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《屋顶间的哲学家》 作者:梭维斯特

CHAPTER VII

    THEPRICEOFPOWERANDTHEWORTHOFFAME
    Sunday,July1st.
    YesterdaythemonthdedicatedtoJuno(Junius,June)bytheRomansended.
    To-dayweenteronJuly.
    InancientRomethislattermonthwascalledQuintiles(thefifth),becausetheyear,whichwasthendividedintoonlytenparts,beganinMarch.WhenNumaPompiliusdivideditintotwelvemonthsthisnameofQuintileswaspreserved,aswellasthosethatfollowed——Sexteles,September,October,November,December——althoughthesedesignationsdidnotaccordwiththenewlyarrangedorderofthemonths.Atlast,afteratimethemonthQuintiles,inwhichJuliusCaesarwasborn,wascalledJulius,whencewehaveJuly.Thusthisname,placedinthecalendar,isbecometheimperishablerecordofagreatman;itisanimmortalepitaphonTimeshighway,engravedbytheadmirationofman.
    Howmanysimilarinscriptionsarethere!Seas,continents,mountains,stars,andmonuments,haveallinsuccessionservedthesamepurpose!WehaveturnedthewholeworldintoaGoldenBook,likethatinwhichthestateofVeniceusedtoenrollitsillustriousnamesanditsgreatdeeds.
    Itseemsthatmankindfeelsanecessityforhonoringitselfinitselectones,andthatitraisesitselfinitsowneyesbychoosingheroesfromamongitsownrace.Thehumanfamilylovetopreservethememory;oftheparvenusofglory,aswecherishthatofagreatancestor,orofabenefactor.
    Infact,thetalentsgrantedtoasingleindividualdonotbenefithimselfalone,butaregiftstotheworld;everyonesharesthem,foreveryonesuffersorbenefitsbyhisactions.Geniusisalighthouse,meanttogivelightfromafar;themanwhobearsitisbuttherockuponwhichthislighthouseisbuilt.
    Ilovetodwelluponthesethoughts;theyexplaintomeinwhatconsistsouradmirationforglory.Whengloryhasbenefitedmen,thatadmirationisgratitude;whenitisonlyremarkableinitself,itistheprideofrace;asmen,welovetoimmortalizethemostshiningexamplesofhumanity.
    Whoknowswhetherwedonotobeythesameinstinctinsubmittingtothehandofpower?Apartfromtherequirementsofagradationofranks,ortheconsequencesofaconquest,themultitudedelighttosurroundtheirchiefswithprivileges——whetheritbethattheirvanitymakesthemthustoaggrandizeoneoftheirowncreations,orwhethertheytrytoconcealthehumiliationofsubjectionbyexaggeratingtheimportanceofthosewhorulethem.Theywishtohonorthemselvesthroughtheirmaster;theyelevatehimontheirshouldersasonapedestal;theysurroundhimwithahalooflight,inorderthatsomeofitmaybereflecteduponthemselves.
    Itisstillthefableofthedogwhocontentshimselfwiththechainandcollar,sothattheyareofgold.
    Thisservilevanityisnotlessnaturalorlesscommonthanthevanityofdominion.Whoeverfeelshimselfincapableofcommand,atleastdesirestoobeyapowerfulchief.Serfshavebeenknowntoconsiderthemselvesdishonoredwhentheybecamethepropertyofamerecountafterhavingbeenthatofaprince,andSaint-Simonmentionsavaletwhowouldonlywaituponmarquises.
    July7th,sevenoclockP.M——IhavejustnowbeenuptheBoulevards;itwastheoperanight,andtherewasacrowdofcarriagesintheRueLepelletier.Thefoot-passengerswhowerestoppedatacrossingrecognizedthepersonsinsomeoftheseaswewentby,andmentionedtheirnames;theywerethoseofcelebratedorpowerfulmen,thesuccessfulonesoftheday.
    Nearmetherewasamanlookingonwithhollowcheeksandeagereyes,whosethinblackcoatwasthreadbare.Hefollowedwithenviouslooksthesepossessorsoftheprivilegesofpoweroroffame,andIreadonhislips,whichcurledwithabittersmile,allthatpassedinhismind.
