sartor resartus-第21章
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dity。 How was it； then； that here； when trembling to the core of his heart； he did not sink into swoons； but rose into strength； into fearlessness and clearness？ It was his guiding Genius （_Damon_） that inspired him； he must go forth and meet his Destiny。 Show thyself now； whispered it； or be forever hid。 Thus sometimes it is even when your anxiety becomes transcendental； that the soul first feels herself able to transcend it； that she rises above it； in fiery victory； and borne on new…found wings of victory； moves so calmly； even because so rapidly； so irresistibly。 Always must the Wanderer remember； with a certain satisfaction and surprise； how in this case he sat not silent but struck adroitly into the stream of conversation； which thenceforth； to speak with an apparent not a real vanity； he may say that he continued to lead。 Surely； in those hours； a certain inspiration was imparted him； such inspiration as is still possible in our late era。 The self…secluded unfolds himself in noble thoughts； in free； glowing words； his soul is as one sea of light； the peculiar home of Truth and Intellect； wherein also Fantasy bodies forth form after form； radiant with all prismatic hues。〃
It appears； in this otherwise so happy meeting； there talked one 〃Philisitine；〃 who even now； to the general weariness； was dominantly pouring forth Philistinism （_Philistriositaten_。）； little witting what hero was here entering to demolish him！ We omit the series of Socratic； or rather Diogenic utterances； not unhappy in their way； whereby the monster； 〃persuaded into silence；〃 seems soon after to have withdrawn for the night。 〃Of which dialectic marauder；〃 writes our hero； 〃the discomfiture was visibly felt as a benefit by most： but what were all applauses to the glad smile； threatening every moment to become a laugh； wherewith Blumine herself repaid the victor？ He ventured to address her she answered with attention： nay what if there were a slight tremor in that silver voice； what if the red glow of evening were hiding a transient blush！
〃The conversation took a higher tone； one fine thought called forth another： it was one of those rare seasons； when the soul expands with full freedom； and man feels himself brought near to man。 Gayly in light； graceful abandonment； the friendly talk played round that circle； for the burden was rolled from every heart； the barriers of Ceremony； which are indeed the laws of polite living； had melted as into vapor； and the poor claims of _Me_ and _Thee_； no longer parted by rigid fences； now flowed softly into one another； and Life lay all harmonious； many…tinted； like some fair royal champaign； the sovereign and owner of which were Love only。 Such music springs from kind hearts； in a kind environment of place and time。 And yet as the light grew more aerial on the mountaintops； and the shadows fell longer over the valley； some faint tone of sadness may have breathed through the heart； and； in whispers more or less audible； reminded every one that as this bright day was drawing towards its close； so likewise must the Day of Man's Existence decline into dust and darkness； and with all its sick toilings； and joyful and mournful noises； sink in the still Eternity。
〃To our Friend the hours seemed moments； holy was he and happy： the words from those sweetest lips came over him like dew on thirsty grass； all better feelings in his soul seemed to whisper； It is good for us to be here。 At parting； the Blumine's hand was in his： in the balmy twilight； with the kind stars above them； he spoke something of meeting again； which was not contradicted； he pressed gently those small soft fingers； and it seemed as if they were not hastily； not angrily withdrawn。〃
Poor Teufelsdrockh！ it is clear to demonstration thou art smit： the Queen of Hearts would see a 〃man of genius〃 also sigh for her； and there； by art…magic； in that preternatural hour； has she bound and spell…bound thee。 〃Love is not altogether a Delirium；〃 says he elsewhere； 〃yet has it many points in common therewith。 I call it rather a discerning of the Infinite in the Finite； of the Idea made Real； which discerning again may be either true or false； either seraphic or demoniac； Inspiration or Insanity。 But in the former case too； as in common Madness； it is Fantasy that superadds itself to sight； on the so petty domain of the Actual plants its Archimedes…lever； whereby to move at will the infinite Spiritual。 Fantasy I might call the true Heaven…gate and Hell…gate of man： his sensuous life is but the small temporary stage （_Zeitbuhne_）； whereon thick…streaming influences from both these far yet near regions meet visibly； and act tragedy and melodrama。 Sense can support herself handsomely； in most countries； for some eighteenpence a day； but for Fantasy planets and solar…systems will not suffice。 Witness your Pyrrhus conquering the world； yet drinking no better red wine than he had before。〃 Alas！ witness also your Diogenes； flame…clad； scaling the upper Heaven； and verging towards Insanity； for prize of a 〃high…souled Brunette；〃 as if the Earth held but one and not several of these！
He says that； in Town； they met again： 〃day after day； like his heart's sun； the blooming Blumine shone on him。 Ah！ a little while ago； and he was yet in all darkness： him what Graceful （_Holde_） would ever love？ Disbelieving all things； the poor youth had never learned to believe in himself。 Withdrawn； in proud timidity； within his own fastnesses； solitary from men； yet baited by night…spectres enough； he saw himself； with a sad indignation； constrained to renounce the fairest hopes of existence。 And now； O now！ 'She looks on thee；' cried he： 'she the fairest； noblest； do not her dark eyes tell thee； thou art not despised？ The Heaven's…Messenger！ All Heaven's blessings be hers！' Thus did soft melodies flow through his heart； tones of an infinite gratitude； sweetest intimations that he also was a man； that for him also unutterable joys had been provided。
