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THE DEVIL IN MANUSCRIPT
On a bitter evening of December; I arrived by mail in a large
town; which was then the residence of an intimate friend; one of
those gifted youths who cultivate poetry and the belles…lettres;
and call themselves students at law。 My first business; after
supper; was to visit him at the office of his distinguished
instructor。 As I have said; it was a bitter night; clear
starlight; but cold as Nova Zembla;the shop…windows along the
street being frosted; so as almost to hide the lights; while the
wheels of coaches thundered equally loud over frozen earth and
pavements of stone。 There was no snow; either on the ground or
the roofs of the houses。 The wind blew so violently; that I had
but to spread my cloak like a main…sail; and scud along the
street at the rate of ten knots; greatly envied by other
navigators; who were beating slowly up; with the gale right in
their teeth。 One of these I capsized; but was gone on the wings
of the wind before he could even vociferate an oath。
After this picture of an inclement night; behold us seated by a
great blazing fire; which looked so comfortable and delicious
that I felt inclined to lie down and roll among the hot coals。
The usual furniture of a lawyer's office was around us;rows of
volumes in sheepskin; and a multitude of writs; summonses; and
other legal papers; scattered over the desks and tables。 But
there were certain objects which seemed to intimate that we had
little dread of the intrusion of clients; or of the learned
counsellor himself; who; indeed; was attending court in a distant
town。 A tall; decanter…shaped bottle stood on the table; between
two tumblers; and beside a pile of blotted manuscripts;
altogether dissimilar to any law documents recognized in our
courts。 My friend; whom I shall call Oberon;it was a name of
fancy and friendship between him and me;my friend Oberon looked
at these papers with a peculiar expression of disquietude。
〃I do believe;〃 said he; soberly; 〃or; at least; I could believe;
if I chose; that there is a devil in this pile of blotted papers。
You have read them; and know what I mean;that conception in
which I endeavored to embody the character of a fiend; as
represented in our traditions and the written records of
witchcraft。 Oh; I have a horror of what was created in my own
brain; and shudder at the manuscripts in which I gave that dark
idea a sort of material existence! Would they were out of my
sight!〃
〃And of mine; too;〃 thought I。
〃You remember;〃 continued Oberon; 〃how the hellish thing used to
suck away the happiness of those who; by a simple concession that
seemed almost innocent; subjected themselves to his power。 Just
so my peace is gone; and all by these accursed manuscripts。 Have
you felt nothing of the same influence?〃
〃Nothing;〃 replied I; 〃unless the spell be hid in a desire to
turn novelist; after reading your delightful tales。〃
〃Novelist!〃 exclaimed Oberon; half seriously。 〃Then; indeed; my
devil has his claw on you! You are gone! You cannot even pray for
deliverance! But we will be the last and only victims; for this
night I mean to burn the manuscripts; and commit the fiend to his
retribution in the flames。〃
〃Burn your tales!〃 repeated I; startled at the desperation of the
idea。
〃Even so;〃 said the author; despondingly。 〃You cannot conceive
what an effect the composition of these tales has had on me。 I
have become ambitious of a bubble; and careless of solid
reputation。 I am surrounding myself with shadows; which bewilder
me; by aping the realities of life。 They have drawn me aside from
the beaten path of the world; and led me into a strange sort of
solitude;a solitude in the midst of men;…where nobody wishes
for what I do; nor thinks nor feels as I do。 The tales have done
all this。 When they are ashes; perhaps I shall be as I was before
they had existence。 Moreover; the sacrifice is less than you may
suppose; since nobody will publish them。〃
〃That does make a difference; indeed;〃 said I。
〃They have been offered; by letter;〃 continued Oberon; reddening
with vexation; 〃to some seventeen booksellers。 It would make you
stare to read their answers; and read them you should; only that
I burnt them as fast as they arrived。 One man publishes nothing
but school…books; another has five novels already under
examination。〃
〃What a voluminous mass the unpublished literature of America
must be!〃 cried I。
〃Oh; the Alexandrian manuscripts were nothing to it!〃 said my
friend。 〃Well; another gentleman is just giving up business; on
purpose; I verily believe; to escape publishing my book。 Several;
however; would not absolutely decline the agency; on my advancing
half the cost of an edition; and giving bonds for the remainder;
besides a high percentage to themselves; whether the book sells
or not。 Another advises a subscription。〃
〃The villain!〃 exclaimed I。
〃A fact!〃 said Oberon。 〃In short; of all the seventeen
booksellers; only one has vouchsafed even to read my tales; and
hea literary dabbler himself; I should judgehas the
impertinence to criticise them; proposing what he calls vast
improvements; and concluding; after a general sentence of
condemnation; with the definitive assurance that he will not be
concerned on any terms。〃
〃It might not be amiss to pull that fellow's nose;〃 remarked I。
〃If the whole 'trade' had one common nose; there would be some
satisfaction in pulling it;〃 answered the author。 〃But; there
does seem to be one honest man among these seventeen unrighteous
ones; and he tells me fairly; that no American publisher will
meddle with an American work;seldom if by a known writer; and
never if by a new one;unless at the writer's risk。〃
〃The paltry rogues!〃 cried I。 〃Will they live by literature; and
yet risk nothing for its sake? But; after all; you might publish
on your own account。〃
〃And so I might;〃 replied Oberon。 〃But the devil of the business
is this。 These people have put me so out of conceit with the
tales; that I loathe the very thought of them; and actually
experience a physical sickness of the stomach; whenever I glance
at them on the table。 I tell you there is a demon in them! I
anticipate a wild enjoyment in seeing them in the blaze; such as
I should feel in taking vengeance on an enemy; or destroying
something noxious。〃
I did not very strenuously oppose this determination; being
privately of opinion; in spite of my partiality for the author;
that his tales would make a more brilliant appearance in the fire
than anywhere else。 Before proceeding to execution; we broached
the bottle of champagne; which Oberon had provided for keeping up
his spirits in this doleful business。 We swallowed each a
tumblerful; in sparkling commotion; it went bubbling down our
throats; and brightened my eyes at once; but left my friend sad
and heavy as before。 He drew the tales towards him; with a
mixture of natural affection and natural disgust; like a father
taking a deformed infant into his arms。
〃Pooh! Pish! Pshaw!〃 exclaimed he; holding them at arm's…length。
〃It was Gray's idea of heaven; to lounge on a sofa and read new
novels。 Now; what more appropriate torture would Dante himself
have contrived; for the sinner who perpetrates a bad book; than
to be continually turning over the manuscript?〃
〃It would fail of effect;〃 said I; 〃because a bad author is
always his own great admirer。〃
〃I lack that one characteristic of my tribe;the only desirable
one;〃 observed Oberon。 〃But how many recollections throng upon
me; as I turn over these leaves! This scene came into my fancy as
I walked along a hilly road; on a starlight October evening; in
the pure and bracing air; I became all soul; and felt as if I
could climb the sky; and run a race along the Milky Way。 Here is
another tale; in which I wrapt myself during a dark and dreary
night…ride in the month