    "Lookatthem,theluckyfellows!"thoughthe;"allthepleasuresofwealth,alltheenjoymentsofpride,aretheirs.Theirnamesarerenowned,alltheirwishesfulfilled;theyarethesovereignsoftheworld,eitherbytheirintellectortheirpower;andwhileI,poorandunknown,toilpainfullyalongtheroadbelow,theywingtheirwayoverthemountain-topsgildedbythebroadsunshineofprosperity."
    Ihavecomehomeindeepthought.Isittruethattherearetheseinequalities,Idonotsayinthefortunes,butinthehappinessofmen?
    Dogeniusandauthorityreallywearlifeasacrown,whilethegreaterpartofmankindreceiveitasayoke?Isthedifferenceofrankbutadifferentuseofmensdispositionsandtalents,orarealinequalityintheirdestinies?Asolemnquestion,asitregardstheverificationofGodsimpartiality.
    July8th,noon——Iwentthismorningtocalluponafriendfromthesameprovinceasmyself,whoisthefirstusher-in-waitingtooneofourministers.Itookhimsomelettersfromhisfamily,leftforhimbyatravellerjustcomefromBrittany.Hewishedmetostay.
    "To-day,"saidhe,"theMinistergivesnoaudience:hetakesadayofrestwithhisfamily.Hisyoungersistersarearrived;hewilltakethemthismorningtoSt.Cloud,andintheeveninghehasinvitedhisfriendstoaprivateball.Ishallbedismisseddirectlyfortherestoftheday.Wecandinetogether;readthenewswhileyouarewaitingforme."
    Isatdownatatablecoveredwithnewspapers,allofwhichIlookedoverbyturns.Mostofthemcontainedseverecriticismsonthelastpoliticalactsoftheminister;someofthemaddedsuspicionsastothehonoroftheministerhimself.
    JustasIhadfinishedreading,asecretarycameforthemtotakethemtohismaster.
    Hewasthenabouttoreadtheseaccusations,tosuffersilentlytheabuseofallthosetongueswhichwereholdinghimuptoindignationortoscorn!LiketheRomanvictorinhistriumph,hehadtoenduretheinsultsofhimwhofollowedhiscar,relatingtothecrowdhisfollies,hisignorance,orhisvices.
    But,amongthearrowsshotathimfromeveryside,wouldnoonebefoundpoisoned?Wouldnotonereachsomespotinhisheartwherethewoundwouldbeincurable?Whatistheworthofalifeexposedtotheattacksofenvioushatredorfuriousconviction?TheChristiansyieldedonlythefragmentsoftheirfleshtothebeastsoftheamphitheatres;themaninpowergivesuphispeace,hisaffections,hishonor,tothecruelbitesofthepen.
    WhileIwasmusinguponthesedangersofgreatness,theusherenteredhastily.Importantnewshadbeenreceived:theministerisjustsummonedtothecouncil;hewillnotbeabletotakehissisterstoSt.Cloud.
    Isaw,throughthewindows,theyoungladies,whowerewaitingatthedoor,sorrowfullygoupstairsagain,whiletheirbrotherwentofftothecouncil.Thecarriage,whichshouldhavegonefilledwithsomuchfamilyhappiness,isjustoutofsight,carryingonlythecaresofastatesmaninit.
    Theushercamebackdiscontentedanddisappointed.Themoreorlessoflibertywhichheisallowedtoenjoy,ishisbarometerofthepoliticalatmosphere.Ifhegetsleave,allgoeswell;ifheiskeptathispost,thecountryisindanger.Hisopiniononpublicaffairsisbutacalculationofhisowninterest.Myfriendisalmostastatesman.
    Ihadsomeconversationwithhim,andhetoldmeseveralcuriousparticularsofpubliclife.
    Thenewministerhasoldfriendswhoseopinionsheopposes,thoughhestillretainshispersonalregardforthem.Thoughseparatedfromthembythecolorshefightsunder,theyremainunitedbyoldassociations;buttheexigenciesofpartyforbidhimtomeetthem.Iftheirintercoursecontinued,itwouldawakensuspicion;peoplewouldimaginethatsomedishonorablebargainwasgoingon;hisfriendswouldbeheldtobetraitorsdesiroustosellthemselves,andhethecorruptministerpreparedtobuythem.Hehas,therefore,beenobligedtobreakofffriendshipsoftwentyyearsstanding,andtosacrificeattachmentswhichhadbecomeasecondnature.
