sartor resartus-第11章
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s most awake！ Which of your Philosophical Systems is other than a dream…theorem； a net quotient； confidently given out； where divisor and dividend are both unknown？ What are all your national Wars； with their Moscow Retreats； and sanguinary hate…filled Revolutions； but the Somnambulism of uneasy Sleepers？ This Dreaming； this Somnambulism is what we on Earth call Life； wherein the most indeed undoubtingly wander； as if they knew right hand from left； yet they only are wise who know that they know nothing。
〃Pity that all Metaphysics had hitherto proved so inexpressibly unproductive！ The secret of Man's Being is still like the Sphinx's secret： a riddle that he cannot rede； and for ignorance of which he suffers death； the worst death； a spiritual。 What are your Axioms； and Categories； and Systems； and Aphorisms？ Words； words。 High Air…castles are cunningly built of Words； the Words well bedded also in good Logic…mortar； wherein； however； no Knowledge will come to lodge。 _The whole is greater than the part_： how exceedingly true！ _Nature abhors a vacuum_： how exceedingly false and calumnious！ Again； _Nothing can act but where it is_： with all my heart； only； WHERE is it？ Be not the slave of Words： is not the Distant； the Dead； while I love it； and long for it； and mourn for it； Here； in the genuine sense； as truly as the floor I stand on？ But that same WHERE； with its brother WHEN； are from the first the master…colors of our Dream…grotto； say rather； the Canvas （the warp and woof thereof） whereon all our Dreams and Life…visions are painted。 Nevertheless； has not a deeper meditation taught certain of every climate and age； that the WHERE and WHEN； so mysteriously inseparable from all our thoughts； are but superficial terrestrial adhesions to thought； that the Seer may discern them where they mount up out of the celestial EVERYWHERE and FOREVER： have not all nations conceived their God as Omnipresent and Eternal； as existing in a universal HERE； an everlasting Now？ Think well； thou too wilt find that Space is but a mode of our human Sense； so likewise Time； there _is_ no Space and no Time： WE arewe know not what；light…sparkles floating in the ether of Deity！
〃So that this so solid…seeming World； after all； were but an air…image； our ME the only reality： and Nature； with its thousand…fold production and destruction； but the reflex of our own inward Force； the 'phantasy of our Dream；' or what the Earth…Spirit in _Faust_ names it； _the living visible Garment of God_：
〃'In Being's floods； in Action's storm； I walk and work； above； beneath； Work and weave in endless motion！ Birth and Death； An infinite ocean； A seizing and giving The fire of Living： 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply； And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by。'
Of twenty millions that have read and spouted this thunder…speech of the _Erdgeist_； are there yet twenty units of us that have learned the meaning thereof？
〃It was in some such mood； when wearied and fordone with these high speculations； that I first came upon the question of Clothes。 Strange enough； it strikes me； is this same fact of there being Tailors and Tailored。 The Horse I ride has his own whole fell： strip him of the girths and flaps and extraneous tags I have fastened round him； and the noble creature is his own sempster and weaver and spinner； nay his own boot…maker； jeweller； and man…milliner； he bounds free through the valleys； with a perennial rain…proof court…suit on his body； wherein warmth and easiness of fit have reached perfection； nay； the graces also have been considered； and frills and fringes； with gay variety of color； featly appended； and ever in the right place； are not wanting。 While Igood Heaven！ have thatched myself over with the dead fleeces of sheep； the bark of vegetables； the entrails of worms； the hides of oxen or seals； the felt of furred beasts； and walk abroad a moving Rag…screen； overheaped with shreds and tatters raked from the Charnel…house of Nature； where they would have rotted； to rot on me more slowly！ Day after day； I must thatch myself anew； day after day； this despicable thatch must lose some film of its thickness； some film of it； frayed away by tear and wear； must be brushed off into the Ashpit； into the Laystall； till by degrees the whole has been brushed thither； and I； the dust…making； patent Rat…grinder； get new material to grind down。 O subter…brutish！ vile！ most vile！ For have not I too a compact all…enclosing Skin； whiter or dingier？ Am I a botched mass of tailors' and cobblers' shreds； then； or a tightly articulated； homogeneous little Figure； automatic； nay alive？
〃Strange enough how creatures of the human…kind shut their eyes to plainest facts； and by the mere inertia of Oblivion and Stupidity； live at ease in the midst of Wonders and Terrors。 But indeed man is； and was always； a blockhead and dullard； much readier to feel and digest； than to think and consider。 Prejudice； which he pretends to hate； is his absolute lawgiver； mere use…and…wont everywhere leads him by the nose； thus let but a Rising of the Sun； let but a Creation of the World happen _twice_； and it ceases to be marvellous； to be noteworthy； or noticeable。 Perhaps not once in a lifetime does it occur to your ordinary biped； of any country or generation； be he gold…mantled Prince or russet…jerkined Peasant； that his Vestments and his Self are not one and indivisible； that _he_ is naked； without vestments； till he buy or steal such； and by forethought sew and button them。
〃For my own part； these considerations； of our Clothes…thatch； and how； reaching inwards even to our heart of hearts； it tailorizes and demoralizes us； fill me with a certain horror at myself and mankind； almost as one feels at those Dutch Cows； which； during the wet season； you see grazing deliberately with jackets and petticoats （of striped sacking）； in the meadows of Gouda。 Nevertheless there is something great in the moment when a man first strips himself of adventitious wrappages； and sees indeed that he is naked； and； as Swift has it； 'a forked straddling animal with bandy legs；' yet also a Spirit； and unutterable Mystery of Mysteries。〃
CHAPTER IX。 ADAMITISM。
Let no courteous reader take offence at the opinions broached in the conclusion of the last Chapter。 The Editor himself； on first glancing over that singular passage； was inclined to exclaim： What； have we got not only a Sansculottist； but an enemy to Clothes in the abstract？ A new Adamite； in this century； which flatters itself that it is the Nineteenth； and destructive both to Superstition and Enthusiasm？
Consider； thou foolish Teufelsdrockh； what benefits unspeakable all ages and sexes derive from Clothes。 For example； when thou thyself； a watery； pulpy； slobbery freshman and new…comer in this Planet； sattest muling and puking in thy nurse's arms； sucking thy coral； and looking forth into the world in the blankest manner； what hadst thou been without thy blankets； and bibs； and other nameless hulls？ A terror to thyself and mankind！ Or hast thou forgotten the day when thou first receivedst breeches； and thy long clothes became short？ The village where thou livedst was all apprised of the fact； and neighbor after neighbor kissed thy pudding…cheek； and gave thee； as handsel； silver or copper coins； on that the first gala…day of thy existence。 Again； wert not thou； at one period of life； a Buck； or Blood； or Macaroni； or Incroyable； or Dandy； or by whatever name； according to year and place； such phenomenon is distinguished？ In that one word lie included mysterious volumes。 Nay； now when the reign of folly is over； or altered； and thy clothes are not for triumph but for defence； hast thou always worn them perforce； and as a consequence of Man's Fall； never rejoiced in them as in a warm movable House； a Body round thy Body； wherein that strange THEE of thine sat snug； defying all variations of Climate？ Girt with thick double…milled kerseys； half buried under shawls and broadbrims； and overalls and mudboots； thy very fingers cased in doeskin and mittens； thou hast bestrode that 〃Horse I ride；〃 and； though it were in wild winter；
