sartor resartus-第31章
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was Herr Towgood andBlumine！ With slight unrecognizing salutation they passed me； plunged down amid the neighboring thickets； onwards； to Heaven； and to England； and I； in my friend Richter's words； _I remained alone； behind them； with the Night_。〃
Were it not cruel in these circumstances； here might be the place to insert an observation； gleaned long ago from the great _Clothes…Volume_； where it stands with quite other intent： 〃Some time before Small…pox was extirpated；〃 says the Professor； 〃there came a new malady of the spiritual sort on Europe： I mean the epidemic； now endemical； of View…hunting。 Poets of old date； being privileged with Senses； had also enjoyed external Nature； but chiefly as we enjoy the crystal cup which holds good or bad liquor for us； that is to say； in silence； or with slight incidental commentary： never； as I compute； till after the _Sorrows of Werter_； was there man found who would say： Come let us make a Description！ Having drunk the liquor； come let us eat the glass！ Of which endemic the Jenner is unhappily still to seek。〃 Too true！
We reckon it more important to remark that the Professor's Wanderings； so far as his stoical and cynical envelopment admits us to clear insight； here first take their permanent character； fatuous or not。 That Basilisk…glance of the Barouche…and…four seems to have withered up what little remnant of a purpose may have still lurked in him： Life has become wholly a dark labyrinth； wherein； through long years； our Friend； flying from spectres； has to stumble about at random； and naturally with more haste than progress。
Foolish were it in us to attempt following him； even from afar； in this extraordinary world…pilgrimage of his； the simplest record of which； were clear record possible； would fill volumes。 Hopeless is the obscurity； unspeakable the confusion。 He glides from country to country； from condition to condition； vanishing and reappearing； no man can calculate how or where。 Through all quarters of the world he wanders； and apparently through all circles of society。 If in any scene； perhaps difficult to fix geographically； he settles for a time； and forms connections； be sure he will snap them abruptly asunder。 Let him sink out of sight as Private Scholar （_Privatsirender_）； living by the grace of God in some European capital； you may next find him as Hadjee in the neighborhood of Mecca。 It is an inexplicable Phantasmagoria； capricious； quick…changing； as if our Traveller； instead of limbs and highways； had transported himself by some wishing…carpet； or Fortunatus' Hat。 The whole； too； imparted emblematically； in dim multifarious tokens （as that collection of Street…Advertisements）； with only some touch of direct historical notice sparingly interspersed： little light…islets in the world of haze！ So that； from this point； the Professor is more of an enigma than ever。 In figurative language； we might say he becomes； not indeed a spirit； yet spiritualized； vaporized。 Fact unparalleled in Biography： The river of his History； which we have traced from its tiniest fountains； and hoped to see flow onward； with increasing current； into the ocean； here dashes itself over that terrific Lover's Leap； and； as a mad…foaming cataract； flies wholly into tumultuous clouds of spray！ Low down it indeed collects again into pools and plashes； yet only at a great distance； and with difficulty； if at all； into a general stream。 To cast a glance into certain of those pools and plashes； and trace whither they run； must； for a chapter or two； form the limit of our endeavor。
For which end doubtless those direct historical Notices； where they can be met with； are the best。 Nevertheless； of this sort too there occurs much； which； with our present light； it were questionable to emit。 Teufelsdrockh vibrating everywhere between the highest and the lowest levels； comes into contact with public History itself。 For example； those conversations and relations with illustrious Persons； as Sultan Mahmoud； the Emperor Napoleon； and others； are they not as yet rather of a diplomatic character than of a biographic？ The Editor； appreciating the sacredness of crowned heads； nay perhaps suspecting the possible trickeries of a Clothes…Philosopher； will eschew this province for the present； a new time may bring new insight and a different duty。
If we ask now； not indeed with what ulterior Purpose； for there was none； yet with what immediate outlooks； at all events； in what mood of mind； the Professor undertook and prosecuted this world…pilgrimage；the answer is more distinct than favorable。 〃A nameless Unrest；〃 says he； 〃urged me forward； to which the outward motion was some momentary lying solace。 Whither should I go？ My Loadstars were blotted out； in that canopy of grim fire shone no star。 Yet forward must I； the ground burnt under me； there was no rest for the sole of my foot。 I was alone； alone！ Ever too the strong inward longing shaped Phantasms for itself： towards these； one after the other； must I fruitlessly wander。 A feeling I had； that for my fever…thirst there was and must be somewhere a healing Fountain。 To many fondly imagined Fountains； the Saints' Wells of these days； did I pilgrim； to great Men； to great Cities； to great Events： but found there no healing。 In strange countries； as in the well…known； in savage deserts； as in the press of corrupt civilization； it was ever the same： how could your Wanderer escape from_his own Shadow_？ Nevertheless still Forward！ I felt as if in great haste； to do I saw not what。 From the depths of my own heart； it called to me； Forwards！ The winds and the streams； and all Nature sounded to me； Forwards！ _Ach Gott_； I was even； once for all； a Son of Time。〃
From which is it not clear that the internal Satanic School was still active enough？ He says elsewhere： 〃The _Enchiridion of Epictetus_ I had ever with me； often as my sole rational companion； and regret to mention that the nourishment it yielded was trifling。〃 Thou foolish Teufelsdrockh How could it else？ Hadst thou not Greek enough to understand thus much： _The end of Man is an Action； and not a Thought_； though it were the noblest？
〃How I lived？〃 writes he once： 〃Friend； hast thou considered the 'rugged all…nourishing Earth；' as Sophocles well names her； how she feeds the sparrow on the house…top； much more her darling； man？ While thou stirrest and livest； thou hast a probability of victual。 My breakfast of tea has been cooked by a Tartar woman； with water of the Amur； who wiped her earthen kettle with a horse…tail。 I have roasted wild eggs in the sand of Sahara； I have awakened in Paris _Estrapades_ and Vienna _Malzleins_； with no prospect of breakfast beyond elemental liquid。 That I had my Living to seek saved me from Dying；by suicide。 In our busy Europe； is there not an everlasting demand for Intellect； in the chemical； mechanical； political； religious； educational； commercial departments？ In Pagan countries； cannot one write Fetishes？ Living！ Little knowest thou what alchemy is in an inventive Soul； how； as with its little finger； it can create provision enough for the body （of a Philosopher）； and then； as with both hands； create quite other than provision； namely； spectres to torment itself withal。〃
Poor Teufelsdrockh！ Flying with Hunger always parallel to him； and a whole Infernal Chase in his rear； so that the countenance of Hunger is comparatively a friend's！ Thus must he； in the temper of ancient Cain； or of the modern Wandering Jew；save only that he feels himself not guilty and but suffering the pains of guilt；wend to and fro with aimless speed。 Thus must he； over the whole surface of the Earth （by footprints）； write his _Sorrows of Teufelsdrockh_； even as the great Goethe； in passionate words； had to write his _Sorrows of Werter_； before the spirit freed herself； and he could become a Man。 Vain truly is the hope of your swiftest Runner to escape 〃from his own Shadow〃！ Nevertheless； in these sick days； when the Born of Heaven first descries himself （about the age of twenty） in a world such as ours； richer than usual in two things； in Truths grown obsolete； and Trades grown obsolete；what can the fool think but that it is all a D
