zanoni-第74章
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〃Give it me; and wait without till I am dressed。〃
〃At your service。 I have bespoke an excellent breakfast: you
must be hungry。 I am a very tolerable cook; a monk's son ought
to be! You will be startled at my genius in the dressing of
fish。 My singing; I trust; will not disturb you。 I always sing
while I prepare a salad; it harmonises the ingredients。〃 And
slinging his carbine over his shoulder; Paolo sauntered from the
room; and closed the door。
Glyndon was already deep in the contents of the following
letter:
〃When I first received thee as my pupil; I promised Zanoni; if
convinced by thy first trials that thou couldst but swell; not
the number of our order; but the list of the victims who have
aspired to it in vain; I would not rear thee to thine own
wretchedness and doom;I would dismiss thee back to the world。
I fulfil my promise。 Thine ordeal has been the easiest that
neophyte ever knew。 I asked for nothing but abstinence from the
sensual; and a brief experiment of thy patience and thy faith。
Go back to thine own world; thou hast no nature to aspire to
ours!
〃It was I who prepared Paolo to receive thee at the revel。 It
was I who instigated the old beggar to ask thee for alms。 It was
I who left open the book that thou couldst not read without
violating my command。 Well; thou hast seen what awaits thee at
the threshold of knowledge。 Thou hast confronted the first foe
that menaces him whom the senses yet grasp and inthrall。 Dost
thou wonder that I close upon thee the gates forever? Dost thou
not comprehend; at last; that it needs a soul tempered and
purified and raised; not by external spells; but by its own
sublimity and valour; to pass the threshold and disdain the foe?
Wretch! all my silence avails nothing for the rash; for the
sensual;for him who desires our secrets but to pollute them to
gross enjoyments and selfish vice。 How have the imposters and
sorcerers of the earlier times perished by their very attempt to
penetrate the mysteries that should purify; and not deprave!
They have boasted of the Philosopher's Stone; and died in rags;
of the immortal elixir; and sunk to their grave; grey before
their time。 Legends tell you that the fiend rent them into
fragments。 Yes; the fiend of their own unholy desires and
criminal designs! What they coveted; thou covetest; and if thou
hadst the wings of a seraph thou couldst soar not from the slough
of thy mortality。 Thy desire for knowledge; but petulant
presumption; thy thirst for happiness; but the diseased longing
for the unclean and muddied waters of corporeal pleasure; thy
very love; which usually elevates even the mean; a passion that
calculates treason amidst the first glow of lust。 THOU one of
us; thou a brother of the August Order; thou an Aspirant to the
Stars that shine in the Shemaia of the Chaldean lore! The eagle
can raise but the eaglet to the sun。 I abandon thee to thy
twilight!
〃But; alas for thee; disobedient and profane! thou hast inhaled
the elixir; thou hast attracted to thy presence a ghastly and
remorseless foe。 Thou thyself must exorcise the phantom thou
hast raised。 Thou must return to the world; but not without
punishment and strong effort canst thou regain the calm and the
joy of the life thou hast left behind。 This; for thy comfort;
will I tell thee: he who has drawn into his frame even so little
of the volatile and vital energy of the aerial juices as thyself;
has awakened faculties that cannot sleep;faculties that may
yet; with patient humility; with sound faith; and the courage
that is not of the body like thine; but of the resolute and
virtuous mind; attain; if not to the knowledge that reigns above;
to high achievement in the career of men。 Thou wilt find the
restless influence in all that thou wouldst undertake。 Thy
heart; amidst vulgar joys will aspire to something holier; thy
ambition; amidst coarse excitement; to something beyond thy
reach。 But deem not that this of itself will suffice for glory。
Equally may the craving lead thee to shame and guilt。 It is but
an imperfect and new…born energy which will not suffer thee to
repose。 As thou directest it; must thou believe it to be the
emanation of thine evil genius or thy good。
〃But woe to thee! insect meshed in the web in which thou hast
entangled limbs and wings! Thou hast not only inhaled the
elixir; thou hast conjured the spectre; of all the tribes of the
space; no foe is so malignant to man;and thou hast lifted the
veil from thy gaze。 I cannot restore to thee the happy dimness
of thy vision。 Know; at least; that all of usthe highest and
the wisestwho have; in sober truth; passed beyond the
threshold; have had; as our first fearful task; to master and
subdue its grisly and appalling guardian。 Know that thou CANST
deliver thyself from those livid eyes;know that; while they
haunt; they cannot harm; if thou resistest the thoughts to which
they tempt; and the horror they engender。 DREAD THEM MOST WHEN
THOU BEHOLDEST THEM NOT。 And thus; son of the worm; we part!
All that I can tell thee to encourage; yet to warn and to guide;
I have told thee in these lines。 Not from me; from thyself has
come the gloomy trial from which I yet trust thou wilt emerge
into peace。 Type of the knowledge that I serve; I withhold no
lesson from the pure aspirant; I am a dark enigma to the general
seeker。 As man's only indestructible possession is his memory;
so it is not in mine art to crumble into matter the immaterial
thoughts that have sprung up within thy breast。 The tyro might
shatter this castle to the dust; and topple down the mountain to
the plain。 The master has no power to say; 'Exist no more;' to
one THOUGHT that his knowledge has inspired。 Thou mayst change
the thoughts into new forms; thou mayst rarefy and sublimate it
into a finer spirit;but thou canst not annihilate that which
has no home but in the memory; no substance but the idea。 EVERY
THOUGHT IS A SOUL! Vainly; therefore; would I or thou undo the
past; or restore to thee the gay blindness of thy youth。 Thou
must endure the influence of the elixir thou hast inhaled; thou
must wrestle with the spectre thou hast invoked!〃
The letter fell from Glyndon's hand。 A sort of stupor succeeded
to the various emotions which had chased each other in the
perusal;a stupor resembling that which follows the sudden
destruction of any ardent and long…nursed hope in the human
heart; whether it be of love; of avarice; of ambition。 The
loftier world for which he had so thirsted; sacrificed; and
toiled; was closed upon him 〃forever;〃 and by his own faults of
rashness and presumption。 But Glyndon's was not of that nature
which submits long to condemn itself。 His indignation began to
kindle against Mejnour; who owned he had tempted; and who now
abandoned him;abandoned him to the presence of a spectre。 The
mystic's reproaches stung rather than humbled him。 What crime
had he committed to deserve language so harsh and disdainful?
Was it so deep a debasement to feel pleasure in the smile and the
eyes of Fillide? Had not Zanoni himself confessed love for
Viola; had he not fled with her as his companion? Glyndon never
paused to consider if there are no distinctions between one kind
of love and another。 Where; too; was the great offence of
yielding to a temptation which only existed for the brave? Had
not the mystic volume which Mejnour had purposely left open; bid
him but 〃Beware of fear〃? Was not; then; every wilful
provocative held out to the strongest influences of the human
mind; in the prohibition to enter the chamber; in the possession
of the key which excited his curiosity; in the volume which
seemed to dictate the mode by which the curiosity was to be
gratified? As rapidly these thoughts passed over him; he began
to consider the whole conduct of Mejnour either as a perfidious
design to entrap him to his own misery; o