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类别:其他 作者:Samuel Butler字数:4566更新时间:18/12/21 17:25:17
OnthewallsofhisbedroomwereaseriesofFrenchRevolutionprintsrepresentingeventsinthelifeofLycurgus。Therewas“Grandeurd’amedeLycurgue。”and“Lycurgueconsultel’oracle。”andthentherewas“CalciopealaCour。”UnderthiswaswritteninFrenchandSpanish:“Modeledegraceetdebeaute,lajeuneCalciopenonmoinssagequebelleavaitmeritel’estimeetl’attachementduvertueuxLycurgue。Vivementeprisdetantdecharmes,l’illustrephilosophelaconduisaitdansletempledeJunon,ouilss’unirentparunsermentsacre。Aprescetteaugusteceremonie,Lycurgues’empressadeconduiresajeuneepouseaupalaisdesonfrerePolydecte,RoideLacedemon。Seigneur,luidit-il,lavertueuseCalciopevientderecevoirmesvoeuxauxpiedsdesautels,j’osevousprierd’approuvercetteunion。LeRoitemoignad’abordquelquesurprise,maisl’estimequ’ilavaitpoursonfrereluiinspiraunereponsepleinedebeinveillance。Ils’approchaaussitotdeCalciopequ’ilembrassatendrement,comblaensuiteLycurguedeprevenancesetparuttressatisfait。” HecalledmyattentiontothisandthensaidsomewhattimidlythathewouldratherhavemarriedEllenthanCalciope。Isawhewashardeningandmadenohesitationaboutproposingthatinanotherdayortwoweshouldproceeduponourjourney。 Iwillnotwearythereaderbytakinghimwithusoverbeatenground。WestoppedatSiena,Cortona,Orvieto,Perugiaandmanyothercities,andthenafterafortnightpassedbetweenRomeandNapleswenttotheVenetianprovincesandvisitedallthosewondroustownsthatliebetweenthesouthernslopesoftheAlpsandthenorthernonesoftheApennines,comingbackatlastbytheS。 Gothard。IdoubtwhetherhehadenjoyedthetripmorethanIdidmyself,butitwasnottillwewereonthepointofreturningthatErnesthadrecoveredstrengthenoughtobecalledfairlywell,anditwasnotformanymonthsthathesocompletelylostallsenseofthewoundswhichthelastfouryearshadinflictedonhimastofeelasthoughtherewereascarandascaronlyremaining。 Theysaythatwhenpeoplehavelostanarmorafoottheyfeelpainsinitnowandagainforalongwhileaftertheyhavelostit。OnepainwhichhehadalmostforgottencameuponhimonhisreturntoEngland,Imeanthestingofhishavingbeenimprisoned。Aslongashewasonlyasmallshop-keeperhisimprisonmentmatterednothing; nobodyknewofit,andiftheyhadknowntheywouldnothavecared; now,however,thoughhewasreturningtohisoldpositionhewasreturningtoitdisgraced,andthepainfromwhichhehadbeensavedinthefirstinstancebysurroundingssonewthathehadhardlyrecognisedhisownidentityinthemiddleofthem,cameonhimasfromawoundinflictedyesterday。 Hethoughtofthehighresolveswhichhehadmadeinprisonaboutusinghisdisgraceasavantagegroundofstrengthratherthantryingtomakepeopleforgetit。“Thatwasallverywellthen。”hethoughttohimself,“whenthegrapeswerebeyondmyreach,butnowitisdifferent。”Besides,whobutaprigwouldsethimselfhighaims,ormakehighresolvesatall? Someofhisoldfriends,onlearningthathehadgotridofhissupposedwifeandwasnowcomfortablyoffagain,wantedtorenewtheiracquaintance;hewasgratefultothemandsometimestriedtomeettheiradvanceshalfway,butitdidnotdo,anderelongheshrankbackintohimself,pretendingnottoknowthem。