I was thinking about the conversation in class today concerning Letter twenty-four of The Screwtape Letters.... where Screwtape tells Wormwood that the young woman's only real vice.
"It is an unobtrusive little vice which she shares with nearly all women who have grown up in an intelligent circle united by a clearly defined belief; and it consists in a quite untroubled assumption that the outsiders who do not share this belief are really too stupid and ridiculous"(113).
I feel that this vice isn't restricted to the social scene within the evangelical church. When I spoke of my tendency towards this same vice, I thought of it in reference to any circle of friends founded around common interests such as vintage appliances, shoe-gaze bands, and good books. 'Sort of an intelligista with its own particular set of terms and inside jokes that the rest of the world isn't privy to.
The sort of "boxed-in" security that Orange City was accused of today seemed (and I may be splitting hairs here) to be a different sort of failing entirely. For me, Lewis is addressing snobbery and pride rather than fear of the outside world and complacency with one's situation.