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little difference; for when the strenuous mood is on one; the aim



is to break something; no matter whose or what。  Nothing



annihilates an inhibition as irresistibly as anger does it; for;



as Moltke says of war; destruction pure and simple is its



essence。  This is what makes it so invaluable an ally of every



other passion。  The sweetest delights are trampled on with a



ferocious pleasure the moment they offer themselves as checks to



a cause by which our higher indignations are elicited。  It costs



then nothing to drop friendships; to renounce long…rooted



privileges and possessions; to break with social ties。  Rather do



we take a stern joy in the astringency and desolation; and what



is called weakness of character seems in most cases to consist in



the inaptitude for these sacrificial moods; of which one's own



inferior self and its pet softnesses must often be the targets



and the victims。'145'







'145' Example:  Benjamin Constant was often marveled at as an



extraordinary instance of superior intelligence with inferior



character。  He writes (Journal; Paris; 1895; p。 56); 〃I am tossed



and dragged about by my miserable weakness。  Never was anything



so ridiculous as my indecision。  Now marriage; now solitude; now



Germany; now France hesitation upon hesitation; and all because



at bottom I am UNABLE TO GIVE UP ANYTHING。〃  He can't 〃get mad〃



at any of his alternatives; and the career of a man beset by such



an all…round amiability is hopeless。















So far I have spoken of temporary alterations produced by



shifting excitements in the same person。  But the relatively



fixed differences of character of different persons are explained



in a precisely similar way。  In a man with a liability to a



special sort of emotion; whole ranges of inhibition habitually



vanish; which in other men remain effective; and other sorts of



inhibition take their place。  When a person has an inborn genius



for certain emotions; his life differs strangely from that of



ordinary people; for none of their usual deterrents check him。 



Your mere aspirant to a type of character; on the contrary; only



shows; when your natural lover; fighter; or reformer; with whom



the passion is a gift of nature; comes along; the hopeless



inferiority of voluntary to instinctive action。  He has



deliberately to overcome his inhibitions; the genius with the



inborn passion seems not to feel them at all; he is free of all



that inner friction and nervous waste。  To a Fox; a Garibaldi; a



General Booth; a John Brown; a Louise Michel; a Bradlaugh; the



obstacles omnipotent over those around them are as if



non…existent。  Should the rest of us so disregard them; there



might be many such heroes; for many have the wish to live for



similar ideals; and only the adequate degree of



inhibition…quenching fury is lacking。'146'







'146' The great thing which the higher excitabilities give is



COURAGE; and the addition or subtraction of a certain amount of



this quality makes a different man; a different life。  Various



excitements let the courage loose。  Trustful hope will do it;



inspiring example will do it; love will do it; wrath will do it。 



In some people it is natively so high that the mere touch of



danger does it; though danger is for most men the great inhibitor



of action。  〃Love of adventure〃 becomes in such persons a ruling



passion。  〃I believe;〃 says General Skobeleff; 〃that my bravery



is simply the passion and at the same time the contempt of



danger。  The risk of life fills me with an exaggerated rapture。



The fewer there are to share it; the more I like it。  The



participation of my body in the event is required to furnish me



an adequate excitement。  Everything intellectual appears to me to



be reflex; but a meeting of man to man; a duel; a danger into



which I can throw myself headforemost; attracts me; moves me;



intoxicates me。  I am crazy for it; I love it; I adore it。  I run



after danger as one runs after women; I wish it never to stop。



Were it always the same; it would always bring me a new pleasure。







When I throw myself into an adventure in which I hope to find it;



my heart palpitates with the uncertainty; I could wish at once to



have it appear and yet to delay。  A sort of painful and delicious



shiver shakes me; my entire nature runs to meet the peril with an



impetus that my will would in vain try to resist。 (Juliette Adam: 



Le General Skobeleff; Nouvelle Revue; 1886; abridged。) Skobeleff



seems to have been a cruel egoist; but the disinterested



Garibaldi; if one may judge by his 〃Memorie;〃 lived in an



unflagging emotion of similar danger…seeking excitement。















The difference between willing and merely wishing; between having



ideals that are creative and ideals that are but pinings and



regrets; thus depends solely either on the amount of



steam…pressure chronically driving the character in the ideal



direction; or on the amount of ideal excitement transiently



acquired。  Given a certain amount of love; indignation;



generosity; magnanimity; admiration; loyalty; or enthusiasm of



self…surrender; the result is always the same。  That whole raft



of cowardly obstructions; which in tame persons and dull moods



are sovereign impediments to action; sinks away at once。  Our



conventionality;'147' our shyness; laziness; and stinginess; our



demands for precedent and permission; for guarantee and surety;



our small suspicions; timidities; despairs; where are they now? 



