sartor resartus-第21节
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addressing himself to the Profession of Law；whereof； indeed； the world has since seen him a public graduate。 But omitting these broken； unsatisfactory thrums of Economical relation； let us present rather the following small thread of Moral relation； and therewith； the reader for himself weaving it in at the right place； conclude our dim arras…picture of these University years。
〃Here also it was that I formed acquaintance with Herr Towgood； or； as it is perhaps better written； Herr Toughgut； a young person of quality （_von Adel_）； from the interior parts of England。 He stood connected； by blood and hospitality； with the Counts von Zahdarm； in this quarter of Germany； to which noble Family I likewise was； by his means； with all friendliness； brought near。 Towgood had a fair talent； unspeakably ill…cultivated； with considerable humor of character： and； bating his total ignorance； for he knew nothing except Boxing and a little Grammar； showed less of that aristocratic impassivity； and silent fury； than for most part belongs to Travellers of his nation。 To him I owe my first practical knowledge of the English and their ways； perhaps also something of the partiality with which I have ever since regarded that singular people。 Towgood was not without an eye； could he have come at any light。 Invited doubtless by the presence of the Zahdarm Family； he had travelled hither； in the almost frantic hope of perfecting his studies； he； whose studies had as yet been those of infancy； hither to a University where so much as the notion of perfection； not to say the effort after it； no longer existed！ Often we would condole over the hard destiny of the Young in this era： how； after all our toil； we were to be turned out into the world； with beards on our chins indeed； but with few other attributes of manhood； no existing thing that we were trained to Act on； nothing that we could so much as Believe。 'How has our head on the outside a polished Hat；' would Towgood exclaim； 'and in the inside Vacancy； or a froth of Vocables and Attorney…Logic！ At a small cost men are educated to make leather into shoes； but at a great cost； what am I educated to make？ By Heaven； Brother！ what I have already eaten and worn； as I came thus far； would endow a considerable Hospital of Incurables。''Man； indeed；' I would answer； 'has a Digestive Faculty； which must be kept working； were it even partly by stealth。 But as for our Miseducation； make not bad worse； waste not the time yet ours； in trampling on thistles because they have yielded us no figs。 _Frisch zu； Bruder_！ Here are Books； and we have brains to read them； here is a whole Earth and a whole Heaven； and we have eyes to look on them： _Frisch zu_！'
〃Often also our talk was gay； not without brilliancy； and even fire。 We looked out on Life； with its strange scaffolding； where all at once harlequins dance； and men are beheaded and quartered： motley； not unterrific was the aspect； but we looked on it like brave youths。 For myself； these were perhaps my most genial hours。 Towards this young warm…hearted； strong…headed and wrong…headed Herr Towgood I was even near experiencing the now obsolete sentiment of Friendship。 Yes； foolish Heathen that I was； I felt that； under certain conditions； I could have loved this man； and taken him to my bosom； and been his brother once and always。 By degrees； however； I understood the new time； and its wants。 If man's _Soul_ is indeed； as in the Finnish Language； and Utilitarian Philosophy； a kind of _Stomach_； what else is the true meaning of Spiritual Union but an Eating together？ Thus we； instead of Friends； are Dinner…guests； and here as elsewhere have cast away chimeras。〃
So ends； abruptly as is usual； and enigmatically； this little incipient romance。 What henceforth becomes of the brave Herr Towgood； or Toughgut？ He has dived under； in the Autobiographical Chaos； and swims we see not where。 Does any reader 〃in the interior parts of England〃 know of such a man？
CHAPTER IV。 GETTING UNDER WAY。
〃Thus nevertheless；〃 writes our Autobiographer； apparently as quitting College； 〃was there realized Somewhat； namely； I； Diogenes Teufelsdrockh： a visible Temporary Figure （_Zeitbild_）； occupying some cubic feet of Space； and containing within it Forces both physical and spiritual； hopes； passions； thoughts； the whole wondrous furniture； in more or less perfection； belonging to that mystery； a Man。 Capabilities there were in me to give battle； in some small degree； against the great Empire of Darkness： does not the very Ditcher and Delver； with his spade； extinguish many a thistle and puddle； and so leave a little Order； where he found the opposite？ Nay your very Day…moth has capabilities in this kind； and ever organizes something （into its own Body； if no otherwise）； which was before Inorganic； and of mute dead air makes living music； though only of the faintest； by humming。
