the crime of sylvestre bonnard(西维斯特·博拉德的罪行)-第20章
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He was fatigued with active life； and he loved his fatigue。 Seated beside
the fire in his big arm…chair； he used to read from morning till night； and it
is from him that I inherit my love of books。 I have in my library a Mably
and a Raynal； which he annotated with his own hand from beginning to
end。 But it was utterly useless attempting to interest him in anything
practical whatever。 When my mother would try； by all kinds of gracious
little ruses； to lure him out of his retirement； he would simply shake his
head with that inexorable gentleness which is the force of weak characters。
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He used in this way greatly to worry the poor woman； who could not enter
at all into his own sphere of meditative wisdom； and could understand
nothing of life except its daily duties and the merry labour of each hour。
She thought him sick； and feared he was going to become still more so。
But his apathy had a different cause。
〃My father； entering the Naval office under Monsieur Decres； in 1801；
gave early proof of high administrative talent。 There was a great deal of
activity in the marine department in those times； and in 1805 my father
was appointed chief of the Second Administrative Division。 That same
year； the Emperor； whose attention had been called to him by the Minister；
ordered him to make a report upon the organisation of the English navy。
This work； which reflected a profoundly liberal and philosophic spirit； of
which the editor himself was unconscious； was only finished in 1807
about eighteen months after the defeat of Admiral Villeneuve at Trafalgar。
Napoleon； who； from that disastrous day； never wanted to hear the word
ship mentioned in his presence； angrily glanced over a few pages of the
memoir； and then threw it in the fire； vociferating； 'Words！words！ I said
once before that I hated ideologists。' My father was told afterwards that the
Emperor's anger was so intense at the moment that he stamped the
manuscript down into the fire with his boot… heels。 At all events； it was his
habit； when very much irritated； to poke down the fire with his boot…soles。
My father never fully recovered from this disgrace； and the fruitlessness of
all his efforts towards reform was certainly the cause of the apathy which
came upon him at a later day。 Nevertheless； Napoleon； after his return
from Elba； sent for him； and ordered him to prepare some liberal and
patriotic bulletins and proclamations for the fleet。 After Waterloo； my
father； whom the event had rather saddened than surprised； retired into
private life； and was not interfered with except that it was generally
averred of him that he was a Jacobin； a buveur…de…sangone of those men
with whom no one could afford to be on intimate terms。 My mother's
eldest brother； Victor Maldent； and infantry captainretired on half…pay in
1814； and disbanded in 1815aggravated by his bad attitude the situation
in which the fall of the Empire had placed my father。 Captain Victor used
to shout in the cafes and the public balls that the Bourbons had sold France
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to the Cossacks。 He used to show everybody a tricoloured cockade hidden
in the lining of his hat； and carried with much ostentation a walking…stick；
the handle of which had been so carved that the shadow thrown by it made
the silhouette of the Emperor。
〃Unless you have seen certain lithographs by Charlet； Madame； you
could form no idea of the physiognomy of my Uncle Victor； when he used
to stride about the garden of the Tuileries with a fiercely elegant manner of
his ownbuttoned up in his frogged coat； with his cross…of…honour upon
his breast； and a bouquet of violets in his button…hole。
〃Idleness and intemperance greatly intensified the vulgar recklessness
of his political passions。 He used to insult people whom he happened to
see reading the 'Quotidienne；' or the 'Drapeau Blanc；' and compel them to
fight with him。 In this way he had the pain and the shame of wounding a
boy of sixteen in a duel。 In short； my Uncle Victor was the very reverse of
a well…behaved person； and as he came to lunch and dine at our house
every blessed day in the year； his bad reputation became attached to our
family。 My poor father suffered cruelly from some of his guest's pranks；
but being very good…natured； he never made any remarks； and continued
to give the freedom of his house to the captain； who only despised him for
it。
〃All this which I have told you； Madame； was explained to me
afterwards。 But at the time in question； my uncle the captain filled me with
the very enthusiasm of admiration； and I promised myself to try to become
some day as like him as possible。 So one fine morning； in order to begin
