sartor resartus-第14章
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Eye。 Let those who have Eyes look through him； then he may be useful。
〃Thou wilt have no Mystery and Mysticism； wilt walk through thy world by the sunshine of what thou callest Truth； or even by the hand…lamp of what I call Attorney…Logic； and 'explain' all； 'account' for all； or believe nothing of it？ Nay； thou wilt attempt laughter； whoso recognizes the unfathomable； all…pervading domain of Mystery； which is everywhere under our feet and among our hands； to whom the Universe is an Oracle and Temple； as well as a Kitchen and Cattle…stall；he shall be a delirious Mystic； to him thou； with sniffing charity； wilt protrusively proffer thy hand…lamp； and shriek； as one injured； when he kicks his foot through it？_Armer Teufel_！ Doth not thy cow calve； doth not thy bull gender？ Thou thyself； wert thou not born； wilt thou not die？ 'Explain' me all this； or do one of two things： Retire into private places with thy foolish cackle； or； what were better； give it up； and weep； not that the reign of wonder is done； and God's world all disembellished and prosaic； but that thou hitherto art a Dilettante and sand…blind Pedant。〃
CHAPTER XI。 PROSPECTIVE。
The Philosophy of Clothes is now to all readers； as we predicted it would do； unfolding itself into new boundless expansions； of a cloud…capt； almost chimerical aspect； yet not without azure loomings in the far distance； and streaks as of an Elysian brightness； the highly questionable purport and promise of which it is becoming more and more important for us to ascertain。 Is that a real Elysian brightness； cries many a timid wayfarer； or the reflex of Pandemonian lava？ Is it of a truth leading us into beatific Asphodel meadows； or the yellow…burning marl of a Hell…on…Earth？
Our Professor； like other Mystics； whether delirious or inspired； gives an Editor enough to do。 Ever higher and dizzier are the heights he leads us to； more piercing； all…comprehending； all…confounding are his views and glances。 For example； this of Nature being not an Aggregate but a Whole：
〃Well sang the Hebrew Psalmist： 'If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the Universe； God is there。' Thou thyself； O cultivated reader； who too probably art no Psalmist； but a Prosaist； knowing GOD only by tradition； knowest thou any corner of the world where at least FORCE is not？ The drop which thou shakest from thy wet hand； rests not where it falls； but to…morrow thou findest it swept away； already on the wings of the North…wind； it is nearing the Tropic of Cancer。 How came it to evaporate； and not lie motionless？ Thinkest thou there is aught motionless； without Force； and utterly dead？
〃As I rode through the Schwarzwald； I said to myself： That little fire which glows star…like across the dark…growing （_nachtende_） moor； where the sooty smith bends over his anvil； and thou hopest to replace thy lost horse…shoe；is it a detached； separated speck； cut off from the whole Universe； or indissolubly joined to the whole？ Thou fool； that smithy…fire was （primarily） kindled at the Sun； is fed by air that circulates from before Noah's Deluge； from beyond the Dog…star； therein； with Iron Force； and Coal Force； and the far stranger Force of Man； are cunning affinities and battles and victories of Force brought about； it is a little ganglion； or nervous centre； in the great vital system of Immensity。 Call it； if thou wilt； an unconscious Altar； kindled on the bosom of the All； whose iron sacrifice； whose iron smoke and influence reach quite through the All； whose dingy Priest； not by word； yet by brain and sinew； preaches forth the mystery of Force； nay preaches forth （exoterically enough） one little textlet from the Gospel of Freedom； the Gospel of Man's Force； commanding； and one day to be all…commanding。
〃Detached； separated！ I say there is no such separation： nothing hitherto was ever stranded； cast aside； but all； were it only a withered leaf； works together with all； is borne forward on the bottomless； shoreless flood of Action； and lives through perpetual metamorphoses。 The withered leaf is not dead and lost； there are Forces in it and around it； though working in inverse order； else how could it rot？ Despise not the rag from which man makes Paper； or the litter from which the earth makes Corn。 Rightly viewed no meanest object is insignificant； all objects are as windows； through which the philosophic eye looks into Infinitude itself。〃
Again； leaving that wondrous Schwarzwald Smithy…Altar； what vacant； high…sailing air…ships are these； and whither will they sail with us？
〃All visible things are emblems； what thou seest is not there on its own account； strictly taken； is not there at all： Matter exists only spiritually； and to represent some Idea； and _body_ it forth。 Hence Clothes； as despicable as we think them； are so unspeakably significant。 Clothes； from the King's mantle downwards； are emblematic； not of want only； but of a manifold cunning Victory over Want。 On the other hand； all Emblematic things are properly Clothes； thought…woven or hand…woven： must not the Imagination weave Garments； visible Bodies； wherein the else invisible creations and inspirations of our Reason are； like Spirits； revealed； and first become all…powerful； the rather if； as we often see； the Hand too aid her； and （by wool Clothes or otherwise） reveal such even to the outward eye？
〃Men are properly said to be clothed with Authority； clothed with Beauty； with Curses； and the like。 Nay； if you consider it； what is Man himself； and his whole terrestrial Life； but an Emblem； a Clothing or visible Garment for that divine ME of his； cast hither； like a light…particle； down from Heaven？ Thus is he said also to be clothed with a Body。
〃Language is called the Garment of Thought： however； it should rather be； Language is the Flesh…Garment； the Body； of Thought。 I said that Imagination wove this Flesh…Garment； and does not she？ Metaphors are her stuff： examine Language； what； if you except some few primitive elements （of natural sound）； what is it all but Metaphors； recognized as such； or no longer recognized； still fluid and florid； or now solid…grown and colorless？ If those same primitive elements are the osseous fixtures in the Flesh…Garment； Language；then are Metaphors its muscles and tissues and living integuments。 An unmetaphorical style you shall in vain seek for： is not your very _Attention_ a _Stretching…to_？ The difference lies here： some styles are lean； adust； wiry； the muscle itself seems osseous； some are even quite pallid； hunger…bitten and dead…looking； while others again glow in the flush of health and vigorous self…growth； sometimes （as in my own case） not without an apoplectic tendency。 Moreover； there are sham Metaphors； which overhanging that same Thought's…Body （best naked）； and deceptively bedizening； or bolstering it out； may be called its false stuffings； superfluous show…cloaks （_Putz…Mantel_）； and tawdry woollen rags： whereof he that runs and reads may gather whole hampers；and burn them。〃
Than which paragraph on Metaphors did the reader ever chance to see a more surprisingly metaphorical？ However； that is not our chief grievance； the Professor continues：
〃Why multiply instances？ It is written； the Heavens and the Earth shall fade away like a Vesture； which indeed they are： the Time…vesture of the Eternal。 Whatsoever sensibly exists； whatsoever represents Spirit to Spirit； is properly a Clothing； a suit of Raiment； put on for a season； and to be laid off。 Thus in this one pregnant subject of CLOTHES； rightly understood； is included all that men have thought； dreamed； done； and been： the whole External Universe and what it holds is but Clothing； and the essence of all Science lies in the PHILOSOPHY OF CLOTHES。〃
Towards these dim infinitely expanded regions； close…bordering on the impalpable Inane； it is not without apprehension； and perpetual difficulties； that the Editor sees himself journeying and struggling。 Till lately a cheerful daystar of hope hung before him； in the expected Aid of Hofrath Heuschrecke； which daystar； however； melts now； not into the red of morning； but into a vague； gray half…light； uncertain whether dawn of day or
