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W hen the ego has brought the super-ego the sacrifice of an instinc
tual renunciation, it expects to be rewarded by receiving more love
from it. The consciousness of deserving love is felt by it as pride. At
the time when the authority had not yet been internalised as a
super-ego, there could be the same relation between the threat of
loss of love and the claims of instinct; there was a feeling of security
and satisfaction when one had achieved an instinctual renuncia
tion out of love for one's parents. But this happy feeling could only
assume the particular narcissistic character of pride after the
authority had itself become a portion of the ego. (1939, p. 117)
Above all, honour! Brutus has already warned us: 'I love the name of
honour more than I fear death' (Act I, III).
This explains this act of insanity, for any political debutant,17
which permits the most feared of his rivals, Mark Antony,18 to make
the funeral oration. This is also why, before joining battle, he makes
violent reproaches to the courageous Cassius, his ally, whom he
accuses of being what we would call today a war profiteer. And thus,
finally, his suicide, offered as supplementary evidence of his incor
ruptible virtue. His heroic cause, however, is not necessarily that of
the Republic, of the state, or of power.
Love also has its heroes of moral narcissism. The most beautiful of
them all is the analyst's patron saint, Don Quixote, particularly cher
ished by Freud. Let us recall the episode in which Quixote goes to the
Sierra Morena and wants to live there as a hermit. He strips himself of
his few possessions and begins to tear his clothing, to batter his body
and leap around madly, all of which astonishes Sancho Panza. When
the latter demands an explanation, the hildalgo of pure blood
explains to this com m on m an that he is only conforming to the rules
of the code of love as stipulated in the novels of chivalry. Quixote is
seeking the feat capable of perpetuating his name in the name of love,
a love which must not only be pure, with no sign of carnal desire, but
which must also totally dispossess him of his fortune. He must come
to this destitution of himself and of his individuality, by imitating
Amadis or Roland, to the point of madness - or at least an imitation
of'ft. 'But I have now to rend my garments, scatter my arms about,
and dash my head against these rocks; with other things of the like
sort which will strike you with admiration.' This he says to Sancho
Panza, who tries in vain to reason with him . 'Mad I am and mad I
must be', adds Quixote whose madness here is a sign of virtue. And of
Quixote's description of Dulcinea as the 'ever honoured lady', Sancho
sees only that 'she will pitch the bar with the lustiest swain in the
parish; straight and vigorous, and I warrant can make her part good
with any knight-errant that shall have her for his lady. Oh, what a
pair of lungs and a voice she has ... and the very best of her is, that
she is not at all coy, but as bold as a court-lady ... .' Certainly this is
not the way Quixote sees Dulcinea. One can say that here it cannot
be a matter of narcissism but rather of objectal love; it is for the object
of love that Quixote inflicts upon himself privations and cruelty. But
no, it is only a matter of the narcissistic projection of an idealised
image and it is not the least of the strokes of genius of Cervantes that
he ends his book with Quixote's repudiation: 'No more of that, I
beseech you', replied Don Quixote, 'all the use I shall make of these
follies at present is to heighten my repentance.'
Doubtless Quixote and Sancho Panza exist, as Marthe Robert has
said, 'only on paper'. But they live in us if not in themselves. In the
same way, is not Falstaff the absolutely and completely amoral narcis
sist, whose monologue on honour merits both our reprobation for its
coarseness and our admiration for its truth?19 We are caught between
an indispensable illusion and a no less indispensable truth.
All of these figures have been described by a philosopher. Have you
not recognised, again and again in these pages, Hegel and his 'beau
tiful soul'? Concerned about the order of the world, wanting to
change it but anxious for his virtue, he would like to knead the dough
with which man is made, while at the same time keeping his hands
clean. But let us beware of following Hegel's example; having immor
talised this beautiful soul with hispen, he could only conclude the
Phenomenology o f Mind with a triumph that could well have been that
of the beautiful soul.
