the essays of montaigne, v19-第10章
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go thither by accident; or if they easily slide and slip into the path
that leads us to it? But thou dost not die because thou art sick; thou
diest because thou art living: death kills thee without the help of
sickness: and sickness has deferred death in some; who have lived longer
by reason that they thought themselves always dying; to which may be
added; that as in wounds; so in diseases; some are medicinal and
wholesome。 The stone is often no less long…lived than you; we see men
with whom it has continued from their infancy even to their extreme old
age; and if they had not broken company; it would have been with them
longer still; you more often kill it than it kills you。 And though it
should present to you the image of approaching death; were it not a good
office to a man of such an age; to put him in mind of his end? And;
which is worse; thou hast no longer anything that should make thee desire
to be cured。 Whether or no; common necessity will soon call thee away。
Do but consider how skilfully and gently she puts thee out of concern
with life; and weans thee from the world; not forcing thee with a
tyrannical subjection; like so many other infirmities which thou seest
old men afflicted withal; that hold them in continual torment; and keep
them in perpetual and unintermitted weakness and pains; but by warnings
and instructions at intervals; intermixing long pauses of repose; as it
were to give thee opportunity to meditate and ruminate upon thy lesson;
at thy own ease and leisure。 To give thee means to judge aright; and to
assume the resolution of a man of courage; it presents to thee the state
of thy entire condition; both in good and evil; and one while a very
cheerful and another an insupportable life; in one and the same day。 If
thou embracest not death; at least thou shakest hands with it once a
month; whence thou hast more cause to hope that it will one day surprise
thee without menace; and that being so often conducted to the water…side;
but still thinking thyself to be upon the accustomed terms; thou and thy
confidence will at one time or another be unexpectedly wafted over。 A
man cannot reasonably complain of diseases that fairly divide the time
with health。〃
I am obliged to Fortune for having so often assaulted me with the same
sort of weapons: she forms and fashions me by use; hardens and habituates
me; so that I can know within a little for how much I shall be quit。 For
want of natural memory; I make one of paper; and as any new symptom
happens in my disease; I set it down; whence it falls out that; having
now almost passed through all sorts of examples; if anything striking
threatens me; turning over these little loose notes; as the Sybilline
leaves; I never fail of finding matter of consolation from some
favourable prognostic in my past experience。 Custom also makes me hope
better for the time to come; for; the conduct of this clearing out having
so long continued; 'tis to be believed that nature will not alter her
course; and that no other worse accident will happen than what I already
feel。 And besides; the condition of this disease is not unsuitable to my
prompt and sudden complexion: when it assaults me gently; I am afraid;
for 'tis then for a great while; but it has; naturally; brisk and
vigorous excesses; it claws me to purpose for a day or two。 My kidneys
held out an age without alteration; and I have almost now lived another;
since they changed their state; evils have their periods; as well as
benefits: peradventure; the infirmity draws towards an end。 Age weakens
the heat of my stomach; and; its digestion being less perfect; sends this
crude matter to my kidneys; why; at a certain revolution; may not the
heat of my kidneys be also abated; so that they can no more petrify my
phlegm; and nature find out some other way of purgation。 Years have
evidently helped me to drain certain rheums; and why not these excrements
which furnish matter for gravel? But is there anything delightful in
comparison of this sudden change; when from an excessive pain; I come; by
the voiding of a stone; to recover; as by a flash of lightning; the
beautiful light of health; so free and full; as it happens in our sudden
and sharpest colics? Is there anything in the pain suffered; that one
can counterpoise to the pleasure of so sudden an amendment? Oh; how much
does health seem the more pleasant to me; after a sickness so near and so
contiguous; that I can distinguish them in the presence of one another;
in their greatest show; when they appear in emulation; as if to make head
against and dispute it with one another! As the Stoics say that vices
are profitably introduced to give value to and to set off virtue; we can;
with better reason and less temerity of conjecture; say that nature has
given us pain for the honour and service of pleasure and indolence。 When
Socrates; after his fetters were knocked off; felt the pleasure of that
itching which the weight of them had caused in his legs; he rejoiced to
consider the strict alliance betwixt pain and pleasure; how they are
linked together by a necessary connection; so that by turns they follow
and mutually beget one another; and cried out to good AEsop; that he
ought out of this consideration to have taken matter for a fine fable。
The worst that I see in other diseases is; that they are not so grievous
in their effect as they are in their issue: a man is a whole year in
recovering; and all the while full of weakness and fear。 There is so
much hazard; and so many steps to arrive at safety; that there is no end
on't before they have unmuffled you of a kerchief; and then of a cap;
before they allow you to walk abroad and take the air; to drink wine; to
lie with your wife; to eat melons; 'tis odds you relapse into some new
distemper。 The stone has this privilege; that it carries itself clean
off: whereas the other maladies always leave behind them some impression
and alteration that render the body subject to a new disease; and lend a
hand to one another。 Those are excusable that content themselves with
possessing us; without extending farther and introducing their followers;
but courteous and kind are those whose passage brings us any profitable
issue。 Since I have been troubled with the stone; I find myself freed
from all other accidents; much more; methinks; than I was before; and
have never had any fever since; I argue that the extreme and frequent
vomitings that I am subject to purge me: and; on the other hand; my
distastes for this and that; and the strange fasts I am forced to keep;
digest my peccant humours; and nature; with those stones; voids whatever
there is in me superfluous and hurtful。 Let them never tell me that it
is a medicine too dear bought: for what avail so many stinking draughts;
so many caustics; incisions; sweats; setons; diets; and so many other
methods of cure; which often; by reason we are not able to undergo their
violence and importunity; bring us to our graves? So that when I have
the stone; I look upon it as physic; when free from it; as an absolute
deliverance。
And here is another particular benefit of my disease; which is; that it
almost plays its game by itself; and lets 'me play mine; if I have only
courage to do it; for; in its greatest fury; I have endured it ten hours
together on horseback。 Do but endure only; you need no other regimen
play; run; dine; do this and t'other; if you can; your debauch will do
you more good than harm; say as much to one that has the pox; the gout;
or hernia! The other diseases have more universal obligations; rack our
actions after another kind of manner; disturb our whole order; and to
their consideration engage the whole state of life: this only pinches the
skin; it leaves the understanding and the will wholly at our own
disposal; and the tongue; the hands; and the feet; it rather awakens than
stupefies you。 The soul is struck with the ardour of a fever;
overwhelmed with an epilepsy; and displaced by a sharp megrim; and; in
short; astounded by all the diseases that hurt the whole mass and the
most noble parts; this never meddles with the soul; if anything goes
amiss with her; 'tis