Resentment is the monster that lives within me. My favourite former psychiatrist, Dr Anthony Daniels/ Theodore Darymple has written an essay on the subject. I can only concur with its premise which is that resentment is corrosive and destructive and, in the long term, pretty damned useless. It is insidious though and once it has you in its jaws it will not willingly release you. You have to fight your way out. I’m hoping that my own resentment has plateaud and will soon subside. For to sustain resentment you have to keep feeding it fresh meat. I am nourishing it. It is eating me up and, if I don’t kill it, it will kill me.
Speaking of Doctor Dalrymple: this article (hat tip to his ‘groupies’ here) reminds me of why reading his output frequently leaves me incandescent with rage. ’Narcissist’ is one of the good doctor’s favourite insults but this time he should direct it at himself, for is there anything more ‘narcissistic’ than writing about the heroism of the Chilean miners, making it fit into your latest little pet peeve (sense versus sensibility) and then twisting it round so that it becomes about you and your own putative heroism? And, naturally, he never misses a chance to malign his native country: ‘Of course, I was talking of the British as they once were, not as they now are—world-champion snivelers’. Well, one less ‘sniveller’, Doctor Dalrymple, now you’re temporarily absent from the country. One accusation you could never level at Dalrymple is that he is afflicted with an excess of patriotism.