Throughout his mortal life, Niggle struggles to align his true desires with his actions. While he often completes tasks for his neighbors and general errands (as demanded by the laws of his country), he resents the obligation to do so and would always rather be working on his painting. He is not hard-hearted, and in fact he cares about the people around him, but only enough to feel that he should help them—not enough that he is eager or happy to do so. One of the criticisms the First Voice makes of Niggle when deciding whether to move him to the “next stage” is that he complained about the tasks he was asked to carry out and treated them as “interruptions.” In turn, the First Voice essentially suggests that people should not only be judged on their actions, but also on the strength of their intentions—what matters, in this context, is whether they are genuinely willing to help others. However, the Second Voice proposes that Niggle made a reasonable effort to follow his country’s laws and that his virtue showed through in his lack of expectation for a reward. It’s implied, then, that virtue can be found in a person’s overall willingness to do the right thing, no matter how hard they find it or how reluctant they may be. This, the story seems to suggest, might be a more realistic expectation to hold people to, since it accounts for the fact that humans are often flawed but still ultimately capable of doing the right thing.
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Actions vs. Intentions Quotes in Leaf by Niggle
When Parish looked at Niggle’s garden (which was often) he saw mostly weeds; and when he looked at Niggle’s picture (which was seldom) he saw only green and grey patches and black lines, which seemed to him nonsensical. He did not mind mentioning the weeds (a neighbourly duty), but he refrained from giving any opinion of the pictures. He thought this was very kind, and he did not realise that, even if it was kind, it was not kind enough. Help with the weeds (and perhaps praise for the pictures) would have been better.
“What was the matter with him?” said a Second Voice, a voice that you might have called gentle, though it was not soft—it was a voice of authority, and sounded at once hopeful and sad. “What was the matter with Niggle? His heart was in the right place.”
“Yes, but it did not function properly,” said the First Voice.
“Could you tell me about Parish?” said Niggle. “I would like to see him again. I hope he is not very ill? Can you cure his leg? It used to give him a wretched time. And please don’t worry about him and me. He was a very good neighbour, and let me have excellent potatoes, very cheap, which saved me a lot of time.”
“Did he?” said the First Voice. “I am glad to hear it.”
There was another silence. Niggle heard the voices receding. “Well, I agree,” he heard the First Voice say in the distance. “Let him go on to the next stage. Tomorrow, if you like.”