man and superman-第26节

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THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Because　I　feel　no　pain。

DON　JUAN。　Oh；　then　there　is　no　mistake：　you　are　intentionally
damned。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Why　do　you　say　that？

DON　JUAN。　Because　hell；　Senora；　is　a　place　for　the　wicked。　The
wicked　are　quite　comfortable　in　it：　it　was　made　for　them。　You
tell　me　you　feel　no　pain。　I　conclude　you　are　one　of　those　for
whom　Hell　exists。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Do　you　feel　no　pain？

DON　JUAN。　I　am　not　one　of　the　wicked；　Senora；　therefore　it　bores
me；　bores　me　beyond　description；　beyond　belief。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Not　one　of　the　wicked！　You　said　you　were　a
murderer。

DON　JUAN。　Only　a　duel。　I　ran　my　sword　through　an　old　man　who　was
trying　to　run　his　through　me。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　If　you　were　a　gentleman；　that　was　not　a　murder。

DON　JUAN。　The　old　man　called　it　murder；　because　he　was；　he　said；
defending　his　daughter's　honor。　By　this　he　meant　that　because　I
foolishly　fell　in　love　with　her　and　told　her　so；　she　screamed；
and　he　tried　to　assassinate　me　after　calling　me　insulting　names。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　You　were　like　all　men。　Libertines　and　murderers
all；　all；　all！

DON　JUAN。　And　yet　we　meet　here；　dear　lady。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Listen　to　me。　My　father　was　slain　by　just　such　a
wretch　as　you；　in　just　such　a　duel；　for　just　such　a　cause。　I
screamed：　it　was　my　duty。　My　father　drew　on　my　assailant：　his
honor　demanded　it。　He　fell：　that　was　the　reward　of　honor。　I　am
here：　in　hell；　you　tell　me　that　is　the　reward　of　duty。　Is　there
justice　in　heaven？

DON　JUAN。　No；　but　there　is　justice　in　hell：　heaven　is　far　above
such　idle　human　personalities。　You　will　be　welcome　in　hell；
Senora。　Hell　is　the　home　of　honor；　duty；　justice；　and　the　rest　of
the　seven　deadly　virtues。　All　the　wickedness　on　earth　is　done　in
their　name：　where　else　but　in　hell　should　they　have　their　reward？
Have　I　not　told　you　that　the　truly　damned　are　those　who　are　happy
in　hell？

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　And　are　you　happy　here？

DON　JUAN。　＇Springing　to　his　feet＇　No；　and　that　is　the　enigma　on
which　I　ponder　in　darkness。　Why　am　I　here？　I；　who　repudiated　all
duty；　trampled　honor　underfoot；　and　laughed　at　justice！

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Oh；　what　do　I　care　why　you　are　here？　Why　am　I
here？　I；　who　sacrificed　all　my　inclinations　to　womanly　virtue　and
propriety！

DON　JUAN。　Patience；　lady：　you　will　be　perfectly　happy　and　at　home
here。　As　with　the　poet；　〃Hell　is　a　city　much　like　Seville。〃

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Happy！　here！　where　I　am　nothing！　where　I　am
nobody！

DON　JUAN。　Not　at　all：　you　are　a　lady；　and　wherever　ladies　are　is
hell。　Do　not　be　surprised　or　terrified：　you　will　find　everything
here　that　a　lady　can　desire；　including　devils　who　will　serve　you
from　sheer　love　of　servitude；　and　magnify　your　importance　for　the
sake　of　dignifying　their　servicethe　best　of　servants。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　My　servants　will　be　devils。

DON　JUAN。　Have　you　ever　had　servants　who　were　not　devils？

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Never：　they　were　devils；　perfect　devils；　all　of
them。　But　that　is　only　a　manner　of　speaking。　I　thought　you　meant
that　my　servants　here　would　be　real　devils。

DON　JUAN。　No　more　real　devils　than　you　will　be　a　real　lady。
Nothing　is　real　here。　That　is　the　horror　of　damnation。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Oh；　this　is　all　madness。　This　is　worse　than　fire
and　the　worm。

