of life itself.
That is the failure that
one does well
to fear.
What is it like,
this failure in the art of life? It is the failure
which manifests
itself in a loss of
interest in really important things. It does not
come suddenly,
there is nothing
dramatic about it, and thus it works with a
dreadful advantage;
it creeps upon us,
and once it has us in its grip, it is hard for us
to recognize
what ails us.
It is not for nothing that this failure
was reckoned by medieval theologians
as
one of the Seven Deadly Sins. I suppose you know
what they were. Wrath,
Gluttony, Envy,
Avarice, and Lechery are not very hard to
recognize and are
perilously easy to
justify, by one means or another. Pride is an
extremely subtle
sin
because
it
is
so
clever
at
disguising
itself
as
something
else,
and
those
astute men St. Ambrose and St.
Augustine thought it the most dangerous of all
the sins. But it is the seventh which I
think is particularly prevalent in our day;
medieval theologians called it Sloth.
Sloth is not really a
suitable name for it now, because the word has
come
to mean a sluggishness and
inactivity which is chiefly physical. But the
sloth
the theologians meant, the sloth
which can damn you in this world and perhaps
in the next, is spiritual. There was a
better name, a Latin name, for it; it was
also called Accidie, and it meant
intellectual and spiritual torpor, indifference,
and lethargy.
To
be guilty of Acedia it is not necessary to be
physically sluggish at all.
You can be
as busy as a bee. You can fill your days with
activity, bustling from
meeting to
meeting, sitting on committees, running from one
party to another in
a
perfect
whirlwind
of
movement.
But
if,
meanwhile,
your
feelings
and
sensibilities
are
withering,
if
your
relationships
with
people
near
to
you
are
becoming more and more superficial, if
you are losing touch even with yourself,
it is Acedia which has claimed you for
its own.
How can it be recognized? Anatole
France said that the great danger of
increasing age was that the feelings
atrophied, and we mistook the sensation
for
the
growth
of
wisdom.
It
is
true
that
as
one
grows
older,
one’s
sense
of
proportion may become greater, and
things which troubled us or wounded us
deeply
in
our
youth
seem
less
significant.
But
that
is
a
different
thing
from
feeling nothing deeply,
and leaping to the conclusion that therefore
nothing is
really
very
important.
As
one
grows
older,
one
learns
how
to
spare
oneself
many kinds of unnecessary pain, but one
is in great danger if one ceases to
feel
pain
of
any
kind.
If
you
cannot
feel
pain
at
some
of
the
harsh
circumstances of life, it is very
likely that you have ceased to feel joy at some
of
the
satisfactions
and
delights
of
life.
When
that
happens,
one
lives
at
all
times under a mental and
spiritual cloud; it is always wet weather in the
soul.
That
is
Acedia,
and
it
was
called
a
Deadly
Sin
because
it
dimmed
and
discouraged the spirit,
and at last killed it.
I am
sure that all of you know some people who have
yielded to Acedia.
They
are
the
dampers,
the
wet
blankets
of
life.
Unfortunately
some
of
them
have a great attraction for the young.
Their chronic lack of enthusiasm looks so
much
like
sophistication.
They
are
often
clever
people,
who
are
adept
at
putting
a chilly finger on the weak spot in whatever
attracts their friends. They
seldom
make
mistakes,
because
they
never
put
themselves
in
a
position
where they are not
complete masters of the situation. They take a sly
pleasure
in the failure of others, and
they are always ready to say ‘I told you so’. They
have made just one
great
—
indeed
monstrous
—
mistake: they have
died to joy
and pain, and thus to
feeling.
The opposites of
these people are not, of course, those who allow
every
enthusiasm to run away with them,
whose hearts always rule their heads, who
go
a-whoring
after everything
that
is new.
They
are,
on
the
contrary,
people
who
take
pains
to
keep
their
common
sense
in
repair,
and
who
keep
their
intelligence bright,
but who also make daily efforts to meet experience
with a
fresh
vision,
and
to
give
to
everything
that
comes
their
way
the
measure
of
feeling, of emotion, of
charity and
understanding
—
yes, and also
of pain
—
that
it
needs in order to understand it.
Because you are university people, I
assume that you are people in whom
mind
is more prominent and better trained than is
feeling. If you had not had
some
intellectual bias
—
even of
quite a mild sort
—
it is
unlikely that you would
be here today
to receive a degree. Therefore you must take
special care that,
in the years ahead
of you, feeling is not neglected.
The temptation to neglect
feeling is strong. You see
—
I
say this knowing
that it is blasphemy
within university walls
—
it
is really very much easier to think
sensibly than it is to feel sensibly.
We all know what messes people get into
when they feel
too much and think too little; but those people do
not compel my
pity so much as the
hundreds of thousands whose lives are cast in a
mould of
midget tragedy because they
think a good deal, in a strangulated, ill-
nourished
fashion, but hardly feel at
all. These are the victims of Acedia.
Therefore I charge you, whether you are
struggling under the burden of a
mighty
intellect,
or
perhaps
just
shuffling
along
with
a
pretty
well-trained
mediocre brain,
to take pains not to lose your capacity to feel.
How is it to be done? I
have some practical advice for you in this
struggle,
which
is
one
of
the
great
battles
of
life.
Take
some
time
every
day
—
every
day
—
to examine
what you have been doing in the light of feeling,
rather than
of intelligence. It may be
before you fall asleep at night; it may be while
you are
walking
to
your
work;
it
may
be
at
any
time
when
you
can
withdraw
your
attention
from
external
matters:
that
is
the
time
to
ask
yourself
—
What
do
I
really feel
about all this? Not, what should I feel about it,
what does the world
expect me to feel,
but what do I truly feel about it? You must be
honest with
yourself, because self-
deception is one of the commonest roads to Acedia.
Now
it
may
happen
that
you
will
find
that
you
are
committed
to
some
course of action which you do not
like
—
which you may
positively hate. And yet,
for good
reasons, it may be necessary to continue with it.
We all have to do
things we detest, at
one time or another, because we are not free to
consult
our own wishes only. But if you
know the truth, you are protected from Acedia.
Nor is it only the
detestable things that should be carefully
examined. You
must look clearly at the
things which make your life happy and enviable,
and
you must give yourself up to a
grateful contemplation of them. Never take such
things for granted. I have seen many a
promising marriage shrivel and dry up
because
one
or
both
of
the
parties
to
it
assumed
that
happiness
was
something
that
came
by
right,
and
could
never
be
diminished.
Consciously
summoning up,
and consciously enjoying, the good things that
life brings us is
a
way
of
preserving
them.
It
is
not
in
their
nature
to
last
forever;
they
will
change, and if you
cherish them gratefully, the change is much more
likely to
be
a
change for the
better than
if
you
accept
them
as
gifts
which
a
grateful
providence has showered upon you as a
recognition of your magnanimity in
condescending to inhabit the earth.
I have never been able to
make up my mind which it is that people fear to
feel most
—
pain or
joy. Life will bring you both. You will not be
able to escape
the pain completely,
though Acedia will dull it a little. But
unfortunately it lies in
your power to
reject the joy utterly. Because we are afraid that
exultation may
betray
us
into
some
actions,
some
words,
which
may
make
us
look
a
little
foolish
to people who are not sharing our experience, we
very often stifle our
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