    Sometimes,however,theministerstillgiveswaytohisoldfeelings;hereceivesorvisitshisfriendsprivately;heshutshimselfupwiththem,andtalksofthetimeswhentheycouldbeopenfriends.Bydintofprecautionstheyhavehithertosucceededinconcealingthisblotoffriendshipagainstpolicy;butsoonerorlaterthenewspaperswillbeinformedofit,andwilldenouncehimtothecountryasanobjectofdistrust.
    Forwhetherhatredbehonestordishonest,itnevershrinksfromanyaccusation.Sometimesitevenproceedstocrime.Theusherassuredmethatseveralwarningshadbeengiventheministerwhichhadmadehimfearthevengeanceofanassassin,andthathenolongerventuredoutonfoot.
    Then,fromonethingtoanother,Ilearnedwhattemptationscameintomisleadorovercomehisjudgment;howhefoundhimselffatallyledintoobliquitieswhichhecouldnotbutdeplore.Misledbypassion,over-persuadedbyentreaties,orcompelledforreputationssake,hehasmanytimesheldthebalancewithanunsteadyhand.Howsadtheconditionofhimwhoisinauthority!Notonlyarethemiseriesofpowerimposeduponhim,butitsvicesalso,which,notcontentwithtorturing,succeedincorruptinghim.
    Weprolongedourconversationtillitwasinterruptedbytheministersreturn.Hethrewhimselfoutofthecarriagewithahandfulofpapers,andwithananxiousmannerwentintohisownroom.Aninstantafterwardhisbellwasheard;hissecretarywascalledtosendoffnoticestoallthoseinvitedfortheevening;theballwouldnottakeplace;theyspokemysteriouslyofbadnewstransmittedbythetelegraph,andinsuchcircumstancesanentertainmentwouldseemtoinsultthepublicsorrow.
    Itookleaveofmyfriend,andhereIamathome.WhatIhavejustseenisananswertomydoubtstheotherday.NowIknowwithwhatpangsmenpayfortheirdignities;nowIunderstandThatFortunesellswhatwebelieveshegives.
    ThisexplainstomethereasonwhyCharlesVaspiredtothereposeofthecloister.
    AndyetIhaveonlyglancedatsomeofthesufferingsattachedtopower.
    WhatshallIsayofthefallsinwhichitspossessorsareprecipitatedfromtheheightsofheaventotheverydepthsoftheearth?ofthatpathofpainalongwhichtheymustforeverbeartheburdenoftheirresponsibility?ofthatchainofdecorumsandennuiswhichencompasseseveryactoftheirlives,andleavesthemsolittleliberty?
    Thepartisansofdespotismadherewithreasontoformsandceremonies.
    Ifmenwishtogiveunlimitedpowertotheirfellow-man,theymustkeephimseparatedfromordinaryhumanity;theymustsurroundhimwithacontinualworship,and,byaconstantceremonial,keepupforhimthesuperhumanparttheyhavegrantedhim.Ourmasterscannotremainabsolute,exceptonconditionofbeingtreatedasidols.
    But,afterall,theseidolsaremen,and,iftheexclusivelifetheymustleadisaninsulttothedignityofothers,itisalsoatormenttothemselves.EveryoneknowsthelawoftheSpanishcourt,whichusedtoregulate,hourbyhour,theactionsofthekingandqueen;"sothat,"
    saysVoltaire,"byreadingitonecantellallthatthesovereignsofSpainhavedone,orwilldo,fromPhilipIItothedayofjudgment."ItwasbythislawthatPhilipIII,whensick,wasobligedtoenduresuchanexcessofheatthathediedinconsequence,becausetheDukeofUzeda,whoalonehadtherighttoputoutthefireintheroyalchamber,happenedtobeabsent.
