the magic skin-第35节

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everywhere。　It　is　twelve　o'clock。　Allow　me　to　go　to　bed。'



〃　'And　in　two　hours'　time　you　will　cry　to　yourself；　AH；　MON　DIEU！'



〃　'Like　the　day　before　yesterday！　Yes；'　she　said；　'I　was　thinking　of

my　stockbroker；　I　had　forgotten　to　tell　him　to　convert　my　five　per

cent　stock　into　threes；　and　the　three　per　cents　had　fallen　during　the

day。'



〃I　looked　at　her；　and　my　eyes　glittered　with　anger。　Sometimes　a　crime

may　be　a　whole　romance；　I　understood　that　just　then。　She　was　so

accustomed；　no　doubt；　to　the　most　impassioned　declarations　of　this

kind；　that　my　words　and　my　tears　were　forgotten　already。



〃　'Would　you　marry　a　peer　of　France？'　I　demanded　abruptly。



〃　'If　he　were　a　duke；　I　might。'



〃I　seized　my　hat　and　made　her　a　bow。



〃　'Permit　me　to　accompany　you　to　the　door；'　she　said；　cutting　irony　in

her　tones；　in　the　poise　of　her　head；　and　in　her　gesture。



〃　'Madame'



〃　'Monsieur？'



〃　'I　shall　never　see　you　again。'



〃　'I　hope　not；'　and　she　insolently　inclined　her　head。



〃　'You　wish　to　be　a　duchess？'　I　cried；　excited　by　a　sort　of　madness

that　her　insolence　roused　in　me。　'You　are　wild　for　honors　and　titles？

Well；　only　let　me　love　you；　bid　my　pen　write　and　my　voice　speak　for

you　alone；　be　the　inmost　soul　of　my　life；　my　guiding　star！　Then；　only

accept　me　for　your　husband　as　a　minister；　a　peer　of　France；　a　duke。　I

will　make　of　myself　whatever　you　would　have　me　be！'



〃　'You　made　good　use　of　the　time　you　spent　with　the　advocate；'　she

said　smiling。　'There　is　a　fervency　about　your　pleadings。'



〃　'The　present　is　yours；'　I　cried；　'but　the　future　is　mine！　I　only

lose　a　woman；　you　are　losing　a　name　and　a　family。　Time　is　big　with　my

revenge；　time　will　spoil　your　beauty；　and　yours　will　be　a　solitary

death；　and　glory　waits　for　me！'



〃　'Thanks　for　your　peroration！'　she　said；　repressing　a　yawn；　the　wish

that　she　might　never　see　me　again　was　expressed　in　her　whole　bearing。



〃That　remark　silenced　me。　I　flung　at　her　a　glance　full　of　hatred；　and

hurried　away。



〃Foedora　must　be　forgotten；　I　must　cure　myself　of　my　infatuation；　and

betake　myself　once　more　to　my　lonely　studies；　or　die。　So　I　set　myself

tremendous　tasks；　I　determined　to　complete　my　labors。　For　fifteen　days

I　never　left　my　garret；　spending　whole　nights　in　pallid　thought。　I

worked　with　difficulty；　and　by　fits　and　starts；　despite　my　courage　and

the　stimulation　of　despair。　The　music　had　fled。　I　could　not　exorcise

the　brilliant　mocking　image　of　Foedora。　Something　morbid　brooded　over

every　thought；　a　vague　longing　as　dreadful　as　remorse。　I　imitated　the

anchorites　of　the　Thebaid。　If　I　did　not　pray　as　they　did；　I　lived　a

life　in　the　desert　like　theirs；　hewing　out　my　ideas　as　they　were　wont

to　hew　their　rocks。　I　could　at　need　have　girdled　my　waist　with　spikes；

that　physical　suffering　might　quell　mental　anguish。



〃One　evening　Pauline　found　her　way　into　my　room。



〃　'You　are　killing　yourself；'　she　said　imploringly；　'you　should　go　out

and　see　your　friends'