Aninfernaldemonofhonestyhauntedhimwhichmadehimsaytohimself:“Thesemenknowagreatdeal,butdonotknowall——iftheydidtheywouldcutme——andthereforeIhavenorighttotheiracquaintance。” Hethoughtthateveryoneexcepthimselfwassanspeuretsansreproche。Ofcoursetheymustbe,foriftheyhadnotbeen,wouldtheynothavebeenboundtowarnallwhohadanythingtodowiththemoftheirdeficiencies?Well,hecouldnotdothis,andhewouldnothavepeople’sacquaintanceunderfalsepretences,sohegaveupevenhankeringafterrehabilitationandfellbackuponhisoldtastesformusicandliterature。 Ofcoursehehaslongsincefoundouthowsillyallthiswas,howsillyImeanintheory,forinpracticeitworkedbetterthanitoughttohavedone,bykeepinghimfreefromliaisonswhichwouldhavetiedhistongueandmadehimseesuccesselsewherethanwherehecameintimetoseeit。Hedidwhathedidinstinctivelyandfornootherreasonthanbecauseitwasmostnaturaltohim。Sofarashethoughtatall,hethoughtwrong,butwhathedidwasright。I saidsomethingofthiskindtohimoncenotsoverylongago,andtoldhimhehadalwaysaimedhigh。“Ineveraimedatall。”herepliedalittleindignantly,“andyoumaybesureIshouldhaveaimedlowenoughifIhadthoughtIhadgotthechance。” Isupposeafterallthatnoonewhosemindwasnot,toputitmildly,abnormal,everyetaimedveryhighoutofpuremaliceaforethought。Ioncesawaflyalightonacupofhotcoffeeonwhichthemilkhadformedathinskin;heperceivedhisextremedanger,andInotedwithwhatamplestridesandalmostsupermuscanefforthestruckacrossthetreacheroussurfaceandmadefortheedgeofthecup——forthegroundwasnotsolidenoughtolethimraisehimselffromitbyhiswings。AsIwatchedhimIfanciedthatsosupremeamomentofdifficultyanddangermightleavehimwithanincreaseofmoralandphysicalpowerwhichmightevendescendinsomemeasuretohisoffspring。Butsurelyhewouldnothavegottheincreasedmoralpowerifhecouldhavehelpedit,andhewillnotknowinglyalightuponanothercupofhotcoffee。ThemoreIseethemoresureIamthatitdoesnotmatterwhypeopledotherightthingsolongonlyastheydoit,norwhytheymayhavedonethewrongiftheyhavedoneit。Theresultdependsuponthethingdoneandthemotivegoesfornothing。Ihavereadsomewhere,butcannotrememberwhere,thatinsomecountrydistricttherewasonceagreatscarcityoffood,duringwhichthepoorsufferedacutely;manyindeedactuallydiedofstarvation,andallwerehardputtoit。Inonevillage,however,therewasapoorwidowwithafamilyofyoungchildren,who,thoughshehadsmallvisiblemeansofsubsistence,stilllookedwell-fedandcomfortable,asalsodidallherlittleones。“How。”everyoneasked,“didtheymanagetolive?”Itwasplaintheyhadasecret,anditwasequallyplainthatitcouldbenogoodone;fortherecameahurried,huntedlookoverthepoorwoman’sfaceifanyonealludedtothewayinwhichsheandhersthrovewhenothersstarved;thefamily,moreover,weresometimesseenoutatunusualhoursofthenight,andevidentlybroughtthingshome,whichcouldhardlyhavebeenhonestlycomeby。Theyknewtheywereundersuspicion,and,beinghithertoofexcellentname,itmadethemveryunhappy,foritmustbeconfessedthattheybelievedwhattheydidtobeuncannyifnotabsolutelywicked;nevertheless,inspiteofthistheythrove,andkepttheirstrengthwhenalltheirneighbourswerepinched。 