The Consolation of Philosophy · Book IV
Book IV · Chapter IV

The Deeper Wretchedness of the Wicked

Song IV · The Unreasonableness of Hatred.

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Chapter IV

Then I said: "I admit it, and I see that not unjustly are the vicious said — though they keep the shape of a human body — to be changed into beasts in the quality of their souls. But those whose savage and criminal mind rages for the destruction of good men — I should have wished that this very thing were not permitted them."

"Nor is it permitted," she said, "as will be shown in a fitting place. But still, if that very thing which they are believed to be permitted were taken away, the punishment of criminal men would be relieved in great part. For — though it may perhaps seem incredible to anyone — it is necessary that the bad be more unhappy when they have accomplished what they craved than if they could not fulfill what they crave. For if it is wretched to have willed evil things, it is more wretched to have been able to do them, without which the effect of the wretched will would languish. And so, since each of these has its own wretchedness, those whom you see willing crime, able to commit it, and accomplishing it, must necessarily be pressed by a threefold misfortune."

"I agree," I said, "but I vehemently long that they may quickly be free of this misfortune, deprived of the possibility of committing crime."

"They will be free of it," she said, "sooner than perhaps either you would wish, or they themselves reckon that they will be. For there is nothing so late within the so brief limits of life that an immortal soul, especially, should think it long to wait for it. Their great hope and the lofty machinery of their crimes is often destroyed by a sudden and unhoped-for end — and this indeed sets a limit to their misery. For if wickedness makes men wretched, the longer one is wicked the more wretched he must be; and I would judge them most unhappy of all, if at least their final death did not put an end to their wickedness. For if we have concluded truly about the misfortune of depravity, it is plain that the misery is infinite which is agreed to be eternal."

Then I said: "Wonderful indeed, and hard to grant, is this inference; but I recognize that it agrees all too well with what was granted before."

"Rightly do you judge," she said; "but whoever thinks it hard to accept the conclusion, it is fair that he either show that something false has gone before, or that the arrangement of the propositions does not amount to the necessary conclusion. Otherwise, with the premises granted, there is absolutely nothing to dispute about the inference. For this too, which I shall say, may seem no less wonderful, yet from what has been assumed it is equally necessary."

"What, then?" I said.

"That the wicked," she said, "are happier when they pay penalties than if no punishment of justice should restrain them. And I am not now urging what would come into anyone's mind — that depraved characters are corrected by retribution, and led to the right by the terror of punishment, and that they are an example to others of fleeing what is blameworthy. Rather, I judge that the wicked who go unpunished are more unhappy in some other way, even if no account is taken of correction, and no regard had for example."

"And what will that other way be," I said, "besides these?"

And she said: "Have we not granted that the good are happy, but the bad wretched?"

"That is so," I said.

"If, then," she said, "something good is added to someone's misery, is he not happier than the one whose misery is pure and solitary, without any admixture of any good?"

"So it seems," I said.

"What if to that same wretched man, who lacks all goods, there were attached — besides those things by which he is wretched — yet another evil: is he not to be judged far more unhappy than the one whose misfortune is relieved by a share of good?"

"How could it be otherwise?" I said.

"But it is manifest that it is just for the wicked to be punished, and unjust for them to escape unpunished."

"Who would deny it?"

"But neither," she said, "will anyone deny this: that everything which is just is good, and, on the contrary, that what is unjust is evil."

"It is clear," I answered.

"The wicked, then, when indeed they are punished, have something good attached to them — namely the punishment itself, which by the principle of justice is good; and the same men, when they lack punishment, have something further in them — an evil, the very impunity, which you have confessed to be an evil by reason of its injustice."

"I cannot deny it."

"Far more unhappy, then, are the wicked endowed with unjust impunity than those punished by just retribution."

Then I said: "These things indeed follow from what was concluded a little while ago. But I beg you," I said, "do you leave no punishments of souls after the body has died in death?"