〃　'Pauline；　you　were　a　true　prophet；　Foedora　is　killing　me；　I　want　to

die。　My　life　is　intolerable。'



〃　'Is　there　only　one　woman　in　the　world？'　she　asked；　smiling。　'Why

make　yourself　so　miserable　in　so　short　a　life？'



〃I　looked　at　Pauline　in　bewilderment。　She　left　me　before　I　noticed　her

departure；　the　sound　of　her　words　had　reached　me；　but　not　their　sense。

Very　soon　I　had　to　take　my　Memoirs　in　manuscript　to　my　literary…

contractor。　I　was　so　absorbed　by　my　passion；　that　I　could　not　remember

how　I　had　managed　to　live　without　money；　I　only　knew　that　the　four

hundred　and　fifty　francs　due　to　me　would　pay　my　debts。　So　I　went　to

receive　my　salary；　and　met　Rastignac；　who　thought　me　changed　and

thinner。



〃　'What　hospital　have　you　been　discharged　from？'　he　asked。



〃　'That　woman　is　killing　me；'　I　answered；　'I　can　neither　despise　her

nor　forget　her。'



〃　'You　had　much　better　kill　her；　then　perhaps　you　would　think　no　more

of　her；'　he　said；　laughing。



〃　'I　have　often　thought　of　it；'　I　replied；　'but　though　sometimes　the

thought　of　a　crime　revives　my　spirits；　of　violence　and　murder；　either

or　both；　I　am　really　incapable　of　carrying　out　the　design。　The

countess　is　an　admirable　monster　who　would　crave　for　pardon；　and　not

every　man　is　an　Othello。'



〃　'She　is　like　every　woman　who　is　beyond　our　reach；'　Rastignac

interrupted。



〃　'I　am　mad；'　I　cried；　'I　can　feel　the　madness　raging　at　times　in　my

brain。　My　ideas　are　like　shadows；　they　flit　before　me；　and　I　cannot

grasp　them。　Death　would　be　preferable　to　this　life；　and　I　have

carefully　considered　the　best　way　of　putting　an　end　to　the　struggle。　I

am　not　thinking　of　the　living　Foedora　in　the　Faubourg　Saint　Honore；

but　of　my　Foedora　here；'　and　I　tapped　my　forehead。　'What　to　you　say　to

opium？'



〃　'Pshaw！　horrid　agonies；'　said　Rastignac。



〃　'Or　charcoal　fumes？'



〃　'A　low　dodge。'



〃　'Or　the　Seine？'



〃　'The　drag…nets；　and　the　Morgue　too；　are　filthy。'



〃　'A　pistol…shot？'