DON　JUAN。　For　you；　perhaps；　there　are　consolations。　For　instance：
how　old　were　you　when　you　changed　from　time　to　eternity？

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Do　not　ask　me　how　old　I　was　as　if　I　were　a　thing
of　the　past。　I　am　77。

DON　JUAN。　A　ripe　age；　Senora。　But　in　hell　old　age　is　not
tolerated。　It　is　too　real。　Here　we　worship　Love　and　Beauty。　Our
souls　being　entirely　damned；　we　cultivate　our　hearts。　As　a　lady
of　77；　you　would　not　have　a　single　acquaintance　in　hell。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　How　can　I　help　my　age；　man？

DON　JUAN。　You　forget　that　you　have　left　your　age　behind　you　in
the　realm　of　time。　You　are　no　more　77　than　you　are　7　or　17　or　27。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Nonsense！

DON　JUAN。　Consider；　Senora：　was　not　this　true　even　when　you　lived
on　earth？　When　you　were　70；　were　you　really　older　underneath　your
wrinkles　and　your　grey　hams　than　when　you　were　30？

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　No；　younger：　at　30　I　was　a　fool。　But　of　what　use
is　it　to　feel　younger　and　look　older？

DON　JUAN。　You　see；　Senora；　the　look　was　only　an　illusion。　Your
wrinkles　lied；　just　as　the　plump　smooth　skin　of　many　a　stupid
girl　of　17；　with　heavy　spirits　and　decrepit　ideas；　lies　about　her
age？　Well；　here　we　have　no　bodies：　we　see　each　other　as　bodies
only　because　we　learnt　to　think　about　one　another　under　that
aspect　when　we　were　alive；　and　we　still　think　in　that　way；
knowing　no　other。　But　we　can　appear　to　one　another　at　what　age　we
choose。　You　have　but　to　will　any　of　your　old　looks　back；　and　back
they　will　come。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　It　cannot　be　true。

DON　JUAN。　Try。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　Seventeen！

DON　JUAN。　Stop。　Before　you　decide；　I　had　better　tell　you　that
these　things　are　a　matter　of　fashion。　Occasionally　we　have　a　rage
for　17；　but　it　does　not　last　long。　Just　at　present　the
fashionable　age　is　40or　say　37；　but　there　are　signs　of　a
change。　If　you　were　at　all　good…looking　at　27；　I　should　suggest
your　trying　that；　and　setting　a　new　fashion。

THE　OLD　WOMAN。　I　do　not　believe　a　word　you　are　saying。　However；
27　be　it。　＇Whisk！　the　old　woman　becomes　a　young　one；　and　so
handsome　that　in　the　radiance　into　which　her　dull　yellow　halo　has
suddenly　lightened　one　might　almost　mistake　her　for　Ann
Whitefield＇。

DON　JUAN。　Dona　Ana　de　Ulloa！

ANA。　What？　You　know　me！

DON　JUAN。　And　you　forget　me！

ANA。　I　cannot　see　your　face。　＇He　raises　his　hat＇。　Don　Juan
Tenorio！　Monster！　You　who　slew　my　father！　even　here　you　pursue
me。

DON　JUAN。　I　protest　I　do　not　pursue　you。　Allow　me　to　withdraw
＇going＇。

ANA。　＇reining　his　arm＇　You　shall　not　leave　me　alone　in　this
dreadful　place。

DON　JUAN。　Provided　my　staying　be　not　interpreted　as　pursuit。

ANA。　＇releasing　him＇　You　may　well　wonder　how　I　can　endure　your
presence。　My　dear；　dear　father！

DON　JUAN。　Would　you　like　to　see　him？

ANA。　My　father　HERE！！！

DON　JUAN。　No：　he　is　in　heaven。

ANA。　I　knew　it。　My　noble　father！　He　is　looking　down　on　us　now。
What　must　he　feel　to　see　his　daughter　in　this　place；　and　in
conversation　with　his　murderer！