the likeness； I put my arms akimbo； and swore like a trooper。 My excellent
mother at once gave me such a box on the ear that I remained half
stupefied for some little while before I could even burst out crying。 I can
still see the old arm…chair； covered with yellow Utrecht velvet； behind
which I wept innumerable tears that day。
〃I was a very little fellow then。 One morning my father； lifting me
upon his knees； as he was in the habit of doing； smiled at me with that
slightly ironical smile which gave a certain piquancy to his perpetual
gentleness of manner。 As I sat on his knee； playing with his long white hair；
he told me something which I did not understand very well； but which
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interested me very much； for the simple reason that it was mysterious to
me。 I think but am not quite sure； that he related to me that morning the
story of the little King of Yvetot； according to the song。 All of a sudden we
heard a great report； and the windows rattled。 My father slipped me down
gently on the floor at his feet； he threw up his trembling arms； with a
strange gesture； his face became all inert and white； and his eyes seemed
enormous。 He tried to speak； but his teeth were chattering。 At last he
murmured； 'They have shot him！' I did not know what he meant； and felt
only a vague terror。 I knew afterwards； however； that hew was speaking of
Marshal Ney； who fell on the 7th of December； 1815； under the wall
enclosing some waste ground beside our house。
〃About that time I used often to meet on the stairway an old man （or；
perhaps； not exactly an old man） with little black eyes which flashed with
extraordinary vivacity； and an impassive； swarthy face。 He did not seem to
me aliveor at least he did not seem to me alive in the same way that other
men are alive。 I had once seen； at the residence of Monsieur Denon； where
my father had taken me with him on a visit； a mummy brought from Egypt；
and I believed in good faith that Monsieur Denon's mummy used to get up
when no one was looking； leave its gilded case； put on a brown coat and
powdered wig； and become transformed into Monsieur de Lessay。 And
even to…day； dear Madame； while I reject that opinion as being without
foundation； I must confess that Monsier de Lessay bore a very strong
resemblance to Monsieur Denon's mummy。 The fact is enough to explain
why this person inspired me with fantastic terror。
〃In reality； Monsieur de Lessay was a small gentleman and a great
philosopher。 As a disciple of Mably and Rousseau； he flattered himself on
being a man without any prejudices； and this pretension itself is a very
great prejudice。
〃He professed to hate fanaticism； yet was himself a fanatic on the topic
of toleration。 I am telling you； Madame； about a character belonging to an
age that is past。 I fear I may not be able to make you understand； and I am
sure I shall not be able to interest you。 It was so long ago！ But I will
abridge as much as possible： besides； I did not promise you anything
interesting； and you could not have expected to hear of remarkable
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adventures in the life of Sylvestre Bonnard。〃
Madame de Gabry encouraged me to proceed； and I resumed：
〃Monsieur de Lessay was brusque with men and courteous to ladies。
He used to kiss the hand of my mother； whom the customs of the Republic
and the Empire had not habituated to such gallantry。 In him； I touched the
age of Louis XVI。 Monsieur de Lessay was a geographer； and nobody； I
believe； ever showed more pride then he in occupying himself with the
face of the earth。 Under the Old Regime he had attempted philosophical
agriculture； and thus squandered his estates to the very last acre。 When he
had ceased to own one square foot of ground； he took possession of the
whole globe； and prepared an extraordinary number of maps； based upon
the narratives of travellers。 But as he had been mentally nourished with the
very marrow of the 〃Encyclopedie；〃 he was not satisfied with merely
parking off human beings within so many degrees； minutes； and seconds
of latitude and longitude。 he also occupied himself； alas！ with the question
of their happiness。 It is worthy of remark； Madame； that those who have
given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peoples have
made their neighbors very miserable。 Monsieur de Lessay； who was more
of a geometrician than D'Alembert； and more of a philosopher than Jean
Jacques； was also more of a royalist than Louis XVIII。 But his love for the
King was nothing to his hate for the Emperor。 He had joined the
conspiracy of Georges against the First Consul； but in the framing of the
indictment he was not included among the inculpated parties； having been
either ignored or despised； and this injury he never could forgive
