sartor resartus-第26节
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Earth held but one and not several of these！
He says that； in Town； they met again： 〃day after day； like his heart's sun； the blooming Blumine shone on him。 Ah！ a little while ago； and he was yet in all darkness： him what Graceful （_Holde_） would ever love？ Disbelieving all things； the poor youth had never learned to believe in himself。 Withdrawn； in proud timidity； within his own fastnesses； solitary from men； yet baited by night…spectres enough； he saw himself； with a sad indignation； constrained to renounce the fairest hopes of existence。 And now； O now！ 'She looks on thee；' cried he： 'she the fairest； noblest； do not her dark eyes tell thee； thou art not despised？ The Heaven's…Messenger！ All Heaven's blessings be hers！' Thus did soft melodies flow through his heart； tones of an infinite gratitude； sweetest intimations that he also was a man； that for him also unutterable joys had been provided。
〃In free speech； earnest or gay； amid lambent glances； laughter； tears； and often with the inarticulate mystic speech of Music： such was the element they now lived in； in such a many…tinted； radiant Aurora； and by this fairest of Orient Light…bringers must our Friend be blandished； and the new Apocalypse of Nature enrolled to him。 Fairest Blumine！ And； even as a Star； all Fire and humid Softness； a very Light…ray incarnate！ Was there so much as a fault； a 'caprice；' he could have dispensed with？ Was she not to him in very deed a Morning…star； did not her presence bring with it airs from Heaven？ As from AEolian Harps in the breath of dawn； as from the Memnon's Statue struck by the rosy finger of Aurora； unearthly music was around him； and lapped him into untried balmy Rest。 Pale Doubt fled away to the distance； Life bloomed up with happiness and hope。 The past； then； was all a haggard dream； he had been in the Garden of Eden； then； and could not discern it！ But lo now！ the black walls of his prison melt away； the captive is alive； is free。 If he loved his Disenchantress？ _Ach Gott_！ His whole heart and soul and life were hers； but never had he named it Love： existence was all a Feeling； not yet shaped into a Thought。〃
Nevertheless； into a Thought； nay into an Action； it must be shaped； for neither Disenchanter nor Disenchantress； mere 〃Children of Time；〃 can abide by Feeling alone。 The Professor knows not； to this day； 〃how in her soft； fervid bosom the Lovely found determination； even on hest of Necessity； to cut asunder these so blissful bonds。〃 He even appears surprised at the 〃Duenna Cousin；〃 whoever she may have been； 〃in whose meagre hunger…bitten philosophy； the religion of young hearts was； from the first； faintly approved of。〃 We； even at such distance； can explain it without necromancy。 Let the Philosopher answer this one question： What figure； at that period； was a Mrs。 Teufelsdrockh likely to make in polished society？ Could she have driven so much as a brass…bound Gig； or even a simple iron…spring one？ Thou foolish 〃absolved Auscultator；〃 before whom lies no prospect of capital； will any yet known 〃religion of young hearts〃 keep the human kitchen warm？ Pshaw！ thy divine Blumine； when she 〃resigned herself to wed some richer；〃 shows more philosophy； though but 〃a woman of genius；〃 than thou； a pretended man。
Our readers have witnessed the origin of this Love…mania； and with what royal splendor it waxes； and rises。 Let no one ask us to unfold the glories of its dominant state； much less the horrors of its almost instantaneous dissolution。 How from such inorganic masses； henceforth madder than ever； as lie in these Bags； can even fragments of a living delineation be organized？ Besides； of what profit were it？ We view； with a lively pleasure； the gay silk Montgolfier start from the ground； and shoot upwards； cleaving the liquid deeps； till it dwindle to a luminous star： but what is there to look longer on； when once； by natural elasticity； or accident of fire； it has exploded？ A hapless air…navigator； plunging； amid torn parachutes； sand…bags； and confused wreck； fast enough into the jaws of the Devil！ Suffice it to know that Teufelsdrockh rose into the highest regions of the Empyrean； by a natural parabolic track； and returned thence in a quick perpendicular one。 For the rest； let any feeling reader； who has been unhappy enough to do the like； paint it out for himself： considering only that if he； for his perhaps comparatively insignificant mistress； underwent such agonies and frenzies； what must Teufelsdrockh's have been； with a fire…heart； and for a nonpareil Blumine！ We glance merely at the final scene：
