sartor resartus-第26章
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ro； there are； if for the longing heart little substance； yet for the seeing eye sights enough in these so boundless Travels of his； granting that the Satanic School was even partially kept down； what an incredible knowledge of our Planet； and its Inhabitants and their Works； that is to say； of all knowable things； might not Teufelsdrockh acquire！
〃I have read in most Public Libraries；〃 says he； 〃including those of Constantinople and Samarcand： in most Colleges； except the Chinese Mandarin ones； I have studied； or seen that there was no studying。 Unknown Languages have I oftenest gathered from their natural repertory； the Air； by my organ of Hearing； Statistics； Geographics； Topographics came； through the Eye； almost of their own accord。 The ways of Man； how he seeks food； and warmth； and protection for himself； in most regions； are ocularly known to me。 Like the great Hadrian； I meted out much of the terraqueous Globe with a pair of Compasses that belonged to myself only。
〃Of great Scenes why speak？ Three summer days； I lingered reflecting； and even composing （_dichtete_）； by the Pine…chasms of Vaucluse； and in that clear Lakelet moistened my bread。 I have sat under the Palm…trees of Tadmor； smoked a pipe among the ruins of Babylon。 The great Wall of China I have seen； and can testify that it is of gray brick； coped and covered with granite； and shows only second…rate masonry。Great Events； also； have not I witnessed？ Kings sweated down （_ausgemergelt_） into Berlin…and…Milan Customhouse…Officers； the World well won； and the World well lost； oftener than once a hundred thousand individuals shot （by each other） in one day。 All kindreds and peoples and nations dashed together； and shifted and shovelled into heaps； that they might ferment there； and in time unite。 The birth…pangs of Democracy； wherewith convulsed Europe was groaning in cries that reached Heaven； could not escape me。
〃For great Men I have ever had the warmest predilection； and can perhaps boast that few such in this era have wholly escaped me。 Great Men are the inspired （speaking and acting） Texts of that divine BOOK OF REVELATIONS； whereof a Chapter is completed from epoch to epoch； and by some named HISTORY； to which inspired Texts your numerous talented men； and your innumerable untalented men； are the better or worse exegetic Commentaries； and wagon…load of too…stupid； heretical or orthodox； weekly Sermons。 For my study； the inspired Texts themselves！ Thus did not I； in very early days； having disguised me as tavern…waiter； stand behind the field…chairs； under that shady Tree at Treisnitz by the Jena Highway； waiting upon the great Schiller and greater Goethe； and hearing what I have not forgotten。 For〃
But at this point the Editor recalls his principle of caution； some time ago laid down； and must suppress much。 Let not the sacredness of Laurelled； still more； of Crowned Heads； be tampered with。 Should we； at a future day； find circumstances altered； and the time come for Publication； then may these glimpses into the privacy of the Illustrious be conceded； which for the present were little better than treacherous； perhaps traitorous Eavesdroppings。 Of Lord Byron； therefore； of Pope Pius； Emperor Tarakwang； and the 〃White Water…roses〃 （Chinese Carbonari） with their mysteries； no notice here！ Of Napoleon himself we shall only； glancing from afar； remark that Teufelsdrockh's relation to him seems to have been of very varied character。 At first we find our poor Professor on the point of being shot as a spy； then taken into private conversation； even pinched on the ear； yet presented with no money； at last indignantly dismissed； almost thrown out of doors； as an 〃Ideologist。〃 〃He himself；〃 says the Professor； 〃was among the completest Ideologists； at least Ideopraxists： in the Idea （_in der Idee_） he lived； moved and fought。 The man was a Divine Missionary； though unconscious of it； and preached； through the cannon's throat； that great doctrine； _La carriere ouverte aux talens_ （The Tools to him that can handle them）； which is our ultimate Political Evangel； wherein alone can liberty lie。 Madly enough he preached； it is true； as Enthusiasts and first Missionaries are wont； with imperfect utterance； amid much frothy rant； yet as articulately perhaps as the case admitted。 Or call him； if you will； an American Backwoodsman； who had to fell unpenetrated forests； and battle with innumerable wolves； and did not entirely forbear strong liquor； rioting； and even theft； whom； notwithstanding； the peaceful Sower will follow； and； as he cuts the boundless harvest； bless。〃
More legitimate and decisively authentic is Teufelsdrockh's appearance and emergence （we know not well whence） in the solitude of the North Cape； on that June Midnight。 He has a 〃light…blue Spanish cloak〃 hanging round him； as his 〃most commodious； principal； indeed sole upper…garment；〃 and stands there； on the World…promontory； looking over the infinite Brine； like a little blue Belfry （as we figure）； now motionless indeed； yet ready； if stirred； to ring quaintest changes。
〃Silence as of death；〃 writes he； 〃for Midnight； even in the Arctic latitudes； has its character： nothing but the granite cliffs ruddy…tinged； the peaceable gurgle of that slow…heaving Polar Ocean； over which in the utmost North the great Sun hangs low and lazy； as if he too were slumbering。 Yet is his cloud…couch wrought of crimson and cloth…of…gold； yet does his light stream over the mirror of waters； like a tremulous fire…pillar； shooting downwards to the abyss； and hide itself under my feet。 In such moments； Solitude also is invaluable； for who would speak； or be looked on； when behind him lies all Europe and Africa； fast asleep； except the watchmen； and before him the silent Immensity； and Palace of the Eternal； whereof our Sun is but a porch…lamp？
