dona perecta-第10章
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in the Alamillos on very great occasions； and daily walks to a place called Mundogrande； where were often disinterred from the accumulated dust of twenty centuries； medals； bits of architecture； and occasionally an amphora or cubicularia of inestimable value。
Don Cayetano and Dona Perfecta lived in such perfect harmony that the peace of Paradise was not to be compared to it。 They never disagreed。 It is true that Don Cayetano never interfered in the affairs of the house nor Dona Perfecta in those of the library； except to have it swept and dusted every Saturday； regarding with religious respect the books and papers that were in use on the table or anywhere else in the room。
After the questions and answers proper to the occasion had been interchanged Don Cayetano said：
〃I have already looked at the books。 I am very sorry that you did not bring me the edition of 1527。 I shall have to make a journey to Madrid myself。 Are you going to remain with us long？ The longer the better； my dear Pepe。 How glad I am to have you here！ Between us both we will arrange a part of my library and make an index of the writers on the Art of Horsemanship。 It is not always one has at hand a man of your talents。 You shall see my library。 You can take your fill of reading thereas often as you like。 You will see marvels； real marvels； inestimable treasures； rare works that no one but myself has a copy of。 But I think it must be time for dinner； is it not； Jose？ Is it not； Perfecta？ Is it not； Rosarito？ Is it not； Senor Don Inocencio？ To…day you are doubly a PenitentiaryI mean because you will accompany us in doing penance。〃
The canon bowed and smiled； manifesting his pleased acquiescence。 The dinner was substantial； and in all the dishes there was noticeable the excessive abundance of country banquets； realized at the expense of variety。 There was enough to surfeit twice as many persons as sat down to table。 The conversation turned on various subjects。
〃You must visit our cathedral as soon as possible；〃 said the canon。 〃There are few cathedrals like ours； Senor Don Jose！ But of course you； who have seen so many wonders in foreign countries； will find nothing remarkable in our old church。 We poor provincials of Orbajosa； however； think it divine。 Master Lopez of Berganza； one of the prebendaries of the cathedral； called it in the sixteenth century /pulchra augustissima/。 But perhaps for a man of your learning it would possess no merit； and some market constructed of iron would seem more beautiful。〃
The ironical remarks of the wily canon annoyed Pepe Rey more and more every moment； but； determined to control himself and to conceal his anger； he answered only with vague words。 Dona Perfecta then took up the theme and said playfully：
〃Take care； Pepito； I warn you that if you speak ill of our holy church we shall cease to be friends。 You know a great deal； you are a man eminent for your knowledge on every subject； but if you are going to discover that that grand edifice is not the eighth wonder of the world you will do well to keep your knowledge to yourself and leave us in our ignorance。〃
〃Far from thinking that the building is not handsome；〃 responded Pepe； 〃the little I have seen of its exterior has seemed to me of imposing beauty。 So there is no need for you to be alarmed； aunt。 And I am very far from being a savant。〃
〃Softly； softly；〃 said the canon； extending his hand and giving his mouth a truce from eating in order to talk。 〃Stop theredon't come now pretending modesty； Senor Don Jose； we are too well aware of your great merit； of the high reputation you enjoy and the important part you play wherever you are； for that。 Men like you are not to be met with every day。 But now that I have extolled your merits in this way〃
He stopped to eat a mouthful； and when his tongue was once more at liberty he continued thus：
〃Now that I have extolled your merits in this way； permit me to express a different opinion with the frankness which belongs to my character。 Yes； Senor Don Jose； yes； Senor Don Cayetano； yes； senora and senorita； science； as the moderns study and propagate it； is the death of sentiment and of every sweet illusion。 Under its influence the life of the spirit declines； every thing is reduced to fixed rules； and even the sublime charms of nature disappear。 Science destroys the marvellous in the arts； as well as faith in the soul。 Science says that every thing is a lie； and would reduce every thing to figures and lines； not only /maria ac terras/； where we are； but /coelumque profundum/； where God is。 The wonderful visions of the soul； its mystic raptures； even the inspiration of the poets； are all a lie。 The heart is a sponge； the brain； a place for breeding maggots。〃
Every one laughed； while the canon took a draught of wine。
〃Come； now； will Senor Don Jose deny；〃 continued the ecclesiastic； 〃that science； as it is taught and propagated to…day； is fast making of the world and of the human race a great machine？〃
〃That depends；〃 said Don Cayetano。 〃Every thing has its /pro/ and its /contra/。〃
〃Take some more salad； Senor Penitentiary；〃 said Dona Perfecta； 〃it is just as you like itwith a good deal of mustard。〃
Pepe Rey was not fond of engaging in useless discussions； he was not a pedant； nor did he desire to make a display of his learning； and still less did he wish to do so in the presence of women； and in a private re…union； but the importunate and aggressive verbosity of the canon required； in his opinion； a corrective。 To flatter his vanity by agreeing with his views would； he thought； be a bad way to give it to him； and he determined therefore to express only such opinions as should be most directly opposed to those of the sarcastic Penitentiary and most offensive to him。
〃So you wish to amuse yourself at my expense；〃 he said to himself。 〃Wait； and you will see what a fine dance I will lead you。〃
Then he said aloud：
〃All that the Senor Penitentiary has said ironically is the truth。 But it is not our fault if science overturns day after day the vain idols of the past： its superstitions； its sophisms； its innumerable fables beautiful； some of them； ridiculous othersfor in the vineyard of the Lord grow both good fruit and bad。 The world of illusions； which is； as we might say； a second world； is tumbling about us in ruins。 Mysticism in religion； routine in science； mannerism in art； are falling； as the Pagan gods fell； amid jests。 Farewell； foolish dreams！ the human race is awakening and its eyes behold the light。 Its vain sentimentalism； its mysticism； its fevers； its hallucination； its delirium are passing away； and he who was before sick is now well and takes an ineffable delight in the just appreciation of things。 Imagination； the terrible madwoman； who was the mistress of the house； has become the servant。 Look around you； Senor Penitentiary； and you will see the admirable aggregation of truths which has taken the place of fable。 The sky is not a vault； the stars are not little lamps； the moon is not a sportive huntress； but an opaque mass of stone； the sun is not a gayly adorned and vagabond charioteer but a fixed fire； Scylla and Charybdis are not nymphs but sunken rocks； the sirens are seals； and in the order of personages； Mercury is Manzanedo； Mars is a clean… shaven old man； the Count von Moltke； Nestor may be a gentleman in an overcoat； who is called M。 Thiers； Orpheus is Verdi； Vulcan is Krupp； Apollo is any poet。 Do you wish more？ Well； then； Jupiter； a god who； if he were living now； would deserve to be put in jail； does not launch the thunderbolt； but the thunderbolt falls when electricity wills it。 There is no Parnassus； there is no Olympus； there is no Stygian lake； nor are there any other Elysian Fields than those of Paris。 There is no other descent to hell than the descents of Geology； and this traveller； every time he returns from it； declares that there are no damned souls in the centre of the earth。 There are no other ascents to heaven than those of Astronomy； and she； on her return； declares that she has not seen the six or seven circles of which Dante and the mystical dreamers of the Middle Ages speak。 She finds only stars and distances； lines； vast spaces； and nothing more。 T