〃One morning； he found his Morning…star all dimmed and dusky…red； the fair creature was silent； absent； she seemed to have been weeping。 Alas； no longer a Morning…star； but a troublous skyey Portent； announcing that the Doomsday had dawned！ She said； in a tremulous voice； They were to meet no more。〃 The thunder…struck Air…sailor is not wanting to himself in this dread hour： but what avails it？ We omit the passionate expostulations； entreaties； indignations； since all was vain； and not even an explanation was conceded him； and hasten to the catastrophe。 〃'Farewell； then； Madam！' said he； not without sternness； for his stung pride helped him。 She put her hand in his； she looked in his face； tears started to her eyes； in wild audacity he clasped her to his bosom； their lips were joined； their two souls； like two dew…drops； rushed into one；for the first time and for the last！〃 Thus was Teufelsdrockh made immortal by a kiss。 And then？ Why； then〃thick curtains of Night rushed over his soul； as rose the immeasurable Crash of Doom； and through the ruins as of a shivered Universe was he falling； falling； towards the Abyss。〃
CHAPTER VI。 SORROWS OF TEUFELSDROCKH。
We have long felt that； with a man like our Professor； matters must often be expected to take a course of their own； that in so multiplex； intricate a nature； there might be channels； both for admitting and emitting； such as the Psychologist had seldom noted； in short； that on no grand occasion and convulsion； neither in the joy…storm nor in the woe…storm could you predict his demeanor。
To our less philosophical readers； for example； it is now clear that the so passionate Teufelsdrockh precipitated through 〃a shivered Universe〃 in this extraordinary way； has only one of three things which he can next do： Establish himself in Bedlam； begin writing Satanic Poetry； or blow out his brains。 In the progress towards any of which consummations； do not such readers anticipate extravagance enough； breast…beating； brow…beating （against walls）； lion…bellowings of blasphemy and the like； stampings； smitings； breakages of furniture； if not arson itself？
Nowise so does Teufelsdrockh deport him。 He quietly lifts his _Pilgerstab_ （Pilgrim…staff）； 〃old business being soon wound up；〃 and begins a perambulation and circumambulation of the terraqueous Globe！ Curious it is； indeed； how with such vivacity of conception； such intensity of feeling； above all； with these unconscionable habits of Exaggeration in speech； he combines that wonderful stillness of his； that stoicism in external procedure。 Thus； if his sudden bereavement； in this matter of the Flower…goddess； is talked of as a real Doomsday and Dissolution of Nature； in which light doubtless it partly appeared to himself； his own nature is nowise dissolved thereby； but rather is compressed closer。 For once； as we might say； a Blumine by magic appliances has unlocked that shut heart of his； and its hidden things rush out tumultuous； boundless； like genii enfranchised from their glass vial： but no sooner are your magic appliances withdrawn； than the strange casket of a heart springs to again； and perhaps there is now no key extant that will open it； for a Teufelsdrockh as we remarked； will not love a second time。 Singular Diogenes！ No sooner has that heart…rending occurrence fairly taken place； than he affects to regard it as a thing natural； of which there is nothing more to be said。 〃One highest hope； seemingly legible in the eyes of an Angel； had recalled him as out of Death…shadows into celestial Life： but a gleam of Tophet passed over the face of his Angel； he was rapt away in whirlwinds； and heard the laughter of Demons。 It was a Calenture；〃 adds he； 〃whereby the Youth saw green Paradise…groves in the waste Ocean…waters： a lying vision； yet not wholly a lie； for _he_ saw it。〃 But what things soever passed in him； when he ceased to see it； what ragings and despairings soever Teufelsdrockh's soul was the scene of； he has the goodness to conceal under a quite opaque cover of Silence。 We know it well； the first mad paroxysm past； our brave Gneschen collected his dismembered philosophies； and buttoned himself together； he was meek； silent； or spoke of the weather and the Journals： only by a transient knitting of those shaggy brows； by some deep flash of those eyes； glancing one knew not whether with tear…dew or with fierce fire；might you have guessed what a Gehenna was within： that a whole Satanic School were spouting； though inaudibly； there。 To consume your own choler； as some chimneys consume their own smoke； to keep a whole Satanic School spouting； if it mu
