the hunchback of notre dame-第40节
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n this time replied； 〃I believe that he is。〃
It was the hour when no stranger could remain in the cloister。 The two visitors withdrew。 〃Master；〃 said Gossip Tourangeau； as he took leave of the archdeacon； 〃I love wise men and great minds； and I hold you in singular esteem。 Come to…morrow to the Palace des Tournelles； and inquire for the Abbé de Sainte…Martin； of Tours。〃
The archdeacon returned to his chamber dumbfounded； comprehending at last who Gossip Tourangeau was； and recalling that passage of the register of Sainte…Martin； of Tours： ~Abbas beati Martini； SCILICET REX FRANCIAE； est canonicus de consuetudine et habet parvam proebendam quam habet sanctus Venantius； et debet sedere in sede thesaurarii~。
It is asserted that after that epoch the archdeacon had frequent conferences with Louis XI。； when his majesty came to Paris； and that Dom Claude's influence quite overshadowed that of Olivier le Daim and Jacques Coictier； who； as was his habit； rudely took the king to task on that account。
CHAPTER II。
THIS WILL KILL THAT。
Our lady readers will pardon us if we pause for a moment to seek what could have been the thought concealed beneath those enigmatic words of the archdeacon： 〃This will kill that。 The book will kill the edifice。〃
To our mind； this thought had two faces。 In the first place； it was a priestly thought。 It was the affright of the priest in the presence of a new agent； the printing press。 It was the terror and dazzled amazement of the men of the sanctuary； in the presence of the luminous press of Gutenberg。 It was the pulpit and the manuscript taking the alarm at the printed word： something similar to the stupor of a sparrow which should behold the angel Legion unfold his six million wings。 It was the cry of the prophet who already hears emancipated humanity roaring and swarming； who beholds in the future； intelligence sapping faith； opinion dethroning belief； the world shaking off Rome。 It was the prognostication of the philosopher who sees human thought； volatilized by the press； evaporating from the theocratic recipient。 It was the terror of the soldier who examines the brazen battering ram； and says：〃The tower will crumble。〃 It signified that one power was about to succeed another power。 It meant； 〃The press will kill the church。〃
But underlying this thought； the first and most simple one； no doubt； there was in our opinion another； newer one； a corollary of the first； less easy to perceive and more easy to contest； a view as philosophical and belonging no longer to the priest alone but to the savant and the artist。 It was a presentiment that human thought； in changing its form； was about to change its mode of expression； that the dominant idea of each generation would no longer be written with the same matter； and in the same manner； that the book of stone； so solid and so durable； was about to make way for the book of paper； more solid and still more durable。 In this connection the archdeacon's vague formula had a second sense。 It meant； 〃Printing will kill architecture。〃
In fact； from the origin of things down to the fifteenth century of the Christian era； inclusive； architecture is the great book of humanity； the principal expression of man in his different stages of development； either as a force or as an intelligence。
When the memory of the first races felt itself overloaded； when the mass of reminiscences of the human race became so heavy and so confused that speech naked and flying； ran the risk of losing them on the way； men transcribed them on the soil in a manner which was at once the most visible； most durable； and most natural。 They sealed each tradition beneath a monument。
The first monuments were simple masses of rock； 〃which the iron had not touched；〃 as Moses says。 Architecture began like all writing。 It was first an alphabet。 Men planted a stone upright； it was a letter； and each letter was a hieroglyph； and upon each hieroglyph rested a group of ideas； like the capital on the column。 This is what the earliest races did everywhere； at the same moment； on the surface of the entire world。 We find the 〃standing stones〃 of the Celts in Asian Siberia； in the pampas of America。
Later on； they made words； they placed stone upon stone； they coupled those syllables of granite； and attempted some combinations。 The Celtic dolmen and cromlech； the Etruscan tumulus； the Hebrew galgal； are words。 Some； especially the tumulus； are proper names。 Sometimes even； when men had a great deal of stone； and a vast plain； they wrote a phrase。 The immense pile of Karnac is a complete sentence。
