Think of your man as a series of concentric circles

[soso]

Screwtape offers a helpful image:

Think of your man /as a series of concentric circles,

his will /being the innermost, his intellect /coming next, and finally his fantasy. 

You can hardly hope, at once, [to exclude from all the circles everything //that smells of the Enemy]:

but you must keep on [shoving all the virtues outward /till they are finally located in the circle of fantasy,

and all the desirable qualities /inward /into the Will]. 

* to exclude /from all the circles [everything //that smells of the Enemy]:

* shoving [all the virtues outward /till they are finally located in the circle of fantasy],
and (shoving) all the desirable qualities /inward /into the Will]. 

It is only in /so far as they reach the Will

and are there /embodied in habits //that the virtues are really fatal to us. 

(I don’t, of course, mean [what the patient mistakes for his Will, the conscious fume and fret of resolutions and clenched teeth], 

but the real centre, what the Enemy calls the Heart.) 

[All sorts of virtues /painted in the fantasy or approved by the intellect or even, in some measure, loved and admired],

will not keep a man from Our Father’s house:

indeed they may make [him] [more amusing] /when he gets there.

From The Screwtape Letters
Compiled in A Year with C.S. Lewis