sartor resartus-第21章

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courageous；〃　he　succeeded　ill　in　battle；　and　would　fain　have　avoided　it；　a　result；　as　would　appear；　owing　less　to　his　small　personal　stature　（for　in　passionate　seasons　he　was　〃incredibly　nimble〃）；　than　to　his　〃virtuous　principles：〃　　〃if　it　was　disgraceful　to　be　beaten；〃　says　he；　〃it　was　only　a　shade　less　disgraceful　to　have　so　much　as　fought；　thus　was　I　drawn　two　ways　at　once；　and　in　this　important　element　of　school…history；　the　war…element；　had　little　but　sorrow。〃　　On　the　whole；　that　same　excellent　〃Passivity；〃　so　notable　in　Teufelsdrockh's　childhood；　is　here　visibly　enough　again　getting　nourishment。　　〃He　wept　often；　indeed　to　such　a　degree　that　he　was　nicknamed　_Der　Weinende_　（the　Tearful）；　which　epithet；　till　towards　his　thirteenth　year；　was　indeed　not　quite　unmerited。　　Only　at　rare　intervals　did　the　young　soul　burst　forth　into　fire…eyed　rage；　and；　with　a　stormfulness　（_Ungestum_）　under　which　the　boldest　quailed；　assert　that　he　too　had　Rights　of　Man；　or　at　least　of　Mankin。〃　　In　all　which；　who　does　not　discern　a　fine　flower…tree　and　cinnamon…tree　（of　genius）　nigh　choked　among　pumpkins；　reed…grass　and　ignoble　shrubs；　and　forced　if　it　would　live；　to　struggle　upwards　only；　and　not　outwards；　into　a　_height_　quite　sickly；　and　disproportioned　to　its　_breadth_？

We　find；　moreover；　that　his　Greek　and　Latin　were　〃mechanically〃　taught；　Hebrew　scarce　even　mechanically；　much　else　which　they　called　History；　Cosmography；　Philosophy；　and　so　forth；　no　better　than　not　at　all。　　So　that；　except　inasmuch　as　Nature　was　still　busy；　and　he　himself　〃went　about；　as　was　of　old　his　wont；　among　the　Craftsmen's　workshops；　there　learning　many　things；〃　and　farther　lighted　on　some　small　store　of　curious　reading；　in　Hans　Wachtel　the　Cooper's　house；　where　he　lodged；his　time；　it　would　appear；　was　utterly　wasted。　　Which　facts　the　Professor　has　not　yet　learned　to　look　upon　with　any　contentment。　　Indeed；　throughout　the　whole　of　this　Bag　_Scorpio_；　where　we　now　are；　and　often　in　the　following　Bag；　he　shows　himself　unusually　animated　on　the　matter　of　Education；　and　not　without　some　touch　of　what　we　might　presume　to　be　anger。

〃My　Teachers；〃　says　he；　〃were　hide…bound　Pedants；　without　knowledge　of　man's　nature；　or　of　boy's；　or　of　aught　save　their　lexicons　and　quarterly　account…books。　　Innumerable　dead　Vocables　（no　dead　Language；　for　they　themselves　knew　no　Language）　they　crammed　into　us；　and　called　it　fostering　the　growth　of　mind。　　How　can　an　inanimate；　mechanical　Gerund…grinder；　the　like　of　whom　will；　in　a　subsequent　century；　be　manufactured　at　Nurnberg　out　of　wood　and　leather；　foster　the　growth　of　anything；　much　more　of　Mind；　which　grows；　not　like　a　vegetable　（by　having　its　roots　littered　with　etymological　compost）；　but　like　a　spirit；　by　mysterious　contact　of　Spirit；　Thought　kindling　itself　at　the　fire　of　living　Thought？　　How　shall　_he_　give　kindling；　in　whose　own　inward　man　there　is　no　live　coal；　but　all　is　burnt　out　to　a　dead　grammatical　cinder？　　The　Hinterschlag　Professors　knew　syntax　enough；　and　of　the　human　soul　thus　much：　　that　it　had　a　faculty　called　Memory；　and　could　be　acted　on　through　the　muscular　integument　by　appliance　of　birch…rods。

〃Alas；　so　is　it　everywhere；　so　will　it　ever　be；　till　the　Hod…man　is　discharged；　or　reduced　to　hod…bearing；　and　an　Architect　is　hired；　and　on　all　hands　fitly　encouraged：　　till　communities　and　individuals　discover；　not　without　surprise；　that　fashioning　the　souls　of　a　generation　by　Knowledge　can　rank　on　a　level　with　blowing　their　bodies　to　pieces　by　Gunpowder；　that　with　Generals　and　Field…marshals　for　killing；　there　should　be　world…honored　Dignitaries；　and　were　it　possible；　true　God…ordained　Priests；　for　teaching。　But　as　yet；　though　the　Soldier　wears　openly；　and　even　parades；　his　butchering…tool；　nowhere；　far　as　I　have　travelled；　did　the　Schoolmaster　make　show　of　his　instructing…tool：　　nay；　were　he　to　walk　abroad　with　birch　girt　on　thigh；　as　if　he　therefrom　expected　honor；　would　there　not；　among　the　idler　class；　perhaps　a　certain　levity　be　excited？〃