At last they made books。 Traditions had brought forth symbols； beneath which they disappeared like the trunk of a tree beneath its foliage； all these symbols in which humanity placed faith continued to grow； to multiply； to intersect； to become more and more complicated； the first monuments no longer sufficed to contain them； they were overflowing in every part； these monuments hardly expressed now the primitive tradition； simple like themselves； naked and prone upon the earth。 The symbol felt the need of expansion in the edifice。 Then architecture was developed in proportion with human thought； it became a giant with a thousand heads and a thousand arms； and fixed all this floating symbolism in an eternal； visible； palpable form。 While Daedalus； who is force； measured； while Orpheus； who is intelligence； sang；the pillar； which is a letter； the arcade； which is a syllable； the pyramid； which is a word；all set in movement at once by a law of geometry and by a law of poetry； grouped themselves； combined； amalgamated； descended； ascended； placed themselves side by side on the soil； ranged themselves in stories in the sky； until they had written under the dictation of the general idea of an epoch； those marvellous books which were also marvellous edifices： the Pagoda of Eklinga； the Rhamseion of Egypt； the Temple of Solomon。
The generating idea； the word； was not only at the foundation of all these edifices； but also in the form。 The temple of Solomon； for example； was not alone the binding of the holy book； it was the holy book itself。 On each one of its concentric walls； the priests could read the word translated and manifested to the eye； and thus they followed its transformations from sanctuary to sanctuary； until they seized it in its last tabernacle； under its most concrete form； which still belonged to architecture： the arch。 Thus the word was enclosed in an edifice； but its image was upon its envelope； like the human form on the coffin of a mummy。
And not only the form of edifices； but the sites selected for them； revealed the thought which they represented； according as the symbol to be expressed was graceful or grave。 Greece crowned her mountains with a temple harmonious to the eye； India disembowelled hers； to chisel therein those monstrous subterranean pagodas； borne up by gigantic rows of granite elephants。
Thus； during the first six thousand years of the world； from the most immemorial pagoda of Hindustan； to the cathedral of Cologne； architecture was the great handwriting of the human race。 And this is so true； that not only every religious symbol； but every human thought； has its page and its monument in that immense book。
All civilization begins in theocracy and ends in democracy。 This law of liberty following unity is written in architecture。 For； let us insist upon this point； masonry must not be thought to be powerful only in erecting the temple and in expressing the myth and sacerdotal symbolism； in inscribing in hieroglyphs upon its pages of stone the mysterious tables of the law。 If it were thus；as there comes in all human society a moment when the sacred symbol is worn out and becomes obliterated under freedom of thought； when man escapes from the priest； when the excrescence of philosophies and systems devour the face of religion；architecture could not reproduce this new state of human thought； its leaves； so crowded on the face； would be empty on the back； its work would be mutilated； its book would he incomplete。 But no。
Let us take as an example the Middle Ages； where we see more clearly because it is nearer to us。 During its first period； while theocracy is organizing Europe； while the Vatican is rallying and reclassing about itself the elements of a Rome made from the Rome which lies in ruins around the Capitol； while Christianity is seeking all the stages of society amid the rubbish of anterior civilization； and rebuilding with its ruins a new hierarchic universe； the keystone to whose vault is the priestone first hears a dull echo from that chaos； and then； little by little； one sees； arising from beneath the breath of Christianity； from beneath the hand of the barbarians； from the fragments of the dead Greek and Roman architectures； that mysterious Romanesque architecture； sister of the theocratic masonry of Egypt and of India； inalterable emblem of pure catholicism； unchangeable hieroglyph of the papal unity。 All the thought of that day is written； in fact； in this sombre； Romanesque style。 One feels everywhere in it authority； unity； the impenetrable； the absolute； Gregory VII。； always the priest； never the man；
