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"Deadly sins - Theatrical Dialogue"
by Mario Donizetti 


I Voice (Scholar) - I find the origin of our pride in this low opinion we have of sloth and our total disdain of common sins.

II Voice (Satyr) - You mean that the sin of pride consists in having a low opinion of the other sins.

I Voice - I mean that pride, too, like the other sins, is worthy of study and comprehension since its reason lies in its cause; it exists from necessity.

Only what one would like to be given by chance is unworthy of interest. Since chance, were chance ever to exist, does not have to exist. Chance has no need to exist. And therefore even the worst of the sins must be worthy of the world and of our consideration, otherwise pride can cultivate its field.

Pride judges from on high and for this reason everything seems insignificant. But what makes the other insignificant, is in itself insignificant.

II Voice - The proud person finds everything insignificant because of his insignificance.

Every day you see the idiot acting as a genius, of the poor in the shoes of the wealthy.

I Voice - Every day one receives a lesson in wisdom from the ignorant.

II Voice - In honesty from a thief.

I Voice - In elegance from an awkward person, in logic from an inconclusive person, in ethics from the man-in-the-street.

II Voice - You meant from a politician.

In art, from somebody who defecates in a box, seals it, puts a label on it in French because that is chic in the drawing rooms of the parasites. And then in the end he explains that everything is crap and his is the representative, or rather, artistic symbol of all the crap in the world. The bastard has been shrewd but pride plays an atrocious trick in the end. It makes you think you are learned to reduce you to ignorance.

The proud person digs his own grave believing he is going to put others in it.

And this grave is also physical, not only metaphorical. In fact, who has ever seen pride in a healthy ruddy face?

The proud person has a chilly even glacial face. The cold freezes him and makes him look like a corpse. He lives in the grave. A small grave worthy of the greatness of the pride laid out in it.

Only humility acquires greatness and ever more lowly is he who raises himself up.

Ever more lowly is he from the upright to the horizontal stature under the level of the road surface.

I Voice - Even so, without pride our identity would be in doubt.

Even the weakest living being may not die of fright before great strength, but only because over and above his acknowledgement of being weak he has certainty and dignity.

II Voice - He is overshadowed by the pride of being himself over and above the strength of others.

Even the smallest and weakest being goes to war without knowing that he will be crushed and at this point he is driven by pride.

So for everyone pride is the backbone of life and at the same time the scythe of death.

I Voice - In the cup of life the poison of pride is poured for everyone. And according to the amount given, causes unhappiness and loneliness.

II Voice - The proud person is always squeamish. The dishes of others always seem disgusting to him and so he eats himself as a delicacy and above all prefers his stools, as seen before, so in the end the bill is paid.