the research magnificent-第67章
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road that had once been the lordly approach to his fastness。 Below they passed an abandoned palace of vast extent； a palace with great terraces and the still traceable outline of gardens； though there were green things pushing between the terrace steps； and trees thrust out of the empty windows。 Here from a belvedere of which the skull…like vestige still remained； the negro Emperor Christophe； after fourteen years of absolute rule； had watched for a time the smoke of the burning of his cane…fields in the plain below； and then； learning that his bodyguard had deserted him； had gone in and blown out his brains。 He had christened the place after the best of examples； 〃Sans Souci。〃 But the citadel above； which was to have been his last defence； he never used。 The defection of his guards made him abandon that。 To build it； they say； cost Hayti thirty thousand lives。 He had the true Imperial lavishness。 So high it was； so lost in a wilderness of trees and bush； looking out over a land relapsed now altogether to a barbarism of patch and hovel； so solitary and chill under the tropical skyfor even the guards who still watched over its suspected treasures feared to live in its ghostly galleries and had made hovels outside its wallsand at the same time so huge and grandiosethere were walls thirty feet thick； galleries with scores of rust…eaten cannon； circular dining…halls； king's apartments and queen's apartments； towering battlements and great arched doorways that it seemed to Benham to embody the power and passing of that miracle of human history； tyranny； the helpless bowing of multitudes before one man and the transitoriness of such glories； more completely than anything he had ever seen or imagined in the world before。 Beneath the battlementsthey are choked above with jungle grass and tamarinds and many flowery weedsthe precipice fell away a sheer two thousand feet； and below spread a vast rich green plain populous and diversified； bounded at last by the blue sea； like an amethystine wall。 Over this precipice Christophe was wont to fling his victims； and below this terrace were bottle…shaped dungeons where men； broken and torn； thrust in at the neck…like hole above； starved and died： it was his headquarters here； here he had his torture chambers and the means for nameless cruelties。 。 。 。 〃Not a hundred years ago；〃 said Benham's companion； and told the story of the disgraced favourite； the youth who had offended。 〃Leap；〃 said his master； and the poor hypnotized wretch； after one questioning glance at the conceivable alternatives； made his last gesture of servility； and then stood out against the sky； swayed； and with a convulsion of resolve； leapt and shot headlong down through the shimmering air。 Came presently the little faint sound of his fall。 The Emperor satisfied turned away； unmindful of the fact that this projectile he had launched had caught among the bushes below； and presently struggled and found itself still a living man。 It could scramble down to the road and； what is more wonderful； hope for mercy。 An hour and it stood before Christophe again； with an arm broken and bloody and a face torn； a battered thing now but with a faint flavour of pride in its bearing。 〃Your bidding has been done； Sire；〃 it said。 〃So；〃 said the Emperor； unappeased。 〃And you live？ Well Leap again。 。 。 。〃 And then came other stories。 The young man told them as he had heard them； stories of ferocious wholesale butcheries； of men standing along the walls of the banqueting chamber to be shot one by one as the feast went on； of exquisite and terrifying cruelties； and his one note of wonder； his refrain was； 〃HERE！ Not a hundred years ago。 。 。 。 It makes one almost believe that somewhere things of this sort are being done now。〃 They ate their lunch together amidst the weedy flowery ruins。 The lizards which had fled their coming crept out again to bask in the sunshine。 The soldier…guide and guard scrabbled about with his black fingers in the ruinous and rifled tomb of Christophe in a search for some saleable memento。 。 。 。 Benham sat musing in silence。 The thought of deliberate cruelty was always an actual physical distress to him。 He sat bathed in the dreamy afternoon sunlight and struggled against the pictures that crowded into his mind； pictures of men aghast at death； and of fear… driven men toiling in agony； and of the shame of extorted obedience and of cringing and crawling black figures； and the defiance of righteous hate beaten down under blow and anguish。 He saw eyes alight with terror and lips rolled back in agony； he saw weary hopeless flight before striding proud destruction； he saw the poor trampled mangled dead； and he shivered in his soul。 。 。 。 He hated Christophe and all that made Christophe； he hated pride； and then the idea came to him that it is not pride that makes Christophes but humility。 There is in the medley of man's composition； deeper far than his superficial working delusion that he is a separated self…seeking individual； an instinct for cooperation and obedience。 Every natural sane man wants； though he may want it unwittingly； kingly guidance； a definite direction for his own partial life。 At the bottom of his heart he feels； even if he does not know it definitely； that his life is partial。 He is driven to join himself on。 He obeys decision and the appearance of strength as a horse obeys its rider's voice。 One thinks of the pride； the uncontrolled frantic will of this black ape of all Emperors； and one forgets the universal docility that made him possible。 Usurpation is a crime to which men are tempted by human dirigibility。 It is the orderly peoples who create tyrants； and it is not so much restraint above as stiff insubordination below that has to be taught to men。 There are kings and tyrannies and imperialisms； simply because of the unkingliness of men。 And as he sat upon the battlements of La Ferriere； Benham cast off from his mind his last tolerance for earthly kings and existing States； and expounded to another human being for the first time this long…cherished doctrine of his of the Invisible King who is the lord of human destiny； the spirit of nobility； who will one day take the sceptre and rule the earth。 。 。 。 To the young American's naive American response to any simply felt emotion； he seemed with his white earnestness and his glowing eyes a veritable prophet。 。 。 。 〃This is the root idea of aristocracy；〃 said Benham。 〃I have never heard the underlying spirit of democracy； the real true Thing in democracy； so thoroughly expressed；〃 said the young American。
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Benham's notes on race and racial cultures gave White tantalizing glimpses of a number of picturesque experiences。 The adventure in Kieff had first roused Benham to the reality of racial quality。 He was caught in the wheels of a pogrom。 〃Before that time I had been disposed to minimize and deny race。 I still think it need not prevent men from the completest social co… operation； but I see now better than I did how difficult it is for any man to purge from his mind the idea that he is not primarily a Jew； a Teuton； or a Kelt； but a man。 You can persuade any one in five minutes that he or she belongs to some special and blessed and privileged sort of human being； it takes a lifetime to destroy that persuasion。 There are these confounded differences of colour； of eye and brow； of nose or hair； small differences in themselves except that they give a foothold and foundation for tremendous fortifications of prejudice and tradition； in which hostilities and hatreds may gather。 When I think of a Jew's nose； a Chinaman's eyes or a negro's colour I am reminded of that fatal little pit which nature has left in the vermiform appendix； a thing no use in itself and of no significance； but a gathering…place for mischief。 The extremest case of race…feeling is the Jewish case； and even here； I am convinced； it is the Bible and the Talmud and the exertions of those inevitable professional champions who live upon racial feeling； far more than their common distinction of blood； which holds this people together banded against mankind。〃 Between the lines of such general propositions as this White read little scraps of intimation that linked wi
