the magic skin-第10章
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that reflected the lights of Paris。 Above that river; in which but now
he had thought to fling himself; the old man's prediction had been
fulfilled; the hour of his death had been already put back by fate。
〃We really regretted you;〃 said his friend; still pursuing his theme。
〃It was a question of a plan in which we included you as a superior
person; that is to say; somebody who can put himself above other
people。 The constitutional thimble…rig is carried on to…day; dear boy;
more seriously than ever。 The infamous monarchy; displaced by the
heroism of the people; was a sort of drab; you could laugh and revel
with her; but La Patrie is a shrewish and virtuous wife; and willy…
nilly you must take her prescribed endearments。 Then besides; as you
know; authority passed over from the Tuileries to the journalists; at
the time when the Budget changed its quarters and went from the
Faubourg Saint…Germain to the Chaussee de Antin。 But this you may not
know perhaps。 The Government; that is; the aristocracy of lawyers and
bankers who represent the country to…day; just as the priests used to
do in the time of the monarchy; has felt the necessity of mystifying
the worthy people of France with a few new words and old ideas; like
philosophers of every school; and all strong intellects ever since
time began。 So now Royalist…national ideas must be inculcated; by
proving to us that it is far better to pay twelve million francs;
thirty…three centimes to La Patrie; represented by Messieurs Such…and…
Such; than to pay eleven hundred million francs; nine centimes to a
king who used to say _I_ instead of WE。 In a word; a journal; with two
or three hundred thousand francs; good; at the back of it; has just
been started; with a view to making an opposition paper to content the
discontented; without prejudice to the national government of the
citizen…king。 We scoff at liberty as at despotism now; and at religion
or incredulity quite impartially。 And since; for us; 'our country'
means a capital where ideas circulate and are sold at so much a line;
a succulent dinner every day; and the play at frequent intervals;
where profligate women swarm; where suppers last on into the next day;
and light loves are hired by the hour like cabs; and since Paris will
always be the most adorable of all countries; the country of joy;
liberty; wit; pretty women; mauvais sujets; and good wine; where the
truncheon of authority never makes itself disagreeably felt; because
one is so close to those who wield it;we; therefore; sectaries of
the god Mephistopheles; have engaged to whitewash the public mind; to
give fresh costumes to the actors; to put a new plank or two in the
government booth; to doctor doctrinaires; and warm up old Republicans;
to touch up the Bonapartists a bit; and revictual the Centre; provided
that we are allowed to laugh in petto at both kings and peoples; to
think one thing in the morning and another at night; and to lead a
merry life a la Panurge; or to recline upon soft cushions; more
orientali。
〃The sceptre of this burlesque and macaronic kingdom;〃 he went on; 〃we
have reserved for you; so we are taking you straightway to a dinner
given by the founder of the said newspaper; a retired banker; who; at
a loss to know what to do with his money; is going to buy some brains
with it。 You will be welcomed as a brother; we shall hail you as king
of these free lances who will undertake anything; whose perspicacity
discovers the intentions of Austria; England; or Russia before either
Russia; Austria or England have formed any。 Yes; we will invest you
with the sovereignty of those puissant intellects which give to the
world its Mirabeaus; Talleyrands; Pitts; and Metternichsall the
clever Crispins who treat the destinies of a kingdom as gamblers'
stakes; just as ordinary men play dominoes for Kirschenwasser。 We have
given you out to be the most undaunted champion who ever wrestled in a
drinking…bout at close quarters with the monster called Carousal; whom
all bold spirits wish to try a fall with; we have gone so far as to
say that you have never yet been worsted。 I hope you will not make
liars of us。 Taillefer; our amphitryon; has undertaken to surpass the
circumscribed saturnalias of the petty modern Lucullus。 He is rich
enough to infuse pomp into trifles; and style and charm into
dissipation 。 。 。 Are you listening; Raphael?〃 asked the orator;
interrupting himself。
〃Yes;〃 answered the young man; less surprised by the accomplishment of
his wishes than by the natural manner in which the events had come
about。
He could not bring himself to believe in magic; but he marveled at the
accidents of human fate。
〃Yes; you say; just as if you were thinking of your grandfather's
demise;〃 remarked one of his neighbors。
〃Ah!〃 cried Raphael; 〃I was thinking; my friends; that we are in a
fair way to become very great scoundrels;〃 and there was an
ingenuousness in his tones that set these writers; the hope of young
France; in a roar。 〃So far our blasphemies have been uttered over our
cups; we have passed our judgments on life while drunk; and taken men
and affairs in an after…dinner frame of mind。 We were innocent of
action; we were bold in words。 But now we are to be branded with the
hot iron of politics; we are going to enter the convict's prison and
to drop our illusions。 Although one has no belief left; except in the
devil; one may regret the paradise of one's youth and the age of
innocence; when we devoutly offered the tip of our tongue to some good
priest for the consecrated wafer of the sacrament。 Ah; my good
friends; our first peccadilloes gave us so much pleasure because the
consequent remorse set them off and lent a keen relish to them; but
nowadays〃
〃Oh! now;〃 said the first speaker; 〃there is still left〃
〃What?〃 asked another。
〃Crime〃
〃There is a word as high as the gallows and deeper than the Seine;〃
said Raphael。
〃Oh; you don't understand me; I mean political crime。 Since this
morning; a conspirator's life is the only one I covet。 I don't know
that the fancy will last over to…morrow; but to…night at least my
gorge rises at the anaemic life of our civilization and its railroad
evenness。 I am seized with a passion for the miseries of retreat from
Moscow; for the excitements of the Red Corsair; or for a smuggler's
life。 I should like to go to Botany Bay; as we have no Chartreaux left
us here in France; it is a sort of infirmary reserved for little Lord
Byrons who; having crumpled up their lives like a serviette after
dinner; have nothing left to do but to set their country ablaze; blow
their own brains out; plot for a republic or clamor for a war〃
〃Emile;〃 Raphael's neighbor called eagerly to the speaker; 〃on my
honor; but for the revolution of July I would have taken orders; and
gone off down into the country somewhere to lead the life of an
animal; and〃
〃And you would have read your breviary through every day。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You are a coxcomb!〃
〃Why; we read the newspapers as it is!〃
〃Not bad that; for a journalist! But hold your tongue; we are going
through a crowd of subscribers。 Journalism; look you; is the religion
of modern society; and has even gone a little further。〃
〃What do you mean?〃
〃Its pontiffs are not obliged to believe in it any more than the
people are。〃
Chatting thus; like good fellows who have known their De Viris
illustribus for years past; they reached a mansion in the Rue Joubert。
Emile was a journalist who had acquired more reputation by dint of
doing nothing than others had derived from their achievements。 A bold;
caustic; and powerful critic; he possessed all the qualities that his
defects permitted。 An outspoken giber; he made numberless epigrams on
a friend to his face; but would defend him; if absent; with courage
and loyalty。 He laughed at everything; even at his own career。 Always
impecunious; he ye