    WhenthewifeofCharlesIIwasrunawaywithonaspiritedhorse,shewasabouttoperishbeforeanyonedaredtosaveher,becauseetiquetteforbadethemtotouchthequeen.Twoyoungofficersendangeredtheirlivesforherbystoppingthehorse.Theprayersandtearsofherwhomtheyhadjustsnatchedfromdeathwerenecessarytoobtainpardonfortheircrime.EveryoneknowstheanecdoterelatedbyMadameCampanofMarieAntoinette,wifeofLouisXVI.Oneday,beingathertoilet,whenthechemisewasabouttobepresentedtoherbyoneoftheassistants,aladyofveryancientfamilyenteredandclaimedthehonor,asshehadtherightbyetiquette;but,atthemomentshewasabouttofulfilherduty,aladyofhigherrankappeared,andinherturntookthegarmentshewasabouttooffertothequeen;whenathirdladyofstillhighertitlecameinherturn,andwasfollowedbyafourth,whowasnootherthanthekingssister.Thechemisewasinthismannerpassedfromhandtohand,withceremonies,courtesies,andcompliments,beforeitcametothequeen,who,halfnakedandquiteashamed,wasshiveringwithcoldforthegreathonorofetiquette.
    12th,sevenoclock,P.M——Oncominghomethisevening,Isaw,standingatthedoorofahouse,anoldman,whoseappearanceandfeaturesremindedmeofmyfather.Therewasthesamebeautifulsmile,thesamedeepandpenetratingeye,thesamenoblebearingofthehead,andthesamecarelessattitude.
    Ibeganlivingoveragainthefirstyearsofmylife,andrecallingtomyselftheconversationsofthatguidewhomGodinhismercyhadgivenme,andwhominhisseverityhehadtoosoonwithdrawn.
    Whenmyfatherspoke,itwasnotonlytobringourtwomindstogetherbyaninterchangeofthought,buthiswordsalwayscontainedinstruction.
    Notthatheendeavoredtomakemefeelitso:myfatherfearedeverythingthathadtheappearanceofalesson.Heusedtosaythatvirtuecouldmakeherselfdevotedfriends,butshedidnottakepupils:thereforehewasnotdesiroustoteachgoodness;hecontentedhimselfwithsowingtheseedsofit,certainthatexperiencewouldmakethemgrow.
    Howoftenhasgoodgrainfallenthusintoacorneroftheheart,and,whenithasbeenlongforgotten,allatonceputforththebladeandcomeintoear!Itisatreasurelaidasideinatimeofignorance,andwedonotknowitsvaluetillwefindourselvesinneedofit.
    Amongthestorieswithwhichheenlivenedourwalksorourevenings,thereisonewhichnowreturnstomymemory,doubtlessbecausethetimeiscometoderiveitslessonfromit.
    Myfather,whowasapprenticedattheageoftwelvetooneofthosetradingcollectorswhocallthemselvesnaturalists,becausetheyputallcreationunderglassesthattheymaysellitbyretail,hadalwaysledalifeofpovertyandlabor.Obligedtorisebeforedaybreak,byturnsshop-boy,clerk,andlaborer,hewasmadetobearalonealltheworkofatradeofwhichhismasterreapedalltheprofits.Intruth,thislatterhadapeculiartalentformakingthemostofthelaborofotherpeople.
    Thoughunfithimselffortheexecutionofanykindofwork,nooneknewbetterhowtosellit.Hiswordswereanet,inwhichpeoplefoundthemselvestakenbeforetheywereaware.Andsincehewasdevotedtohimselfalone,andlookedontheproducerashisenemy,andthebuyerasprey,heusedthembothwiththatobstinateperseverancewhichavariceteaches.
    Myfatherwasaslavealltheweek,andcouldcallhimselfhisownonlyonSunday.Themasternaturalist,whousedtospendthedayatthehouseofanoldfemalerelative,thengavehimhislibertyonconditionthathedinedout,andathisownexpense.Butmyfatherusedsecretlytotakewithhimacrustofbread,whichhehidinhisbotanizing-box,and,leavingParisassoonasitwasday,hewouldwanderfarintothevalleyofMontmorency,thewoodofMeudon,oramongthewindingsoftheMarne.
