The central conflict of That Hideous Strength is a divine one: Ransom and the followers of Logres represent the will of God (or Maleldil), while the N.I.C.E. is led by the Head and represents Earth’s evil. The demonic Macrobes oppose God’s plan and employ the N.I.C.E. to thwart it, and the members of the N.I.C.E. follow the Macrobes because they believe the Macrobes will assist their interests. However, the Macrobes do not care for their followers the way God cares for his. For instance, at the end of the novel, the Head demands sacrifices, prompting Deputy Director Wither, Reverend Straik, and Dr. Filostrato to turn on each other. Wither kills Straik and Filostrato for the Head, but the Head does not protect him when the bear Mr. Bultitude finds Wither with the Head and kills him. In contrast, God reaches out to save Jane’s soul when she is confused and reluctant to accept Christianity. He reveals his divine presence to her, providing her a religious awakening and bringing her comfort while directing her down a godly path. The novel portrays God as ultimately benevolent, but it shows how he sometimes extends his benevolence by destroying evil. He sanctifies Edgestow by directing the eldils (acting through Merlin) to destroy the University in an earthquake, and he gives Professor Frost the opportunity to save his soul by embracing God while his body burns in a fire. The Head promises his followers grand rewards, but his empty promises are no match for the reward God grants his followers: God’s love and protection. Faith in That Hideous Strength is not gentle; it takes the form of allying with God and vengeful angels in a war. For soldiers on the side of goodness, though, the novel suggests that God will provide not only tangible protection from the forces of evil, but also a path for the moral protection of their souls.
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Divine Conflict Quotes in That Hideous Strength
“How lovely it’s looking!” said Jane quite sincerely as she got out of the car. The Dimbles’ garden was famous.
“You’d better take a good look at it then,” said Dr. Dimble.
[…] “[P]oor dear, her husband is one of the villains of the piece. Anyway, I expect she knows.”
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” said Jane.
“Your own college is being so tiresome, dear. They’re turning us out. They won’t renew the lease.”
“Oh, Mrs. Dimble!” exclaimed Jane. “And I didn’t even know this was Bracton property.”
“There you are!” said Mrs. Dimble. “One half of the world doesn’t know how the other half lives. Here have I been imagining that you were using all your influence with Mr. Studdock to try to save us, whereas in reality––”
“Mark never talks to me about College business.”
“Good husbands never do,” said Dr. Dimble.
“Do you place yourself in the obedience,” said the Director, “in obedience to Maleldil?”
"Sir,” said Jane, “I know nothing of Maleldil. But I place myself in obedience to you.”
“It is enough for the present,” said the Director. “This is the courtesy of Deep Heaven: that when you mean well, He always takes you to have meant better than you knew. It will not be enough for always. He is very jealous. He will have you for no one but Himself in the end. But for tonight, it is enough.”
She did not doubt that the eldils existed; nor did she doubt the existence of this stronger and more obscure being whom they obeyed…whom the Director obeyed, and through him the whole household […]. If it had ever occurred to her to question whether all these things might be the reality behind what she had been taught at school as “religion,” she had put the thought aside. The things belonged, for her, to different worlds. On the one hand, terror of dreams, rapture of obedience, […] and the great struggle against an imminent danger; on the other, the smell of pews, horrible lithographs of the Saviour […]. But this time, if it was really to be death, the thought would not be put aside. […] Maleldil might be, quite simply and crudely, God. There might be a life after death: a Heaven: a Hell.
“Merlin is the reverse of Belbury. […] He is the last vestige of an old order in which matter and spirit were, from our modern point of view, confused. For him every operation on Nature is a kind of personal contact, like coaxing a child or stroking one’s horse. After him came the modern man to whom Nature is something dead––a machine to be worked, and taken to bits if it won’t work the way he pleases. Finally, come the Belbury people, who take over that view from the modern man unaltered and simply want to increase their power by tacking on to it the aid of spirits […]. In a sense, Merlin represents what we’ve got to get back to in some different way.”
He was himself, he felt, as helpless as the wooden Christ. As he thought this, he found himself looking at the crucifix in a new way––neither as a piece of wood nor a monument of superstition but as a bit of history. Christianity was nonsense, but one did not doubt that the man had lived and had been executed thus by the Belbury of those days. And that, as he suddenly saw, explained why this image, though not itself an image of the Straight or Normal, was yet in opposition to crooked Belbury. It was a picture of what happened when the Straight met the Crooked, a picture of what the Crooked did to the Straight––what it would do to him if he remained straight. It was, in a more emphatic sense than he had yet understood, a cross.
Therefore [Wither] knew that everything was lost. It is incredible how little this knowledge moved him. It could not, because he had long ceased to believe in knowledge itself. What had been in his far-off youth a merely aesthetic repugnance to realities that were crude or vulgar, had deepened and darkened, year after year, into a fixed refusal of everything that was in any degree other than himself. […] He had willed with his whole heart that there should be no reality and no truth, and now even the imminence of his own ruin could not wake him. The last scene of Dr. Faustus where the man raves and implores on the edge of Hell is, perhaps, stage fire. The last moments before damnation are not often so dramatic.