Altogether, in reading book ten of the\u00a0Confessions<\/i>, we find Augustine looking at his sins as if through the diminishing end of a telescope. They are disturbing precisely because they are so very small but so very tenacious. Confronted by sensuality and violence, ancient moralists and Christian preachers had tended to deploy an \u201caversion therapy\u201d based upon rhetorical exaggeration. They pulled out all the stops to denounce the shimmer of ornament, the drunken roar of the circus, the rippling bodies of dancers and wrestlers, the sight of beautiful women, and the languid seduction of perfumes. With Augustine, all this falls silent. The effect of the baleful glare of material beauty becomes no more than noting in himself a touch of sadness when he was deprived for too long of the African sun: \u201cThe queen of colors herself, this ordinary light, saturates everything we see\u2026and sweet-talks me with the myriad ways she falls on things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even the noisiest, the most colossal place of all, and the place of greatest cruelty\u2014the Roman amphitheater\u2014seems to shrink drastically. Augustine knew only too well what a gladiatorial show was like. He described his friend Alypius in Rome \u201cguzzl[ing]\u2026cruelty\u201d as he watched the gladiatorial games. But had the cruel urge to watch gone away? No. No longer does Augustine follow the\u00a0venationes<\/i>, the matador-like combats of skilled huntsmen armed with pikes and nets against lithe and savage beasts that had replaced gladiatorial shows all over Africa:<\/p>\n [But] what about the frequent times when I\u2019m sitting at home, and a lizard catching flies, or a spider entwining in her net the flies falling into it, engrosses me? Just because these are\u00a0tiny<\/i>\u00a0animals doesn\u2019t mean that the same predation isn\u2019t going on within me, does it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n For Augustine, this is no idle lapse of attention. It is a realization of continued urges that is as disturbing as the thin voice of a ghost in a lonely room: \u201cYou see, I am still here.\u201d<\/p>\n But despite the eerie hiss of sin, Augustine also remembers that he had tasted a little of the sweetness of God:<\/p>\n And sometimes you allow me to enter into an emotion deep inside that\u2019s most unusual, to the point of a mysterious sweetness, and if this is made whole in me, it will be something this life can\u2019t ever be.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n