While Thomas Cromwell has to face many who oppose him, the character whom he crosses paths—and ideas—with most frequently is Thomas More, King Henry VIII’s Lord Chancellor. More’s uncompromising certainty in Catholic doctrine comes across as violent and deranged fanaticism. Cromwell, on the other hand, has a pragmatic and open attitude to ideas that are different from his own. In contrasting these two men, Mantel elevates open-mindedness over dogmatism and suggests that Cromwell’s receptive attitude is what helps him adapt to new situations and empathize with people who are different from him.
Cromwell’s open-mindedness is one of the attributes that sets him apart from More, who is very set in his ways. The first time in the novel that Cromwell thinks of More, he brings up this basic difference in their natures. Cromwell wonders why “everything [More] know[s], and everything [he’s] learned, [seems to] confirm” his old beliefs, while, in Cromwell’s case, his beliefs are “chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece then a piece more.” In other words, the more that Cromwell learns and experiences, the more he finds himself questioning his previously held ideas. For Cromwell, with the passing of time, “the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too.” Cromwell acknowledges that he is no longer sure about the validity of religious teachings, which turns into the biggest point of contention between these two characters. More is passionate about guarding traditional Catholic doctrine from any changes, while Cromwell questions its merit and is unopposed to declaring King Henry the head of a new church if that will be a solution to the problem at hand.
Empathy for people different from himself is also a key part of Cromwell’s rise. For instance, Cromwell’s wife Liz tells him one evening that if King Henry discards Queen Katherine to marry a younger woman, “all women everywhere in England” will be against it, especially women “who have a daughter but no son.” Later, Cromwell thinks about why Liz would bother thinking about these women, since she herself has a son. He thinks that it’s possibly “something women do: spend time imagining what it’s like to be each other,” and he decides that “One can learn from that.” Cromwell values Liz’s empathy and is shown to display similar empathy for people very unlike him. For instance, even when he hears of King Henry’s desire for Anne Boleyn, he doesn’t focus on the monarch’s willfulness or his demands that holy law be rewritten for him. Cromwell’s first thought is that it must be frustrating for the king to “[find] himself at every turn impeded,” since Henry is unable to do what he wants to do. Cromwell’s empathy makes him a good listener when people confide in him—even when those people are behaving in seemingly unreasonable ways.
In contrast to More who has spent his entire life among people like himself, Cromwell has traveled and experienced many life situations and careers. This broad experience comes across as a virtue, portraying him as a man of modern sensibility with an open outlook rather than a person who is convinced his way is the best. Cromwell begins life as a blacksmith’s son in Putney, England, but he ends up traveling around Europe after he runs away. He has a range of life experiences, from being a soldier fighting in abysmal conditions in France, to working among cloth traders in Antwerp, to working as a banker in Florence. As a result of his diverse experiences, Cromwell “is at home in courtroom or waterfront, bishop’s palace or inn yard. He can draft a contract, train a falcon, draw a map, stop a street fight, furnish a house and fix a jury.” A man of many talents, he remains open to the idea that he always has more to learn.
More, on the other hand, sounds one note—that of religious fundamentalism. His limited life experience is reflected in his limited imagination. He is furious when Catholic laws are broken, but he doesn’t seem to consider why or even if they might be worthy of his fury. For instance, More detests Tyndale, who has translated the New Testament into English, since the Catholic Church believes that the Bible was supposed to be written only in Latin. While Cromwell has a copy of Tyndale’s Bible and enjoys reading it in secret, which demonstrates his ability to think clearly for himself, More brands Tyndale a heretic and wants to imprison him—without even reading the book.
Mantel shows that fanaticism and unquestioning certainty like More’s can be dangerous since it can lead to death and violence. In order to maintain the doctrines of Catholicism, More has no qualms about outing people as heretics and burning them. In contrast, Cromwell has a deep antipathy to violence in the name of religion. As a boy, he witnessed an old Loller woman being burned for opposing Catholicism, and the gruesome image has stuck with him through the years. He remembers the two monks who led the woman to the stake, “parading like fat gray rats, crosses in their pink paws.” Another woman in the crowd is pleased that the Loller will pay and she screams in triumph, “in a shrill voice like a demon.” The hypocrisy and cruelty of that moment stick with Cromwell and he recalls that as a child, his “fear [was] too great” to oppose what had transpired. However, as an adult, he is no longer voiceless, and he often tries to talk More out of violence in the name of religion.
Cromwell’s open-mindedness makes him come across as a much more humane character than More, whose dogmatism makes him seem unthinking and cruel. Through this contrast, Mantel champions Cromwell’s empathy and open-mindedness and suggests that such qualities are the only way for humanity to avoid senseless violence.
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Dogmatism vs. Open-Mindedness Quotes in Wolf Hall
Thomas More says that the imperial troops, for their enjoyment, are roasting live babies on spits. Oh, he would! Says Thomas Cromwell. Listen, soldiers don’t do that. They’re too busy carrying away everything they can turn into ready money.
Under his clothes, it is well known, More wears a jerkin of horsehair. He beats himself with a scourge, of the type used by some religious orders. What lodges in his mind, Thomas Cromwell’s, is that somebody makes these instruments of daily torture. […]
We don’t have to invite pain in, he thinks. It’s waiting for us: sooner rather than later. Ask the virgins of Rome.
He thinks, also, that people ought to be found better jobs.
He stops to have a word with some of the benchers: how was this allowed to go forward? The Cardinal of York is a sick man, he may die, how will you and your students stand then before God? What sort of young men are you breeding here, who are so brave as to assail a great man who has fallen on evil times—whose favor, a few short weeks ago, they would have begged for?
The benchers follow him, apologizing; but their voices are lost in the roars of laughter that billow out from the hall. His young household are lingering, casting glances back. […]
Rafe touches his shoulder. Richard walks on his left, sticking close. “You don’t have to hold me up,” he says mildly. “I’m not like the cardinal.” He stops. He laughs. He says, “I suppose it was…”
“Yes, it was quite entertaining,” Richard says.
When the Loller was led out between the officers the people jeered and shouted. He saw that she was a grandmother, perhaps the oldest person he had ever seen. The officers were nearly carrying her. She had no cap or veil. Her hair seemed to be torn out of her head in patches. People behind him said, no doubt she did that herself, in desperation at her sin. Behind the Loller came two monks, parading like fat gray rats, crosses in their pink paws. The woman in the clean cap […] balled her two hands into fists and punched them in the air, and from the depth of her belly she let loose a scream, a halloo, in a shrill voice like a demon. The press of people took up the cry.
“The queen will be coming to visit her daughter soon. If you would simply greet her respectfully in the way you should greet your father’s wife—”
“—except she is his concubine—”
“—then your father would take you back to court, you would have everything you lack now, and the warmth and comfort of society. Listen to me, I intend this for your good. The queen does not expect your friendship, only an outward show. Bite your tongue and bob her a curtsy. It will be done in a heartbeat, and it will change everything. Make terms with her before her new child is born. If she has a son, she will have no reason afterward to conciliate you.”
“She is frightened of me,” Mary says, “and she will still be frightened, even if she has a son.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” he says. “A lie is no less a lie because it is a thousand years old. Your undivided church has liked nothing better than persecuting its own members, burning them and hacking them apart when they stood by their own conscience, slashing their bellies open and feeding their guts to dogs. You call history to your aid, but what is history to you? It is a mirror that flatters Thomas More. But I have another mirror, I hold it up and it shows a vain and dangerous man, and when I turn it about it shows a killer, for you will drag down with you God knows how many, who will only have the suffering, and not your martyr’s gratification.”