"M.O.A.I." Trying to Share the Joke in Twelfth Night ... - Connotations

"M.O.A.I." Trying to Share the Joke in Twelfth Night ... - Connotations "M.O.A.I." Trying to Share the Joke in Twelfth Night ... - Connotations

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"M.O.A.!." 79 Thirdly, in Shakespeare's own days self-love was nothing less than an obsolete kind of error. Montaigne described a Malvolio-like man when he wanted to expose the wrongness of human self-adoration. 5 When, only a little later, it comes to the "grounds of faith" of Roman Catholic reformers like Fran

80 INGE LEIMBERG is only another name for unchastity, it leads to intellectual blindness,9 and, therefore, brings about the loss of man's likeness to God, which was God's very purpose in the creation of man. In Twelfth Night 2.5 Shakespeare is mainly concerned with intellectual blindness, whilst the unchastity of self-love comes to the fore even more clearly in Twelfth Night 3.4. Man's likeness to God, being the acme of the whole thematic complex, is always involved. If, in Twelfth Night, Shakespeare branded self-love as the sickness and the sin of Malvolio, he went even further in Sonnet 62,10 where the speaker himself is a victim of amor sui. But, by contrast with Twelfth Night, in the sonnet the ego possessed by self-love is never quite bereft of self-knowledge. In the octave the speaker confesses to his guilt: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth of such account, And for myself my own worth do define, As I all other in all worths surmount. In the sestet, after the peripeteia-like volta, he describes his bitter awakening to reality: But when my glass shows me myself indeed, Beated and chopped with tanned antiquity, Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; Self so self-loving were iniquity. Then comes the final couplet extolling the transformation of self-love and self-praise into real love and real praise, which is only another name for poetry: 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days. The autobiographical parallel in the sonnet, which goes as far as we shall ever come towards autobiography in Shakespeare, makes Malvolio's tragi-comic catharsis poignantly clear to any spectator and

80<br />

INGE LEIMBERG<br />

is only ano<strong>the</strong>r name for unchastity, it leads <strong>to</strong> <strong>in</strong>tellectual bl<strong>in</strong>dness,9<br />

and, <strong>the</strong>refore, br<strong>in</strong>gs about <strong>the</strong> loss of man's likeness <strong>to</strong> God, which<br />

was God's very purpose <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> creation of man. In <strong>Twelfth</strong> <strong>Night</strong> 2.5<br />

Shakespeare is ma<strong>in</strong>ly concerned with <strong>in</strong>tellectual bl<strong>in</strong>dness, whilst<br />

<strong>the</strong> unchastity of self-love comes <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> fore even more clearly <strong>in</strong><br />

<strong>Twelfth</strong> <strong>Night</strong> 3.4. Man's likeness <strong>to</strong> God, be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> acme of <strong>the</strong> whole<br />

<strong>the</strong>matic complex, is always <strong>in</strong>volved.<br />

If, <strong>in</strong> <strong>Twelfth</strong> <strong>Night</strong>, Shakespeare branded self-love as <strong>the</strong> sickness<br />

and <strong>the</strong> s<strong>in</strong> of Malvolio, he went even fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> Sonnet 62,10 where<br />

<strong>the</strong> speaker himself is a victim of amor sui. But, by contrast with<br />

<strong>Twelfth</strong> <strong>Night</strong>, <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sonnet <strong>the</strong> ego possessed by self-love is never<br />

quite bereft of self-knowledge. In <strong>the</strong> octave <strong>the</strong> speaker confesses<br />

<strong>to</strong> his guilt:<br />

S<strong>in</strong> of self-love possesseth all m<strong>in</strong>e eye,<br />

And all my soul, and all my every part;<br />

And for this s<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>re is no remedy,<br />

It is so grounded <strong>in</strong>ward <strong>in</strong> my heart.<br />

Meth<strong>in</strong>ks no face so gracious is as m<strong>in</strong>e,<br />

No shape so true, no truth of such account,<br />

And for myself my own worth do def<strong>in</strong>e,<br />

As I all o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> all worths surmount.<br />

In <strong>the</strong> sestet, after <strong>the</strong> peripeteia-like volta, he describes his bitter<br />

awaken<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> reality:<br />

But when my glass shows me myself <strong>in</strong>deed,<br />

Beated and chopped with tanned antiquity,<br />

M<strong>in</strong>e own self-love quite contrary I read;<br />

Self so self-lov<strong>in</strong>g were <strong>in</strong>iquity.<br />

Then comes <strong>the</strong> f<strong>in</strong>al couplet ex<strong>to</strong>ll<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> transformation of self-love<br />

and self-praise <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> real love and real praise, which is only ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />

name for poetry:<br />

'Tis <strong>the</strong>e, myself, that for myself I praise,<br />

Pa<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g my age with beauty of thy days.<br />

The au<strong>to</strong>biographical parallel <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sonnet, which goes as far as<br />

we shall ever come <strong>to</strong>wards au<strong>to</strong>biography <strong>in</strong> Shakespeare, makes<br />

Malvolio's tragi-comic catharsis poignantly clear <strong>to</strong> any specta<strong>to</strong>r and

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