the magic skin-第47章

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But；　on　my　word；　it　cost　us　a　lot　of　money！　And；　after　all；　M。

Porriquet；　he　said　to　me　at　last：



〃　'Jonathan；　you　will　look　after　me　as　if　I　were　a　baby　in　long

clothes；'　Yes；　sir；　'long　clothes！'　those　were　his　very　words。　'You

will　think　of　all　my　requirements　for　me。'　I　am　the　master；　so　to

speak；　and　he　is　the　servant；　you　understand？　The　reason　of　it？　Ah；　my

word；　that　is　just　what　nobody　on　earth　knows　but　himself　and　God

Almighty。　It　is　quite　inconciliable！〃



〃He　is　writing　a　poem！〃　exclaimed　the　old　professor。



〃You　think　he　is　writing　a　poem；　sir？　It's　a　very　absorbing　affair；

then！　But；　you　know；　I　don't　think　he　is。　He　wants　to　vergetate。　Only

yesterday　he　was　looking　at　a　tulip　while　he　was　dressing；　and　he　said

to　me：



〃　'There　is　my　own　lifeI　am　vergetating；　my　poor　Jonathan。'　Now；

some　of　them　insist　that　that　is　monomania。　It　is　inconciliable！〃



〃All　this　makes　it　very　clear　to　me；　Jonathan；〃　the　professor

answered；　with　a　magisterial　solemnity　that　greatly　impressed　the　old

servant；　〃that　your　master　is　absorbed　in　a　great　work。　He　is　deep　in

vast　meditations；　and　has　no　wish　to　be　distracted　by　the　petty

preoccupations　of　ordinary　life。　A　man　of　genius　forgets　everything

among　his　intellectual　labors。　One　day　the　famous　Newton〃



〃Newton？oh；　ah！　I　don't　know　the　name；〃　said　Jonathan。



〃Newton；　a　great　geometrician；〃　Porriquet　went　on；　〃once　sat　for

twenty…four　hours　leaning　his　elbow　on　the　table；　when　he　emerged　from

his　musings；　he　was　a　day　out　in　his　reckoning；　just　as　if　he　had　been

sleeping。　I　will　go　to　see　him；　dear　lad；　I　may　perhaps　be　of　some　use

to　him。〃



〃Not　for　a　moment！〃　Jonathan　cried。　〃Not　though　you　were　King　of

FranceI　mean　the　real　old　one。　You　could　not　go　in　unless　you　forced

the　doors　open　and　walked　over　my　body。　But　I　will　go　and　tell　him　you

are　here；　M。　Porriquet；　and　I　will　put　it　to　him　like　this；　'Ought　he

to　come　up？'　And　he　will　say　Yes　or　No。　I　never　say；　'Do　you　wish？'　or

'Will　you？'　or　'Do　you　want？'　Those　words　are　scratched　out　of　the

dictionary。　He　let　out　at　me　once　with　a　'Do　you　want　to　kill　me？'　he

was　so　very　angry。〃



Jonathan　left　the　old　schoolmaster　in　the　vestibule；　signing　to　him　to

come　no　further；　and　soon　returned　with　a　favorable　answer。　He　led　the

old　gentleman　through　one　magnificent　room　after　another；　where　every

door　stood　open。　At　last　Porriquet　beheld　his　pupil　at　some　distance

seated　beside　the　fire。



Raphael　was　reading　the　paper。　He　sat　in　an　armchair　wrapped　in　a

dressing…gown　with　some　large　pattern　on　it。　The　intense　melancholy

that　preyed　upon　him　could　be　discerned　in　his　languid　posture　and

feeble　frame；　it　was　depicted　on　his　brow　and　white　face；　he　looked

like　some　plant　bleached　by　darkness。　There　was　a　kind　of　effeminate

grace　about　him；　the　fancies　peculiar　to　wealthy　invalids　were　also

noticeable。　His　hands　were　soft　and　white；　like　a　pretty　woman's；　he

wore　his　fair　hair；　now　grown　scanty；　curled　about　his　temples　with　a

refinement　of　vanity。



The　Greek　cap　that　he　wore　was　pulled　to　one　side　by　the　weight　of　its

tassel；　too　heavy　for　the　light　material　of　which　it　was　made。　He　had

let　the　paper…knife　fall　at　his　feet；　a　malachite　blade　with　gold

mounting；　which　he　had　used　to　cut　the　leaves　of　the　book。　The　amber

mouthpiece　of　a　magnificent　Indian　hookah　lay　on　his　knee；　the

enameled　coils　lay　like　a　serpent　in　the　room；　but　he　had　forgotten　to

draw　out　its　fresh　perfume。　And　yet　there　was　a　complete　contradiction

between　the　general　feebleness　of　his　young　frame　and　the　blue　eyes；

where　all　his　vitality　seemed　to　dwell；　an　extraordinary　intelligence

seemed　to　look　out　from　them　and　to　grasp　everything　at　once。



That　expression　was　painful　to　see。　Some　would　have　read　despair　in

it；　and　others　some　inner　conflict　terrible　as　remorse。　It　was　the

inscrutable　glance　of　helplessness　that　must　perforce　consign　its

