Māna: Conceit
Measuring oneself against others is conceit's whole business, and "I am not like the rest of men" is that measuring laid bare. He needs extortionists and adulterers standing there inside his prayer, since without them there is nothing to be above, so the sins he abhors are the ones holding him up. The tax collector keeping his distance at the back of the temple is doing him a service, and he never notices.
Sīlabbataparāmāsa: Clinging to rules and observances
Rules gripped as though the keeping of them did the purifying. His prayer runs as a tally of things not done, extortion, injustice, adultery, and a clean tally feels to him like finished work, something he can present. A ledger with no debts on it still says nothing about whether the man ever gave anything away, and it is the ledger he carries up to the temple.
Anusaya: Underlying tendency
Defilement lying asleep below the level of deeds. He has kept his hands off other men's money and other men's wives, and that restraint counts for something, yet conceit has gone down out of sight and grown there while he was busy counting his abstentions. Cutting weeds at ground level leaves every root in the soil, ready for the next rain.
Sakkāyadiṭṭhi: Identity view
Taking one's conduct and thoughts as a solid self. Conceit ranks him above other men; below the ranking rests a quieter assumption, that a righteous man is standing here at all, assembled out of fasting, tithing, and a clean record. He holds the assembly up to God as something finished, when every piece of it was borrowed from what he did last week.
Papañca: Mental proliferation
Thought spinning outward, fed by craving, conceit, and views. He prays to himself, and the words circle back: each name added, extortionist, adulterer, tax collector, gives the thinking somewhere further to travel and drops it again in the same spot. God is addressed and never reached, because nothing in the prayer was aimed away from the man saying it.