"In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself"
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Ten days is a long time to keep arguing with the devil, especially when you’re also keeping one eye on the audience. Southcott’s line reads like a spiritual diary entry, but it functions as something closer to a publicity mechanism: the drama of sustained contact, the tease of “too shocking to pen,” the narrator pushed to the brink. She doesn’t just report temptation; she stages it.
The most revealing move is the refusal to reproduce Satan’s “answer and blasphemy.” That omission isn’t modesty so much as control. By withholding the lurid details, she preserves her own purity while letting the reader’s imagination do the dirty work. It’s an early version of the content-warning economy: the promise of unspeakable material is itself a hook, and the claim that it can’t be written flatters the reader into believing they’re near something genuinely dangerous.
Then there’s the emotionally charged self-portrait: “worn out with rage and malice against him.” Southcott admits to malice, a risky word for someone presenting as holy, but it’s also proof-of-contact. The devil’s reality is measured by her exhaustion. The subtext is authority through ordeal: if she can’t “bear” herself, the struggle must be real; if the struggle is real, the messenger is chosen.
Context matters. In a Britain alive with prophetic enthusiasm and religious anxiety, Southcott’s celebrity depended on making private revelation feel immediate, serialized, and consequential. This isn’t calm theology; it’s spiritual cliffhanger writing, engineered to turn inner conflict into public proof.
The most revealing move is the refusal to reproduce Satan’s “answer and blasphemy.” That omission isn’t modesty so much as control. By withholding the lurid details, she preserves her own purity while letting the reader’s imagination do the dirty work. It’s an early version of the content-warning economy: the promise of unspeakable material is itself a hook, and the claim that it can’t be written flatters the reader into believing they’re near something genuinely dangerous.
Then there’s the emotionally charged self-portrait: “worn out with rage and malice against him.” Southcott admits to malice, a risky word for someone presenting as holy, but it’s also proof-of-contact. The devil’s reality is measured by her exhaustion. The subtext is authority through ordeal: if she can’t “bear” herself, the struggle must be real; if the struggle is real, the messenger is chosen.
Context matters. In a Britain alive with prophetic enthusiasm and religious anxiety, Southcott’s celebrity depended on making private revelation feel immediate, serialized, and consequential. This isn’t calm theology; it’s spiritual cliffhanger writing, engineered to turn inner conflict into public proof.
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| Topic | Anger |
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