It is sort of gratifying to think that fully enjoying something for its own sake is frustrating to that devil Screwtape. In The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis, Screwtape chides his protegee, Wormwood, demon-in training:
And now for your blunders. You first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed. He read it because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his friends. In the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea– a walk taken alone through country he really likes. In other words, you allowed him two very positive pleasures… How can you have failed to see that real pleasure was the last thing you should have let him experience? Didn’t you foresee it would kill by contrast all the worthless nonsense you have been so laboriously teaching him to value? Didn’t you know that the kind of pleasure the book and the walk gave him was the most dangerous of all? Didn’t you realize it would peel off from his sensibility the kind of crust you have been forming on it…?
The man who truly enjoys anything for its own sake, without caring what other people say about it, is by that very fact protected against some of our most subtle methods of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people, food, or books he really likes in favor of the best people, the right food, the important books.
From High Desert Home blog entry