〃Nevertheless； in this solemn moment comes a man； or monster； scrambling from among the rock…hollows； and； shaggy； huge as the Hyperborean Bear； hails me in Russian speech： most probably； therefore； a Russian Smuggler。 With courteous brevity； I signify my indifference to contraband trade； my humane intentions； yet strong wish to be private。 In vain： the monster； counting doubtless on his superior stature； and minded to make sport for himself； or perhaps profit； were it with murder； continues to advance； ever assailing me with his importunate train…oil breath； and now has advanced； till we stand both on the verge of the rock； the deep Sea rippling greedily down below。 What argument will avail？ On the thick Hyperborean； cherubic reasoning； seraphic eloquence were lost。 Prepared for such extremity； I； deftly enough； whisk aside one step； draw out； from my interior reservoirs； a sufficient Birmingham Horse…pistol； and say； 'Be so obliging as retire； Friend （_Er ziehe sich zuruck； Freund_）； and with promptitude！' This logic even the Hyperborean understands： fast enough； with apologetic； petitionary growl； he sidles off； and； except for suicidal as well as homicidal purposes； need not return。
〃Such I hold to be the genuine use of Gunpowder： that it makes all men alike tall。 Nay； if thou be cooler； cleverer than I； if thou have more _Mind_； though all but no _Body_ whatever； then canst thou kill me first； and art the taller。 Hereby； at last； is the Goliath powerless； and the David resistless； savage Animalism is nothing； inventive Spiritualism is all。
〃With respect to Duels； indeed； I have my own ideas。 Few things； in this so surprising world； strike me with more surprise。 Two little visual Spectra of men； hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the midst of the UNFATHOMABLE； and to dissolve therein； at any rate； very soon；make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder； whirl round； and； simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism； explode one another into Dissolution； and off…hand become Air； and Non…extant！ Deuce on it （_verdammt_）； the little spitfires！Nay； I think with old Hugo von Trimberg： 'God must needs laugh outright； could such a thing be； to see his wondrous Manikins here below。'〃
But amid these specialties； let us not forget the great generality； which is our chief quest here： How prospered the inner man of Teufelsdrockh； under so much outward shifting！ Does Legion still lurk in him； though repressed； or has he exorcised that Devil's Brood？ We can answer that the symptoms continue promising。 Experience is the grand spiritual Doctor； and with him Teufelsdrockh has now been long a patient； swallowing many a bitter bolus。 Unless our poor Friend belong to the numerous class of Incurables； which seems not likely； some cure will doubtless be effected。 We should rather say that Legion； or the Satanic School； was now pretty well extirpated and cast out； but next to nothing introduced in its room； whereby the heart remains； for the while； in a quiet but no comfortable state。
〃At length； after so much roasting；〃 thus writes our Autobiographer； 〃I was what you might name calcined。 Pray only that it be not rather； as is the more frequent issue； reduced to a _caput…mortuum_！ But in any case； by mere dint of practice； I had grown familiar with many things。 Wretchedness was still wretched； but I could now partly see through it； and despise it。 Which highest mortal； in this inane Existence； had I not found a Shadow…hunter； or Shadow…hunted； and； when I looked through his brave garnitures； miserable enough？ Thy wishes have all been sniffed aside； thought I： but what； had they even been all granted！ Did not the Boy Alexander weep because he had not two Planets to conquer； or a whole Solar System； or after that； a whole Universe？ _Ach Gott_； when I gazed into these Stars； have they not looked down on me as if with pity； from their serene spaces； like Eyes glistening with heavenly tears over the little lot of man！ Thousands of human generations； all as noisy as our own； have been swallowed up of Time； and there remains no wreck of them any more； and Arcturus and Orion and Sirius and the Pleiades are still shining in their courses； clear and young； as when the Shepherd first noted them in the plain of Shinar。 Pshaw！ what is this paltry little Dog…cage of an Earth； what art thou that sittest whining there？ Thou art still Nothing； Nobody： true； but who； then； is Something； Somebody？ For thee the Family of Man has no use； it rejects thee； thou art wholly as a dissevered limb： so be it； perhaps it is better so！〃
Too…heavy…laden Teufelsdrockh！ Yet surely his bands are loosening； one day he will hurl the burden far from him； and bound forth free and with a second youth。
〃This；〃 says our Professor； 〃was the CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE I had now reached； through which whoso travels from the Negative Pole to the Positive must necessarily pass。〃
CHAPTER IX。 THE EVERLASTING YEA。
〃Temptations in the Wilderness！ 〃 exclaims Teufelsdrockh； 〃Have we not all to be tried with such？ Not so easily can the old Adam； lodged in us by birth； be dispossessed。 Our Life is compassed round with Necessity； yet is the meaning of Life itself no other than Freedom； than Voluntary Force： thus have we a warfare； in the beginning； especially； a hard…fought battle。 For the God…given mandate； _Work thou in Well…doing_； lies mysteriously written； in Prometh
