the lily of the valley-第50章
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like the whirlwinds of the desertthe desert; whose torrid expanse is
in her eyes; the azure; love…laden desert; with its changeless skies;
its cool and starry nights。 What a contrast to Clochegourde! the east
and the west! the one drawing into her every drop of moisture for her
own nourishment; the other exuding her soul; wrapping her dear ones in
her luminous atmosphere; the one quick and slender; the other slow and
massive。
Have you ever reflected on the actual meaning of the manners and
customs and morals of England? Is it not the deification of matter? a
well…defined; carefully considered Epicureanism; judiciously applied?
No matter what may be said against the statement; England is
materialist;possibly she does not know it herself。 She lays claim to
religion and morality; from which; however; divine spirituality; the
catholic soul; is absent; and its fructifying grace cannot be replaced
by any counterfeit; however well presented it may be。 England
possesses in the highest degree that science of existence which turns
to account every particle of materiality; the science that makes her
women's slippers the most exquisite slippers in the world; gives to
their linen ineffable fragrance; lines their drawers with cedar;
serves tea carefully drawn; at a certain hour; banishes dust; nails
the carpets to the floors in every corner of the house; brushes the
cellar walls; polishes the knocker of the front door; oils the springs
of the carriage;in short; makes matter a nutritive and downy pulp;
clean and shining; in the midst of which the soul expires of enjoyment
and the frightful monotony of comfort in a life without contrasts;
deprived of spontaneity; and which; to sum all in one word; makes a
machine of you。
Thus I suddenly came to know; in the bosom of this British luxury; a
woman who is perhaps unique among her sex; who caught me in the nets
of a love excited by my indifference; and to the warmth of which I
opposed a stern continence;one of those loves possessed of
overwhelming charm; an electricity of their own; which lead us to the
skies through the ivory gates of slumber; or bear us thither on their
powerful pinions。 A love monstrously ungrateful; which laughs at the
bodies of those it kills; love without memory; a cruel love;
resembling the policy of the English nation; a love to which; alas;
most men yield。 You understand the problem? Man is composed of matter
and spirit; animality comes to its end in him; and the angel begins in
him。 There lies the struggle we all pass through; between the future
destiny of which we are conscious and the influence of anterior
instincts from which we are not wholly detached;carnal love and
divine love。 One man combines them; another abstains altogether; some
there are who seek the satisfaction of their anterior appetites from
the whole sex; others idealize their love in one woman who is to them
the universe; some float irresolutely between the delights of matter
and the joys of soul; others spiritualize the body; requiring of it
that which it cannot give。
If; thinking over these leading characteristics of love; you take into
account the dislikes and the affinities which result from the
diversity of organisms; and which sooner or later break all ties
between those who have not fully tried each other; if you add to this
the mistakes arising from the hopes of those who live more
particularly either by their minds; or by their hearts; or by action;
who either think; or feel; or act; and whose tendency is misunderstood
in the close association in which two persons; equal counterparts;
find themselves; you will have great indulgence for sorrows to which
the world is pitiless。 Well; Lady Dudley gratified the instincts;
organs; appetites; the vices and virtues of the subtile matter of
which we are made; she was the mistress of the body; Madame de
Mortsauf was the wife of the soul。 The love which the mistress
satisfies has its limits; matter is finite; its inherent qualities
have an ascertained force; it is capable of saturation; often I felt a
void even in Paris; near Lady Dudley。 Infinitude is the region of the
heart; love had no limits at Clochegourde。 I loved Lady Dudley
passionately; and certainly; though the animal in her was magnificent;
she was also superior in mind; her sparkling and satirical
conversation had a wide range。 But I adored Henriette。 At night I wept
with happiness; in the morning with remorse。
Some women have the art to hide their jealousy under a tone of angelic
kindness; they are; like Lady Dudley; over thirty years of age。 Such
women know how to feel and how to calculate; they press out the juices
of to…day and think of the future also; they can stifle a moan; often
a natural one; with the will of a huntsman who pays no heed to a wound
in the ardor of the chase。 Without ever speaking of Madame de
Mortsauf; Arabella endeavored to kill her in my soul; where she ever
found her; her own passion increasing with the consciousness of that
invincible love。 Intending to triumph by comparisons which would turn
to her advantage; she was never suspicious; or complaining; or
inquisitive; as are most young women; but; like a lioness who has
seized her prey and carries it to her lair to devour; she watched that
nothing should disturb her feast; and guarded me like a rebellious
captive。 I wrote to Henriette under her very eyes; but she never read
a line of my letters; she never sought in any way to know to whom they
were addressed。 I had my liberty; she seemed to say to herself; 〃If I
lose him it shall be my own fault;〃 and she proudly relied on a love
that would have given me her life had I asked for it;in fact she
often told me that if I left her she would kill herself。 I have heard
her praise the custom of Indian widows who burn themselves upon their
husband's grave。 〃In India that is a distinction reserved for the
higher classes;〃 she said; 〃and is very little understood by
Europeans; who are incapable of understanding the grandeur of the
privilege; you must admit; however; that on the dead level of our
modern customs aristocracy can rise to greatness only through
unparalleled devotions。 How can I prove to the middle classes that the
blood in my veins is not the same as theirs; unless I show them that I
can die as they cannot? Women of no birth can have diamonds and satins
and horseseven coats…of…arms; which ought to be sacred to us; for
any one can buy a name。 But to love; with our heads up; in defiance of
law; to die for the idol we have chosen; with the sheets of our bed
for a shroud; to lay earth and heaven at his feet; robbing the
Almighty of his right to make a god; and never to betray that man;
never; never; even for virtue's sake;for; to refuse him anything in
the name of duty is to devote ourselves to something that is not HE;
and let that something be a man or an idea; it is betrayal all the
same;these are heights to which common women cannot attain; they
know but two matter…of…fact ways; the great high…road of virtue; or
the muddy path of the courtesan。〃
Pride; you see; was her instrument; she flattered all vanities by
deifying them。 She put me so high that she might live at my feet; in
fact; the seductions of her spirit were literally expressed by an
attitude of subserviency and her complete submission。 In what words
shall I describe those first six months when I was lost in enervating
enjoyments; in the meshes of a love fertile in pleasures and knowing
how to vary them with a cleverness learned by long experience; yet
hiding that knowledge beneath the transports of passion。 These
pleasures; the sudden revelation of the poetry of the senses;
constitute the powerful tie which binds young men to women older than
they。 It is the chain of the galley…slave; it leaves an ineffaceable
brand upon the soul; filling it with disgust for pure and innocent
love decked with flowers only; which serves no alcohol in curiousl