"To the truly benevolent mind, indeed, nothing is more satisfactory than to hear of a miser denying himself the necessaries of life a little too far and ridding us of his presence altogether"
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Benevolence is supposed to be soft-edged; James Payn makes it razor-sharp. The line masquerades as moral praise, then quietly reveals itself as a wish for the miser to starve to death. That inversion is the engine: “the truly benevolent mind” becomes a mask for cruelty that feels socially licensed, even virtuous. Payn isn’t just mocking misers. He’s indicting the way respectable sentiment can be weaponized when the target is already coded as contemptible.
The sentence works because it performs hypocrisy in real time. “Indeed” and “nothing is more satisfactory” borrow the cadence of earnest ethical reflection, while “ridding us of his presence altogether” slips in the collective “us,” recruiting the reader into a tidy, communal relief. The miser’s sin isn’t violence; it’s refusal - hoarding, withholding, opting out of the circulatory system of spending and generosity that keeps a community feeling like a community. Payn suggests that society’s patience with vice depends on whether it inconveniences others. Greed that stays private is still an affront because it denies the group its expected share: charity, patronage, even the simple pleasure of watching wealth circulate.
In late-Victorian fiction, the miser is a stock figure, a moral problem dressed as a personality type. Payn leans into that stereotype to expose a darker appetite underneath moralizing: the pleasure of imagining the “bad” person self-punishing so we don’t have to reckon with our own spite. Benevolence becomes a spectator sport, and death is framed as civic housekeeping.
The sentence works because it performs hypocrisy in real time. “Indeed” and “nothing is more satisfactory” borrow the cadence of earnest ethical reflection, while “ridding us of his presence altogether” slips in the collective “us,” recruiting the reader into a tidy, communal relief. The miser’s sin isn’t violence; it’s refusal - hoarding, withholding, opting out of the circulatory system of spending and generosity that keeps a community feeling like a community. Payn suggests that society’s patience with vice depends on whether it inconveniences others. Greed that stays private is still an affront because it denies the group its expected share: charity, patronage, even the simple pleasure of watching wealth circulate.
In late-Victorian fiction, the miser is a stock figure, a moral problem dressed as a personality type. Payn leans into that stereotype to expose a darker appetite underneath moralizing: the pleasure of imagining the “bad” person self-punishing so we don’t have to reckon with our own spite. Benevolence becomes a spectator sport, and death is framed as civic housekeeping.
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