We can feel, can we not, how close this beautiful soul of moral
conscience can come to the delusion of presumption, to this law of
the heart whose reference is paranoia? In any case, its narcissistic
character did not escape Hegel: 'Contemplation of itself is its objective
existence, and this objective element is the declaration of its knowing
and willing as something universal.' There is even its tie to the most
primary narcissism: 'Here, then, we see self-consciousness withdrawn
into its innermost being, for which all externality as such has
vanished - withdrawn into the intuition of the "ego" = "ego", in
which this "ego" is the whole of essentiality and existence.' The
consequence of this is 'absolute untruth, which collapses internally'.
Am I giving the impression of engaging in the denunciation of
virtue and the defence of vice? To do so would be to give in to a
fashion which today sees Sade as our saviour. I will content myself
with recalling the truth, pointed out by Freud, which makes an indis
soluble tie between sexuality and morality, the diversion of one
automatically bringing about the diversion of the other. Georges
Bataille, to whom tribute should be paid by psychoanalysts, has
profoundly understood this consubstantiality of erotism and the
sacred.
'I must earn your love', a patient said. To which we answered: 'Yes,
but what kind of love are you talking about?' She was obliged to
recognise, in spite of her vain and hopeless efforts, that Eros, that
black angel, for her had turned white. (Bataille 1957)
Conclusion
Several points have been left in suspense. First of all, it is necessary to
point out that the structure of moral narcissism here is far from being
rigid. It characterises certain patients by the predominance of its
features. No one is totally free of moral narcissism. One can also draw
attention to this structural particularity as a phase in the analysis of
certain patients. Moreover, though the cases I have described may
well have the outlines of this structure, they are not definitively tied
to it. They can evolve - experience has taught us this - and can attain
other positions. It is with satisfaction that we can observe favourable
evolutions in cases where they were no longer hoped for.
Let us also take another look at the ties between moral narcissism
and moral masochism. It is useful to distinguish them. Is not one a
camouflage for the other? Rather than considering their relationship
in terms of one covering or overlapping the other, I think that,
though their relationship is dialectical, a different series is nonethe
less involved. If, however, one had to admit their oneness, I would say
that the true masochism is moral narcissism, insofar as there exists in
the latter an attempt to reduce the tensions to the level zero - the
final aim of masochism insofar as its destiny is tied to the death
instinct and the Nirvana principle. To repeat: the connection with
suffering implies a relationship with the object - narcissism reduces
the subject to itself, toward the zero which is the subject.
Desexualisation is directed toward the libidinal and aggressive
drives, toward the object and toward the ego. The open range given
to the death drive is aiming for the annihilation of the subject consid
ered as the last fantasy. Here death and immortality converge.
In truth, extreme solutions are never encountered; all that one
establishes in clinical work, and particularly in the selectivity of
psychoanalytic practice, compared with psychiatric practice which is
broader, are orientations toward curves, moving to their asymptotic
limits. In this regard, the relations between shame and guilt are much
more complex than we have said. However, the destructive character
of shame is very important: guilt can be shared, shame cannot.
Nonetheless, ties are formed between shame and guilt: one can be
ashamed of one's guilt, one can feel guilty about one's shame. But the
analyst clearly distinguishes the levels of splitting when, faced by his
patient, he feels the extent to which guilt can be tied to its uncon
scious sources and how it can be partially surpassed when analysed.
Shame, by contrast, takes on an irreparable character. The transfor
mation of pleasure into unpleasure is a solution for guilt; for shame,
the only thing possible is the path of negative narcissism. A neutrali
sation of affects is at work, a deadly enterprise in which a labour of
Sisyphus is carried out. I love no one. I love only myself. I love myself.
I do not love. I do not. I. O. The progression is the same for hate: I
hate no one. I hate only myself. I hate myself. I do not hate. I do not.
I. O. This progression of propositions illustrates the evolution toward
the affirmation of the megalomaniacal T in the last stage before its
disappearance.