Your affectionate uncle,
"The great thing is to direct the malice to his immediate Neighbours whom he meets every day and to thrust his benevolence out to the remotest circumference to people he really does not know. The malice thus becomes wholly real and the benevolence largely imaginary... Think of your man as a series of concentric circles, his will being the innermost, is intellect coming next, and finally his fantasy. You can hardly hope, at once, to exclude from all 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." -C.S. Lewis, Screwtape Letters