Severed like cobwebs; broken like bubbles in the sun







     〃Wo sind die Sorge nun und Noth



      Die mich noch gestern wollt' erschlaffen?



      Ich scham' mich dess' im Morgenroth。〃







The flood we are borne on rolls them so lightly under that their



very contact is unfelt。  Set free of them; we float and soar and



sing。  This auroral openness and uplift gives to all creative



ideal levels a bright and caroling quality; which is nowhere more



marked than where the controlling emotion is religious。  〃The



true monk;〃 writes an Italian mystic; 〃takes nothing with him but



his lyre。〃







'147' See the case on p。 69; above; where the writer describes



his experiences of communion with the Divine as consisting



〃merely in the TEMPORARY OBLITERATION OF THE CONVENTIONALITIES



which usually cover my life。〃















We may now turn from these psychological generalities to those



fruits of the religious state which form the special subject of



our present lecture。  The man who lives in his religious centre



of personal energy; and is actuated by spiritual enthusiasms;



differs from his previous carnal self in perfectly definite ways。







The new ardor which burns in his breast consumes in its glow the



lower 〃noes〃 which formerly beset him; and keeps him immune



against infection from the entire groveling portion of his



nature。  Magnanimities once impossible are now easy; paltry



conventionalities and mean incentives once tyrannical hold no



sway。  The stone wall inside of him has fallen; the hardness in



his heart has broken down。  The rest of us can; I think; imagine



this by recalling our state of feeling in those temporary



〃melting moods〃 into which either the trials of real life; or the



theatre; or a novel sometimes throws us。  Especially if we weep! 



For it is then as if our tears broke through an inveterate inner



dam; and let all sorts of ancient peccancies and moral



stagnancies drain away; leaving us now washed and soft of heart



and open to every nobler leading。  With most of us the customary



hardness quickly returns; but not so with saintly persons。  Many



saints; even as energetic ones as Teresa and Loyola; have



possessed what the church traditionally reveres as a special



grace; the so…called gift of tears。  In these persons the melting



mood seems to have held almost uninterrupted control。  And as it



is with tears and melting moods; so it is with other exalted



affections。  Their reign may come by gradual growth or by a



crisis; but in either case it may have 〃come to stay。〃







At the end of the last lecture we saw this permanence to be true



of the general paramountcy of the higher insight; even though in



the ebbs of emotional excitement meaner motives might temporarily



prevail and backsliding might occur。  But that lower temptations



may remain completely annulled; apart from transient emotion and



as if by alteration of the man's habitual nature; is also proved



by documentary evidence in certain cases。  Before embarking on



the general natural history of the regenerate character; let me



convince you of this curious fact by one or two examples。 The



most numerous are those of reformed drunkards。  You recollect the



case of Mr。 Hadley in the last lecture; the Jerry McAuley Water



Street Mission abounds in similar instances。'148'  You also



remember the graduate of Oxford; converted at three in the



afternoon; and getting drunk in the hay…field the next day;



but after that permanently cured of his appetite。  〃From that



hour drink has had no terrors for me:  I never touch it; never



want it。  The same thing occurred with my pipe。 。 。 。 the desire



for it went at once and has never returned。  So with every known



sin; the deliverance in each case being permanent and complete。 



I have had no temptations since conversion。〃







'148' Above; p。 200。  〃The only radical remedy I know for



dipsomania is religiomania;〃 is a saying I have heard quoted from



some medical man。















Here is an analogous case from Starbuck's manuscript



collection:







〃I went into the old Adelphi Theatre; where there was a Holiness



meeting; 。 。 。 and I began saying; 'Lord; Lord; I must have this



blessing。'  Then what was to me an audible voice said:  'Are you



willing to give up everything to the Lord?' and question after



question kept coming up; to all of which I said:  'Yes; Lord;



yes; Lord!' until this came:  'Why do you not accept it NOW?' and



I said:  'I do; Lord。'I felt no particular joy; only a trust。 



Just then the meeting closed; and; as I went out on the street; I



met a gentleman smoking a fine cigar; and a cloud of smoke came



into my face; and I took a long; deep breath of it; and praise



the Lord; all my appetite for it was gone。  Then as I walked



along the street; passing sa

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