〃How much more； one whose capabilities are spiritual； who has learned； or begun learning； the grand thaumaturgic art of Thought！ Thaumaturgic I name it； for hitherto all Miracles have been wrought thereby； and henceforth innumerable will be wrought； whereof we； even in these days； witness some。 Of the Poet's and Prophet's inspired Message； and how it makes and unmakes whole worlds； I shall forbear mention： but cannot the dullest hear Steam…engines clanking around him？ Has he not seen the Scottish Brass…smith's IDEA （and this but a mechanical one） travelling on fire…wings round the Cape； and across two Oceans； and stronger than any other Enchanter's Familiar； on all hands unweariedly fetching and carrying： at home； not only weaving Cloth； but rapidly enough overturning the whole old system of Society； and； for Feudalism and Preservation of the Game； preparing us； by indirect but sure methods； Industrialism and the Government of the Wisest？ Truly a Thinking Man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have； every time such a one announces himself； I doubt not； there runs a shudder through the Nether Empire； and new Emissaries are trained； with new tactics； to； if possible； entrap him； and hoodwink and handcuff him。
〃With such high vocation had I too； as denizen of the Universe； been called。 Unhappy it is； however； that though born to the amplest Sovereignty； in this way； with no less than sovereign right of Peace and War against the Time…Prince （_Zeitfurst_）； or Devil； and all his Dominions； your coronation…ceremony costs such trouble； your sceptre is so difficult to get at； or even to get eye on！〃
By which last wire…drawn similitude does Teufelsdrockh mean no more than that young men find obstacles in what we call 〃getting under way〃？ 〃Not what I Have；〃 continues he； 〃but what I Do is my Kingdom。 To each is given a certain inward Talent； a certain outward Environment of Fortune； to each； by wisest combination of these two； a certain maximum of Capability。 But the hardest problem were ever this first： To find by study of yourself； and of the ground you stand on； what your combined inward and outward Capability specially is。 For； alas； our young soul is all budding with Capabilities； and we see not yet which is the main and true one。 Always too the new man is in a new time； under new conditions； his course can be the _fac…simile_ of no prior one； but is by its nature original。 And then how seldom will the outward Capability fit the inward： though talented wonderfully enough； we are poor； unfriended； dyspeptical； bashful； nay what is worse than all； we are foolish。 Thus； in a whole imbroglio of Capabilities； we go stupidly groping about； to grope which is ours； and often clutch the wrong one： in this mad work must several years of our small term be spent； till the purblind Youth； by practice； acquire notions of distance； and become a seeing Man。 Nay； many so spend their whole term； and in ever…new expectation； ever…new disappointment； shift from enterprise to enterprise； and from side to side： till at length； as exasperated striplings of threescore…and…ten； they shift into their last enterprise； that of getting buried。
〃Such； since the most of us are too ophthalmic； would be the general fate； were it not that one thing saves us： our Hunger。 For on this ground； as the prompt nature of Hunger is well known； must a prompt choice be made： hence have we； with wise foresight； Indentures and Apprenticeships for our irrational young； whereby； in due season； the vague universality of a Man shall find himself ready…moulded into a specific Craftsman； and so thenceforth work； with much or with little waste of Capability as it may be； yet not with the worst waste； that of time。 Nay even in matters spiritual； since the spiritual artist too is born blind； and does not； like certain other creatures； receive sight in nine days； but far later； sometimes never；is it not well that there should be what we call Professions； or Bread…studies （_Brodzwecke_）； preappointed us？ Here； circling like the gin…horse； for whom partial or total blindness is no evil； the Bread…artist can travel contentedly round and round； still fancying that it is forward and forward； and realize much： for himself victual； for the world an additional horse's power in the grand corn…mill or hemp…mill of