    Excitedbythefreshair,thepenetratingperfumeofthegrowingvegetation,orthefragranceofthehoneysuckles,hewouldwalkonuntilhungerorfatiguemadeitselffelt.Thenhewouldsitunderahedge,orbythesideofastream,andwouldmakearusticfeast,byturnsonwatercresses,woodstrawberries,andblackberriespickedfromthehedges;hewouldgatherafewplants,readafewpagesofFlorian,theningreatestvogue,ofGessner,whowasjusttranslated,orofJeanJacques,ofwhomhepossessedthreeoldvolumes.Thedaywasthuspassedalternatelyinactivityandrest,inpursuitandmeditation,untilthedecliningsunwarnedhimtotakeagaintheroadtoParis,wherehewouldarrive,hisfeettornanddusty,buthismindinvigoratedforawholeweek.
    Oneday,ashewasgoingtowardthewoodofViroflay,hemet,closetoit,astrangerwhowasoccupiedinbotanizingandinsortingtheplantshehadjustgathered.Hewasanelderlymanwithanhonestface;buthiseyes,whichwereratherdeep-setunderhiseyebrows,hadasomewhatuneasyandtimidexpression.Hewasdressedinabrownclothcoat,agraywaistcoat,blackbreeches,andworstedstockings,andheldanivory-headedcaneunderhisarm.Hisappearancewasthatofasmallretiredtradesmanwhowaslivingonhismeans,andratherbelowthegoldenmeanofHorace.
    Myfather,whohadgreatrespectforage,civillyraisedhishattohimashepassed.Indoingso,aplantheheldfellfromhishand;thestrangerstoopedtotakeitup,andrecognizedit.
    "ItisaDeutariaheptaphyllos,"saidhe;"Ihavenotyetseenanyoftheminthesewoods;didyoufinditnearhere,sir?"
    Myfatherrepliedthatitwastobefoundinabundanceonthetopofthehill,towardSevres,aswellasthegreatLaserpitium.
    "That,too!"repeatedtheoldmanmorebriskly."Ah!Ishallgoandlookforthem;IhavegatheredthemformerlyonthehillsideofRobaila."
    Myfatherproposedtotakehim.Thestrangeracceptedhisproposalwiththanks,andhastenedtocollecttogethertheplantshehadgathered;butallofasuddenheappearedseizedwithascruple.Heobservedtohiscompanionthattheroadhewasgoingwashalfwayupthehill,andledinthedirectionofthecastleoftheDamesRoyalesatBellevue;thatbygoingtothetophewouldconsequentlyturnoutofhisroad,andthatitwasnotrightheshouldtakethistroubleforastranger.
    Myfatherinsisteduponitwithhishabitualgood-nature;but,themoreeagernessheshowed,themoreobstinatelytheoldmanrefused;itevenseemedtomyfatherthathisgoodintentionatlastexcitedhissuspicion.Hethereforecontentedhimselfwithpointingouttheroadtothestranger,whomhesaluted,andhesoonlostsightofhim.
    Manyhourspassedby,andhethoughtnomoreofthemeeting.HehadreachedthecopsesofChaville,where,stretchedonthegroundinamossyglade,hereadoncemorethelastvolumeofEmile.Thedelightofreadingithadsocompletelyabsorbedhimthathehadceasedtoseeorhearanythingaroundhim.Withhischeeksflushedandhiseyesmoist,herepeatedaloudapassagewhichhadparticularlyaffectedhim.
    Anexclamationutteredclosebyhimawokehimfromhisecstasy;heraisedhishead,andperceivedthetradesman-lookingpersonhehadmetbeforeonthecrossroadatViroflay.
    Hewasloadedwithplants,thecollectionofwhichseemedtohaveputhimintohighgood-humor.
    "Athousandthanks,sir,"saidhetomyfather."Ihavefoundallthatyoutoldmeof,andIamindebtedtoyouforacharmingwalk."
    Myfatherrespectfullyrose,andmadeacivilreply.Thestrangerhadgrownquitefamiliar,andevenaskedifhisyoung"brotherbotanist"didnotthinkofreturningtoParis.Myfatherrepliedintheaffirmative,andopenedhistinboxtoputhisbookbackinit.
    Thestrangeraskedhimwithasmileifhemightwithoutimpertinenceaskthenameofit.MyfatheransweredthatitwasRousseausEmile.
    Thestrangerimmediatelybecamegrave.