desires　to　the　depths　of　its　own　heart；　or　of　a　miser　enjoying　in

imagination　all　the　pleasures　that　his　money　could　procure　for　him；

while　he　declines　to　lessen　his　hoard；　the　look　of　a　bound　Prometheus；

of　the　fallen　Napoleon　of　1815；　when　he　learned　at　the　Elysee　the

strategical　blunder　that　his　enemies　had　made；　and　asked　for　twenty…

four　hours　of　command　in　vain；　or　rather　it　was　the　same　look　that

Raphael　had　turned　upon　the　Seine；　or　upon　his　last　piece　of　gold　at

the　gaming…table　only　a　few　months　ago。



He　was　submitting　his　intelligence　and　his　will　to　the　homely　common…

sense　of　an　old　peasant　whom　fifty　years　of　domestic　service　had

scarcely　civilized。　He　had　given　up　all　the　rights　of　life　in　order　to

live；　he　had　despoiled　his　soul　of　all　the　romance　that　lies　in　a

wish；　and　almost　rejoiced　at　thus　becoming　a　sort　of　automaton。　The

better　to　struggle　with　the　cruel　power　that　he　had　challenged；　he　had

followed　Origen's　example；　and　had　maimed　and　chastened　his

imagination。



The　day　after　he　had　seen　the　diminution　of　the　Magic　Skin；　at　his

sudden　accession　of　wealth；　he　happened　to　be　at　his　notary's　house。　A

well…known　physician　had　told　them　quite　seriously；　at　dessert；　how　a

Swiss　attacked　by　consumption　had　cured　himself。　The　man　had　never

spoken　a　word　for　ten　years；　and　had　compelled　himself　to　draw　six

breaths　only；　every　minute；　in　the　close　atmosphere　of　a　cow…house；

adhering　all　the　time　to　a　regimen　of　exceedingly　light　diet。　〃I　will

be　like　that　man；〃　thought　Raphael　to　himself。　He　wanted　life　at　any

price；　and　so　he　led　the　life　of　a　machine　in　the　midst　of　all　the

luxury　around　him。



The　old　professor　confronted　this　youthful　corpse　and　shuddered；　there

seemed　something　unnatural　about　the　meagre；　enfeebled　frame。　In　the

Marquis；　with　his　eager　eyes　and　careworn　forehead；　he　could　hardly

recognize　the　fresh…cheeked　and　rosy　pupil　with　the　active　limbs；　whom

he　remembered。　If　the　worthy　classicist；　sage　critic；　and　general

preserver　of　the　traditions　of　correct　taste　had　read　Byron；　he　would

have　thought　that　he　had　come　on　a　Manfred　when　he　looked　to　find

Childe　Harold。



〃Good　day；　pere　Porriquet；〃　said　Raphael；　pressing　the　old

schoolmaster's　frozen　fingers　in　his　own　damp　ones；　〃how　are　you？〃



〃I　am　very　well；〃　replied　the　other；　alarmed　by　the　touch　of　that

feverish　hand。　〃But　how　about　you？〃



〃Oh；　I　am　hoping　to　keep　myself　in　health。〃



〃You　are　engaged　in　some　great　work；　no　doubt？〃



〃No；〃　Raphael　answered。　〃Exegi　monumemtum；　pere　Porriquet；　I　have

contributed　an　important　page　to　science；　and　have　now　bidden　her

farewell　for　ever。　I　scarcely　know　where　my　manuscript　is。〃



〃The　style　is　no　doubt　correct？〃　queried　the　schoolmaster。　〃You；　I

hope；　would　never　have　adopted　the　barbarous　language　of　the　new

school；　which　fancies　it　has　worked　such　wonders　by　discovering

Ronsard！〃



〃My　work　treats　of　physiology　pure　and　simple。〃



〃Oh；　then；　there　is　no　more　to　be　said；〃　the　schoolmaster　answered。

〃Grammar　must　yield　to　the　exigencies　of　discovery。　Nevertheless；

young　man；　a　lucid　and　harmonious　stylethe　diction　of　Massillon；　of

M。　de　Buffon；　of　the　great　Racinea　classical　style；　in　short；　can

never　spoil　anythingBut；　my　friend；〃　the　schoolmaster　interrupted

himself；　〃I　was　forgetting　the　object　of　my　visit；　which　concerns　my

own　interests。〃



Too　late　Raphael　recalled　to　mind　the　verbose　eloquence　and　elegant

circumlocutions　which　in　a　long　professorial　career　had　grown　habitual

to　his　old　tutor；　and　almost　regretted　that　he　had　admitted　him；　but

just　as　he　was　about　to　wish　to　see　him　safely　outside；　he　promptly

suppressed　his　secret　desire　with　a　stealthy　glance　at　the　Magic　Skin。

It　hung　there　before　him；　fastened　down　upon　some　white　material；

surrounded　by　a　red　line　accurately　traced　about　its　prophetic

outlines。　Since　that　fatal　carouse；　Raphael　had　stifled　every　least

whim；　and　had　lived　so　as　not　to　cause　the　slightest　movement　in　the

terrible　talisman。　The　Ma