〃In free speech； earnest or gay； amid lambent glances； laughter； tears； and often with the inarticulate mystic speech of Music： such was the element they now lived in； in such a many…tinted； radiant Aurora； and by this fairest of Orient Light…bringers must our Friend be blandished； and the new Apocalypse of Nature enrolled to him。 Fairest Blumine！ And； even as a Star； all Fire and humid Softness； a very Light…ray incarnate！ Was there so much as a fault； a 'caprice；' he could have dispensed with？ Was she not to him in very deed a Morning…star； did not her presence bring with it airs from Heaven？ As from AEolian Harps in the breath of dawn； as from the Memnon's Statue struck by the rosy finger of Aurora； unearthly music was around him； and lapped him into untried balmy Rest。 Pale Doubt fled away to the distance； Life bloomed up with happiness and hope。 The past； then； was all a haggard dream； he had been in the Garden of Eden； then； and could not discern it！ But lo now！ the black walls of his prison melt away； the captive is alive； is free。 If he loved his Disenchantress？ _Ach Gott_！ His whole heart and soul and life were hers； but never had he named it Love： existence was all a Feeling； not yet shaped into a Thought。〃
Nevertheless； into a Thought； nay into an Action； it must be shaped； for neither Disenchanter nor Disenchantress； mere 〃Children of Time；〃 can abide by Feeling alone。 The Professor knows not； to this day； 〃how in her soft； fervid bosom the Lovely found determination； even on hest of Necessity； to cut asunder these so blissful bonds。〃 He even appears surprised at the 〃Duenna Cousin；〃 whoever she may have been； 〃in whose meagre hunger…bitten philosophy； the religion of young hearts was； from the first； faintly approved of。〃 We； even at such distance； can explain it without necromancy。 Let the Philosopher answer this one question： What figure； at that period； was a Mrs。 Teufelsdrockh likely to make in polished society？ Could she have driven so much as a brass…bound Gig； or even a simple iron…spring one？ Thou foolish 〃absolved Auscultator；〃 before whom lies no prospect of capital； will any yet known 〃religion of young hearts〃 keep the human kitchen warm？ Pshaw！ thy divine Blumine； when she 〃resigned herself to wed some richer；〃 shows more philosophy； though but 〃a woman of genius；〃 than thou； a pretended man。
Our readers have witnessed the origin of this Love…mania； and with what royal splendor it waxes； and rises。 Let no one ask us to unfold the glories of its dominant state； much less the horrors of its almost instantaneous dissolution。 How from such inorganic masses； henceforth madder than ever； as lie in these Bags； can even fragments of a living delineation be organized？ Besides； of what profit were it？ We view； with a lively pleasure； the gay silk Montgolfier start from the ground； and shoot upwards； cleaving the liquid deeps； till it dwindle to a luminous star： but what is there to look longer on； when once； by natural elasticity； or accident of fire； it has exploded？ A hapless air…navigator； plunging； amid torn parachutes； sand…bags； and confused wreck； fast enough into the jaws of the Devil！ Suffice it to know that Teufelsdrockh rose into the highest regions of the Empyrean； by a natural parabolic track； and returned thence in a quick perpendicular one。 For the rest； let any feeling reader； who has been unhappy enough to do the like； paint it out for himself： considering only that if he； for his perhaps comparatively insignificant mistress； underwent such agonies and frenzies； what must Teufelsdrockh's have been； with a fire…heart； and for a nonpareil Blumine！ We glance merely at the final scene：
〃One morning； he found his Morning…star all dimmed and dusky…red； the fair creature was silent； absent； she seemed to have been weeping。 Alas； no longer a Morning…star； but a troublous skyey Portent； announcing that the Doomsday had dawned！ She said； in a tremulous voice； They were to meet no more。〃 The thunder…struck Air…sailor is not wanting to himself in this dread hour： but what avails it？ We omit the passionate expostulations； entreaties； indignations； since all was vain； and not even an explanation was conceded him； and hasten to the catastrophe。 〃'Farewell； then； Madam！' said he； not without sternness； for his stung pride helped him。 She put her hand in his； she looked in his face； tears started to her eyes； in wild audacity he clasped her to his bosom； their lips were joined； their two souls； like two dew…drops； rushed into one；for the first time and for the last！〃 Thus was Teufelsdrockh made immortal by a kiss。 And then？ Why； then〃thick curtains of Night rushed over his soul； as rose the immeasurable Crash of Doom； and through the ruins as of a shivered Universe was he falling； falling； towards the Abyss。〃
CHAPTER VI。 SORROWS OF TEUFELSDROCKH。
We have long felt that； with a man like our Professor； matters must often be expected to take a course of their own； that in so multiplex； intricate a nature； there might be channels； both for admitting and emitting； such as the Psychologist had seldom noted； in short； that on no grand occasion and convulsion； neither in the joy…storm nor in the woe…storm could you predict his demeanor。
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