    Theywalkedforsometimesidebyside,myfatherexpressing,withthewarmthofaheartstillthrobbingwithemotion,allthatthisworkhadmadehimfeel;hiscompanionremainingcoldandsilent.TheformerextolledthegloryofthegreatGenevesewriter,whosegeniushadmadehimacitizenoftheworld;heexpatiatedonthisprivilegeofgreatthinkers,whoreigninspiteoftimeandspace,andgathertogetherapeopleofwillingsubjectsoutofallnations;butthestrangersuddenlyinterruptedhim:
    "Andhowdoyouknow,"saidhe,mildly,"whetherJeanJacqueswouldnotexchangethereputationwhichyouseemtoenvyforthelifeofoneofthewood-cutterswhosechimneyssmokewesee?Whathasfamebroughthimexceptpersecution?Theunknownfriendswhomhisbooksmayhavemadeforhimcontentthemselveswithblessinghimintheirhearts,whilethedeclaredenemiesthattheyhavedrawnuponhimpursuehimwithviolenceandcalumny!Hispridehasbeenflatteredbysuccess:howmanytimeshasitbeenwoundedbysatire?AndbeassuredthathumanprideisliketheSybaritewhowaspreventedfromsleepingbyacreaseinaroseleaf.Theactivityofavigorousmind,bywhichtheworldprofits,almostalwaysturnsagainsthimwhopossessesit.Heexpectsmorefromitashegrowsolder;theidealhepursuescontinuallydisgustshimwiththeactual;heislikeamanwho,withatoo-refinedsight,discernsspotsandblemishesinthemostbeautifulface.Iwillnotspeakofstrongertemptationsandofdeeperdownfalls.Genius,youhavesaid,isakingdom;butwhatvirtuousmanisnotafraidofbeingaking?Hewhofeelsonlyhisgreatpowers,is——withtheweaknessesandpassionsofournature——preparingforgreatfailures.Believeme,sir,theunhappymanwhowrotethisbookisnoobjectofadmirationorofenvy;but,ifyouhaveafeelingheart,pityhim!"
    Myfather,astonishedattheexcitementwithwhichhiscompanionpronouncedtheselastwords,didnotknowwhattoanswer.
    JustthentheyreachedthepavedroadwhichledfromMeudonCastletothatofVersailles;acarriagewaspassing.
    Theladieswhowereinitperceivedtheoldman,utteredanexclamationofsurprise,andleaningoutofthewindowrepeated:
    "ThereisJeanJacques——thereisRousseau!"
    Thenthecarriagedisappearedinthedistance.
    Myfatherremainedmotionless,confounded,andamazed,hiseyeswideopen,andhishandsclasped.
    Rousseau,whohadshudderedonhearinghisnamespoken,turnedtowardhim:
    "Yousee,"saidhe,withthebittermisanthropywhichhislatermisfortuneshadproducedinhim,"JeanJacquescannotevenhidehimself:
    heisanobjectofcuriositytosome,ofmalignitytoothers,andtoallheisapublicthing,atwhichtheypointthefinger.Itwouldsignifylessifhehadonlytosubmittotheimpertinenceoftheidle;but,assoonasamanhashadthemisfortunetomakehimselfaname,hebecomespublicproperty.Everyonerakesintohislife,relateshismosttrivialactions,andinsultshisfeelings;hebecomeslikethosewalls,whicheverypasser-bymaydefacewithsomeabusivewriting.PerhapsyouwillsaythatIhavemyselfencouragedthiscuriositybypublishingmyConfessions.Buttheworldforcedmetoit.Theylookedintomyhousethroughtheblinds,andtheyslanderedme;Ihaveopenedthedoorsandwindows,sothattheyshouldatleastknowmesuchasIam.Adieu,sir.
    Wheneveryouwishtoknowtheworthoffame,rememberthatyouhaveseenRousseau."
    Nineoclock——Ah!nowIunderstandmyfathersstory!ItcontainstheanswertooneofthequestionsIaskedmyselfaweekago.Yes,Inowfeelthatfameandpoweraregiftsthataredearlybought;andthat,whentheydazzlethesoul,bothareoftenest,asMadamedeStaelsays,butundeuileclatantdebonheur!
    Tisbettertobelowlyborn,Andrangewithhumbleliversincontent,Thantobeperkdupinaglisteringgrief,Andwearagoldensorrow.
    [HenryVIII.,ActII.,Scene3.]
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