DON　JUAN。　By　the　way；　if　we　should　meet　him

ANA。　How　can　we　meet　him？　He　is　in　heaven。

DON　JUAN。　He　condescends　to　look　in　upon　us　here　from　time　to
time。　Heaven　bores　him。　So　let　me　warn　you　that　if　you　meet　him
he　will　be　mortally　offended　if　you　speak　of　me　as　his　murderer！
He　maintains　that　he　was　a　much　better　swordsman　than　I；　and　that
if　his　foot　had　not　slipped　he　would　have　killed　me。　No　doubt　he
is　right：　I　was　not　a　good　fencer。　I　never　dispute　the　point；　so
we　are　excellent　friends。

ANA。　It　is　no　dishonor　to　a　soldier　to　be　proud　of　his　skill　in
arms。

DON　JUAN。　You　would　rather　not　meet　him；　probably。

ANA。　How　dare　you　say　that？

DON　JUAN。　Oh；　that　is　the　usual　feeling　here。　You　may　remember
that　on　earththough　of　course　we　never　confessed　itthe　death
of　anyone　we　knew；　even　those　we　liked　best；　was　always　mingled
with　a　certain　satisfaction　at　being　finally　done　with　them。

ANA。　Monster！　Never；　never。

DON　JUAN。　＇placidly＇　I　see　you　recognize　the　feeling。　Yes：　a
funeral　was　always　a　festivity　in　black；　especially　the　funeral
of　a　relative。　At　all　events；　family　ties　are　rarely　kept　up
here。　Your　father　is　quite　accustomed　to　this：　he　will　not　expect
any　devotion　from　you。

ANA。　Wretch：　I　wore　mourning　for　him　all　my　life。

DON　JUAN。　Yes：　it　became　you。　But　a　life　of　mourning　is　one
thing：　an　eternity　of　it　quite　another。　Besides；　here　you　are　as
dead　as　he。　Can　anything　be　more　ridiculous　than　one　dead　person
mourning　for　another？　Do　not　look　shocked；　my　dear　Ana；　and　do
not　be　alarmed：　there　is　plenty　of　humbug　in　hell　（indeed　there
is　hardly　anything　else）；　but　the　humbug　of　death　and　age　and
change　is　dropped　because　here　WE　are　all　dead　and　all　eternal。
You　will　pick　up　our　ways　soon。

ANA。　And　will　all　the　men　call　me　their　dear　Ana？

DON　JUAN。　No。　That　was　a　slip　of　the　tongue。　I　beg　your　pardon。

ANA。　＇almost　tenderly＇　Juan：　did　you　really　love　me　when　you
behaved　so　disgracefully　to　me？

DON　JUAN。　＇impatiently＇＇　Oh；　I　beg　you　not　to　begin　talking　about
love。　Here　they　talk　of　nothing　else　but　loveits　beauty；　its
holiness；　its　spirituality；　its　devil　knows　what！excuse　me；　but
it　does　so　bore　me。　They　don't　know　what　they're　talking　about。　I
do。　They　think　they　have　achieved　the　perfection　of　love　because
they　have　no　bodies。　Sheer　imaginative　debauchery！　Faugh！

ANA。　Has　even　death　failed　to　refine　your　soul；　Juan？　Has　the
terrible　judgment　of　which　my　father's　statue　was　the　minister
taught　you　no　reverence？

DON　JUAN。　How　is　that　very　flattering　statue；　by　the　way？　Does　it
still　come　to　supper　with　naughty　people　and　cast　them　into　this
bottomless　pit？

ANA。　It　has　been　a　great　expense　to　me。　The　boys　in　the　monastery
school　would　not　let　it　alone：　the　mischievous　ones　broke　it；　and
the　studious　ones　wrote　their　names　on　it。　Three　new　noses　in　two
years；　and　fingers　without　end。　I　had　to　leave　it　to　its　fate　at
last；　and　now　I　fear　it　is　shockingly　mutilated。　My　poor　father！

DON