Have We Lost Our Temperance?

February 25, 2017

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Have We Lost Our Temperance?

In one of the Platonic dialogues, the Charmides, the subject is the nature of temperance. No final definition is arrived at, but that does not mean that the word has no meaning or that temperance therefore ceases to be a virtue. If we could talk only of what we could define, we should soon cease to speak at all, for definition has to come to an end somewhere. We cannot be what Karl Popper accused Wittgenstein of being, a man eternally polishing his spectacles without ever looking through them.

Certainly there is temperance of language as well as of action. I was reminded of this in a secondhand bookshop yesterday. I picked up a book of poems for children by a modern poet whom I happened to have quoted in an essay written a few days before. There was an inscription in the book, not by the author (I think):

For James, who loves children and who, more unusually, is loved by them.

This is not the inscription of an uneducated person; but what most struck me about it was that the recipient, or at any rate someone, had crossed out the words loves and loved, and written over them, in a different hand, likes and liked. (The difference of the hand was important: It meant that it was not the original inscriber who changed the verb.)

“If everyone is Hitler, no one is.”

I found this impressive. It was not an act of mere pedantry; the pedant delights in error rather than in truth (he reads a book of 500 pages and underlines the one misprint in it, often with glee masquerading as anger or disgust). Here, on the contrary, was someone who tried to be as truthful and precise as words would let him be, including—on the assumption that it was the recipient who made the correction—about his own feelings. If he said, or allowed himself to think, that he loved children when in fact he only liked them, what word would be left to him for something or someone whom he truly loved? Intemperance of expression is the enemy of distinctions in meaning. This is important, for actions are often predicated on words rather than on realities or things; if we are intemperate in our use of words, we are likely to become intemperate in our actions, to our own detriment but, more important, to the detriment of others.

I think it can hardly be denied that we live at a time of intemperance of language. It is not enough for us to say that we like or dislike something; we find it necessary, in order to draw attention to ourselves or our feelings, to say that we love or hate it. The language used on the internet is often intemperate, and, just as Falstaff was not only witty in himself but a cause of wit in others, so intemperance in our own language encourages intemperance in the language of others, and vice versa. A soft answer may turn away wrath, as Proverbs tells us, but bad language encourages the use of further bad, or even worse, language. Intemperance, far from being cathartic, breeds intemperance.

When we use strong language to describe small things, we deprive ourselves of the means to describe great ones, and only violent gestures or violence itself is left to us. In the case of slight or even more serious moral harms, we have no words left to describe or reprehend true evil. If everyone is Hitler, no one is.

There is intemperance of facial expression and gesture as well as of words, and I doubt whether even his supporters would deny that President Trump’s facial expressions and gestures are not such as to soothe the savage breast of his opponents. But his opponents are guilty of intemperance too, in words as well as in gestures.

As soon as he was elected, many of his opponents started to use the word resistance in place of opposition, as if the United States had instantaneously turned into a land where it was dangerous to express a contrary opinion to that of the president’s, as if opponents were being rounded up and put in camps, as if it required singular bravery to express dislike or even disgust for him. I suspect that, in parts of the country at least, and among a certain kind of people, it would have required more moral courage to admit that you voted for him than to compare him to Bluebeard or Genghis Khan.

The word resistance is indicative of self-congratulation and grandiosity, and must be rather galling for those for whom the choice to submit or resist is or ever was a question of life and death. Opposition is a normal and salutary process in a civilized polity, accepted by politicians even if, in his heart, no one in power really likes to be opposed; resistance is something else altogether.

The word implies a completely different polity from the one in which there is opposition; and even though its use may not be justified, people will begin to think that it must be, if it is used frequently enough. A misconception will turn into a reality, and a still-functioning and viable polity will be one step nearer to dissolution.

All this is, or at least once was, perfectly obvious from our daily experience. Mature persons know that they should not fire off missives in a state of anger, immediately after they have experienced something disagreeable that they attribute to the misdeeds or negligence of others. Reflection after a night’s sleep may reveal that the thing done was not so terrible after all, or that the culprit was not so uniquely guilty as first thought (or rather, first felt) to be. Delay is essential to a sense of proportion. This is no new insight, and if Polonius, that great sententious apostle of moderation and boring common sense, were advising Laertes today as he left to go to university, he would no doubt say to him:

Neither a Twitterer nor a blogger be,

For tweet oft loses both good sense and friend.

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