"Great ones indeed," she said, "of which some, I think, are exercised with penal harshness, others with cleansing mercy. But it is not my plan now to discuss these. What we have been doing so far is this: that the power of the bad, which seemed to you most unworthy, you might recognize to be no power at all; that those whom you complained went unpunished, you might see never to be free from the punishments of their own wickedness; that the license which you prayed might quickly be ended, you might learn is not long, and would be more unhappy the longer it lasts, and most unhappy of all if it were eternal; and after this, that the wicked released by unjust impunity are more wretched than those punished by just retribution. From which judgment it follows that they are then at last pressed by heavier punishments, when they are believed to be unpunished."

Then I said: "When I consider your reasonings, I think nothing could be said more truly. But if I turn back to the judgments of men, who is there to whom these things would seem not merely worthy of belief, but even of a hearing?"

"So it is," she said. "For they cannot lift eyes accustomed to darkness up to the light of clear truth, and they are like birds whose sight the night illuminates and the day blinds. For while they look not at the order of things but at their own feelings, they think that the license or impunity of crimes is happiness. But see what the eternal law decrees. If you have conformed your mind to the better, there is no need of a judge to bestow a reward — you have added yourself to the more excellent. If you have turned your pursuit toward the worse, do not seek an avenger outside — you yourself have thrust yourself into worse things; just as, if you should look by turns at the filthy ground and at the sky, with all things outside ceasing, by the very faculty of seeing you would seem to be now in the mire, now among the stars. But the crowd does not look at these things. What, then? Shall we side with those whom we have shown to be like beasts? What if someone, having entirely lost his sight, should also forget that he ever had vision, and should think that nothing was lacking to him for human perfection — would we who see think the blind man sees the same as we? For they will not even agree to this, which rests on equally strong supports of reasoning: that those who do an injury are more unhappy than those who suffer it."

"I should like," I said, "to hear these very reasonings."

"Do you deny," she said, "that every wicked man deserves punishment?"

"Not at all."

"And that those who are wicked are unhappy is plain in many ways."

"So it is," I said.

"Those, then, who deserve punishment, you do not doubt are wretched?"

"That agrees," I said.

"If, then, you were sitting as judge," she said, "on whom would you think punishment should be inflicted — on the one who had done, or on the one who had suffered, the injury?"

"I do not hesitate," I said, "to make satisfaction by the suffering of the one who did the wrong, through his pain."

"The one who inflicted the injury, then, would seem to you more wretched than the one who received it."

"That follows," I said.

"For this reason, then, and for others resting on this same root — that baseness by its own nature makes men wretched — it appears that an injury inflicted on anyone is the wretchedness not of the one who receives it, but of the one who inflicts it."

"And yet," she said, "orators now do the contrary. For on behalf of those who have suffered something grave and bitter they try to rouse the pity of the judges, when pity is more justly due to those who commit the wrong — who ought to be led to judgment not by angry accusers but rather by kindly and pitying ones, as the sick are led to a physician, so that they might cut away the diseases of their guilt by punishment. By which arrangement the work of defenders would either grow wholly cold, or, if it preferred to benefit men, would be turned into the manner of accusation. The wicked themselves, too, if it were granted them to glimpse through some little chink the virtue they had abandoned, and if they saw that they would lay aside the filth of their vices by the torments of punishment, would not count these torments to be torments, weighing against them the uprightness to be gained, and would refuse the work of defenders and surrender themselves wholly to accusers and judges. By which it comes about that among the wise there is left no place at all for hatred. For who but the most foolish would hate the good? And to hate the bad is contrary to reason. For if, just as bodily weakness is a kind of sickness, so viciousness is a kind of disease of souls — since we judge those who are sick in body by no means worthy of hatred, but rather of pity — much more are those to be pitied, not pursued, whose minds a wickedness more savage than any bodily weakness oppresses."

Song IVThe Unreasonableness of Hatred
What good does it do to stir up such great commotions and to provoke fate with your own hand? If you seek death, it draws near of its own accord, nor does it hold back its swift horses.
Those whom serpent, lion, tiger, bear, and boar seek with their teeth, these same men seek one another with the sword. Is it because their ways differ and disagree that they raise unjust battle-lines and savage wars, and choose to perish by each other's weapons?
There is no just enough reason for such cruelty. Do you wish to render a fitting return to deserts? Love the good as is right, and have pity on the bad.