Atlengthmatterscametoaheadandtheclergymanoftheparishcross-questionedthepoorwomansocloselythatwithmanytearsandabittersenseofdegradationsheconfessedthetruth;sheandherchildrenwentintothehedgesandgatheredsnails,whichtheymadeintobrothandate——couldsheeverbeforgiven?Wasthereanyhopeofsalvationforhereitherinthisworldorthenextaftersuchunnaturalconduct? SoagainIhaveheardofanolddowagercountesswhosemoneywasallinConsols;shehadhadmanysons,andinheranxietytogivetheyoungeronesagoodstart,wantedalargerincomethanConsolswouldgiveher。SheconsultedhersolicitorandwasadvisedtosellherConsolsandinvestintheLondonandNorth-WesternRailway,thenatabout85。ThiswastoherwhateatingsnailswastothepoorwidowwhosestoryIhavetoldabove。Withshameandgrief,asofonedoinganuncleanthing——butherboysmusthavetheirstart——shedidasshewasadvised。Thenforalongwhileshecouldnotsleepatnightandwashauntedbyapresageofdisaster。Yetwhathappened? Shestartedherboys,andinafewyearsfoundhercapitaldoubledintothebargain,onwhichshesoldoutandwentbackagaintoConsolsanddiedinthefullblessednessoffund-holding。 Shethought,indeed,thatshewasdoingawronganddangerousthing,butthishadabsolutelynothingtodowithit。SupposeshehadinvestedinthefullconfidenceofarecommendationbysomeeminentLondonbankerwhoseadvicewasbad,andsohadlostallhermoney,andsupposeshehaddonethiswithalightheartandwithnoconvictionofsin——wouldherinnocenceofevilpurposeandtheexcellenceofhermotivehavestoodherinanystead?Notthey。 Buttoreturntomystory。Towneleygavemyheromosttrouble。 Towneley,asIhavesaid,knewthatErnestwouldhavemoneysoon,butErnestdidnotofcourseknowthatheknewit。Towneleywasrichhimself,andwasmarriednow;Ernestwouldberichsoon,hadbonafideintendedtobemarriedalready,andwoulddoubtlessmarryalawfulwifelateron。Suchamanwasworthtakingpainswith,andwhenTowneleyonedaymetErnestinthestreet,andErnesttriedtoavoidhim,Towneleywouldnothaveit,butwithhisusualquickgoodnaturereadhisthoughts,caughthim,morallyspeaking,bythescruffofhisneck,andturnedhimlaughinglyinsideout,tellinghimhewouldhavenosuchnonsense。 TowneleywasjustasmuchErnest’sidolnowashehadeverbeen,andErnest,whowasveryeasilytouched,feltmoregratefullyandwarmlythanevertowardshim,buttherewasanunconscioussomethingwhichwasstrongerthanTowneley,andmademyherodeterminetobreakwithhimmoredeterminedlyperhapsthanwithanyotherlivingperson;hethankedhiminalowhurriedvoiceandpressedhishand,whiletearscameintohiseyesinspiteofallhiseffortstorepressthem。“Ifwemeetagain。”hesaid,“donotlookatme,butifhereafteryouhearofmewritingthingsyoudonotlike,thinkofmeascharitablyasyoucan。”andsotheyparted。 “Towneleyisagoodfellow。”saidI,gravely,“andyoushouldnothavecuthim。” “Towneley。”heanswered,“isnotonlyagoodfellow,butheiswithoutexceptiontheverybestmanIeversawinmylife——except。” hepaidmethecomplimentofsaying,“yourself;TowneleyismynotionofeverythingwhichIshouldmostliketobe——butthereisnorealsolidaritybetweenus。IshouldbeinperpetualfearoflosinghisgoodopinionifIsaidthingshedidnotlike,andImeantosayagreatmanythings。”hecontinuedmoremerrily,“whichTowneleywillnotlike。” Aman,asIhavesaidalready,cangiveupfatherandmotherforChrist’ssaketolerablyeasilyforthemostpart,butitisnotsoeasytogiveuppeoplelikeTowneley。