〃　'And　if　you　miscalculate；　you　disfigure　yourself　for　life。　Listen　to

me；'　he　went　on；　'like　all　young　men；　I　have　pondered　over　suicide。

Which　of　us　hasn't　killed　himself　two　or　three　times　before　he　is

thirty？　I　find　there　is　no　better　course　than　to　use　existence　as　a

means　of　pleasure。　Go　in　for　thorough　dissipation；　and　your　passion　or

you　will　perish　in　it。　Intemperance；　my　dear　fellow；　commands　all

forms　of　death。　Does　she　not　wield　the　thunderbolt　of　apoplexy？

Apoplexy　is　a　pistol…shot　that　does　not　miscalculate。　Orgies　are

lavish　in　all　physical　pleasures；　is　not　that　the　small　change　for

opium？　And　the　riot　that　makes　us　drink　to　excess　bears　a　challenge　to

mortal　combat　with　wine。　That　butt　of　Malmsey　of　the　Duke　of

Clarence's　must　have　had　a　pleasanter　flavor　than　Seine　mud。　When　we

sink　gloriously　under　the　table；　is　not　that　a　periodical　death　by

drowning　on　a　small　scale？　If　we　are　picked　up　by　the　police　and

stretched　out　on　those　chilly　benches　of　theirs　at　the　police…station；

do　we　not　enjoy　all　the　pleasures　of　the　Morgue？　For　though　we　are　not

blue　and　green；　muddy　and　swollen　corpses；　on　the　other　hand　we　have

the　consciousness　of　the　climax。



〃　'Ah；'　he　went　on；　'this　protracted　suicide　has　nothing　in　common

with　the　bankrupt　grocer's　demise。　Tradespeople　have　brought　the　river

into　disrepute；　they　fling　themselves　in　to　soften　their　creditors'

hearts。　In　your　place　I　should　endeavor　to　die　gracefully；　and　if　you

wish　to　invent　a　novel　way　of　doing　it；　by　struggling　with　life　after

this　manner；　I　will　be　your　second。　I　am　disappointed　and　sick　of

everything。　The　Alsacienne；　whom　it　was　proposed　that　I　should　marry；

had　six　toes　on　her　left　foot；　I　cannot　possibly　live　with　a　woman　who

has　six　toes！　It　would　get　about　to　a　certainty；　and　then　I　should　be

ridiculous。　Her　income　was　only　eighteen　thousand　francs；　her　fortune

diminished　in　quantity　as　her　toes　increased。　The　devil　take　it；　if　we

begin　an　outrageous　sort　of　life；　we　may　come　on　some　bit　of　luck；

perhaps！'



〃Rastignac's　eloquence　carried　me　away。　The　attractions　of　the　plan

shone　too　temptingly；　hopes　were　kindled；　the　poetical　aspects　of　the

matter　appealed　to　a　poet。



〃　'How　about　money？'　I　said。



〃　'Haven't　you　four　hundred　and　fifty　francs？'



〃　'Yes；　but　debts　to　my　landlady　and　the　tailor'



〃　'You　would　pay　your　tailor？　You　will　never　be　anything　whatever；　not

so　much　as　a　minister。'



〃　'But　what　can　one　do　with　twenty　louis？'



〃　'Go　to　the　gaming…table。'



〃I　shuddered。



〃　'You　are　going　to　launch　out　into　what　I　call　systematic

dissipation；'　said　he；　noticing　my　scruples；　'and　yet　you　are　afraid

of　a　green　table…cloth。'



〃　'Listen　to　me；'　I　answered。　'I　promised　my　father　never　to　set　foot

in　a　gaming…house。　Not　only　is　that　a　sacred　promise；　but　I　still　feel

an　unconquerable　disgust　whenever　I　pass　a　gambling…hell；　take　the

money　and　go　without　me。　While　our　fortune　is　at　stake；　I　will　set　my

own　affairs　straight；　and　then　I　will　go　to　your　lodgings　and　wait　for

you。'



〃That　was　the　way　I　went　to　perdition。　A　young　man　has　only　to　come

across　a　woman　who　will　not　love　him；　or　a　woman　who　loves　him　too

well；　and　his　whole　life　becomes　a　chaos。　Prosperity　swallows　up　our

energy　just　as　adversity　obscures　our　virtues。　Back　once　more　in　my

Hotel　de　Saint…Quentin；　I　gazed　about　me　a　long　while　in　the　garret

where　I　had　led　my　scholar's　temperate　life；　a　life　which　would

perhaps　have　been　a　long　and　honorable　one；　and　that　I　ought　not　to

have　quitted　for　the　fevered　existence　which　had　urged　me　to　the　brink

of　a　precipice。　Pauline　surprised　me　in　this　dejected　attitude。



〃　'Why；　what　is　the　matter　with　you？'　she　asked。



〃I　rose　and　quietly　counted　out　the　money　owing　to　her　mother；　and

added　to　it　sufficient　to　pay　for　six　months'　rent　in　advance。　She

watched　me　in　some　alarm。



〃　'I　am　going　to　leave　you；　d