In　the　third　year　of　this　Gymnasic　period；　Father　Andreas　seems　to　have　died：　　the　young　Scholar；　otherwise　so　maltreated；　saw　himself　for　the　first　time　clad　outwardly　in　sables；　and　inwardly　in　quite　inexpressible　melancholy。　　〃The　dark　bottomless　Abyss；　that　lies　under　our　feet；　had　yawned　open；　the　pale　kingdoms　of　Death；　with　all　their　innumerable　silent　nations　and　generations；　stood　before　him；　the　inexorable　word；　NEVER！　now　first　showed　its　meaning。　　My　Mother　wept；　and　her　sorrow　got　vent；　but　in　my　heart　there　lay　a　whole　lake　of　tears；　pent　up　in　silent　desolation。　Nevertheless　the　unworn　Spirit　is　strong；　Life　is　so　healthful　that　it　even　finds　nourishment　in　Death：　　these　stern　experiences；　planted　down　by　Memory　in　my　Imagination；　rose　there　to　a　whole　cypress…forest；　sad　but　beautiful；　waving；　with　not　unmelodious　sighs；　in　dark　luxuriance；　in　the　hottest　sunshine；　through　long　years　of　youth：as　in　manhood　also　it　does；　and　will　do；　for　I　have　now　pitched　my　tent　under　a　Cypress…tree；　the　Tomb　is　now　my　inexpugnable　Fortress；　ever　close　by　the　gate　of　which　I　look　upon　the　hostile　armaments；　and　pains　and　penalties　of　tyrannous　Life　placidly　enough；　and　listen　to　its　loudest　threatenings　with　a　still　smile。　O　ye　loved　ones；　that　already　sleep　in　the　noiseless　Bed　of　Rest；　whom　in　life　I　could　only　weep　for　and　never　help；　and　ye；　who　wide…scattered　still　toil　lonely　in　the　monster…bearing　Desert；　dyeing　the　flinty　ground　with　your　blood；yet　a　little　while；　and　we　shall　all　meet　THERE；　and　our　Mother's　bosom　will　screen　us　all；　and　Oppression's　harness；　and　Sorrow's　fire…whip；　and　all　the　Gehenna　Bailiffs　that　patrol　and　inhabit　ever…vexed　Time；　cannot　thenceforth　harm　us　any　more！　〃

Close　by　which　rather　beautiful　apostrophe；　lies　a　labored　Character　of　the　deceased　Andreas　Futteral；　of　his　natural　ability；　his　deserts　in　life　（as　Prussian　Sergeant）；　with　long　historical　inquiries　into　the　genealogy　of　the　Futteral　Family；　here　traced　back　as　far　as　Henry　the　Fowler：　　the　whole　of　which　we　pass　over；　not　without　astonishment。　　It　only　concerns　us　to　add；　that　now　was　the　time　when　Mother　Gretchen　revealed　to　her　foster…son　that　he　was　not　at　all　of　this　kindred；　or　indeed　of　any　kindred；　having　come　into　historical　existence　in　the　way　already　known　to　us。　　〃Thus　was　I　doubly　orphaned；〃　says　he；　〃bereft　not　only　of　Possession；　but　even　of　Remembrance。　　Sorrow　and　Wonder；　here　suddenly　united；　could　not　but　produce　abundant　fruit。　　Such　a　disclosure；　in　such　a　season；　struck　its　roots　through　my　whole　nature：　　ever　till　the　years　of　mature　manhood；　it　mingled　with　my　whole　thoughts；　was　as　the　stem　whereon　all　my　day…dreams　and　night…dreams　grew。　　A　certain　poetic　elevation；　yet　also　a　corresponding　civic　depression；　it　naturally　imparted：　_I　was　like　no　other_；　in　which　fixed　idea；　leading　sometimes　to　highest；　and　oftener　to　frightfullest　results；　may　there　not　lie　the　first　spring　of　tendencies；　which　in　my　Life　have　become　remarkable　enough？　　As　in　birth；　so　in　action；　speculation；　and　social　position；　my　fellows　are　perhaps　not　numerous。〃


In　the　Bag　_Sagittarius_；　as　we　at　length　discover；　Teufelsdrockh　has　become　a　University　man；　though　how；　when；　or　of　what　quality；　will　nowhere　disclose　itself　with　the　smallest　certainty。　　Few　things；　in　the　way　of　confusion　and　capricious　indistinctness；　can　now　surprise　our　readers；　not　even　the　total　want　of　dates；　almost　without　parallel　in　a　Biographical　work。　　So　enigmatic；　so　chaotic　we　have　always　found；　and　must　always　look　to　find；　these　scattered　Leaves。　　In　_Sagittarius_；　however；　Teufelsdrockh　begins　to　show　himself　even　more　than　usually　Sibylline：　　fragments　of　all　sorts：　　scraps　of　regular　Memoir；　College…Exercises；　Programs；　Professional　Testimoniums；　Milkscores；　torn　Billets；　sometimes　to　appearance　of　an　amatory　cast；　all　blown　together　as　if　by　merest　chance；　henceforth　bewilder　the　sane　Historian。　　To　combine　any　picture　of　these　University；　and　the　subsequent；　years；　much　more；　to　decipher　therein　any　illustrative　primordial　elements　of　the　Clothes…Philosophy；　becomes　such　a　problem　as　the　reader　may　imagine。

So　much　we　can　see；　darkly；　as　through　the　foliage　of　some　wavering　thicket：　　a　y