Cold colours for cold Pride, so in love with herself as to think she is superior enough to disdain the others reduced to dummies at her feet.
Haughty, scornful, distant, insolent face. Cold eyes. Everything around becomes a desert of loneliness.
The house is no longer a house with large windows, but a tower and fortress with small slits, where you can close yourself in, excluding yourself from the life of other men and from life itself.
Pride has a sad face, incapable of coming out of its ego and opening up to others, incapable of the humility "ov’è perfetta letizia" (where bliss is perfect), incapable of warmth, which is open-hearted relationship with other people. According to Bernardo di Chiaravalle, all the other sins of man derive from this, so you come across it in the lowest of the seven frames of Dante’s Purgatory, oppressed by the weight of heavy boulders which bend the sinners to the ground. It is the first of the seven S’s to be cancelled in order to ascend to the joy of Paradise.
Out of pride, Lucifer turned from Angel to Devil and precipitated into the Underworld. Adam and Eve were banished from Eden because of Pride. The tyrants of yesterday and of today, blinded by pride in their own riches and in their power, are the continual cause of injustice, destruction and death, on account of Pride. They have nothing but a wilderness of dummies around them: slaves mutilated in spirit, or rebels martyred in body.
