MALLEUS MALEFICARUM (O MARTELO DA BRUXA) (com aproximadamente 30% de prólogos e prefácios, de facínoras ou não)

Kramer & Sprenger, 1486 (Summers,1928, 1948, [Wicca Society, 2001].

GLOSSÁRIO ENDEMONIADO POLIGLOTA

euhemerism: “The philosophy attributed to and named for Euhemerus, a Greek mythographer, holds that many mythological tales can be attributed to historical persons and events, the accounts of which have become altered and exaggerated over time.”

pitonisa: vidente, cartomante

zigurate: templo piramidal com terraplanagem (vários terraços configurando andares)

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PREFÁCIOS & INTRODUÇÕES GERAIS

Estimates of the death toll during the Inquisition worldwide range from 600,000 to as high as 9,000,000 (over its 250 year long course) (…) Thus has it been said that The Malleus Maleficarum is one of the most blood-soaked works in human history, in that its very existence reinforced and validated Catholic beliefs which led to the prosecution, torture, and murder of tens of thousands of innocent people.”

At the height of its popularity, The Malleus Maleficarum was surpassed in public notoriety only by The Bible. Its effects were even felt in the New World, where the last gasp of the Inquisition was felt in the English settlements in America (most notably in Salem, Massachusetts during the Salem Witch Trials).”

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A CARTA DO DIABO

IN the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen. Know all men by these presents, whosoever shall read, see or hear the tenor of this official and public document, that in the year of our Lord, 1487, upon a Saturday, being the 19th day of the month of May, at the 5th hour after noon, or thereabouts, in the third year of the Pontificate of our most Holy Father and Lord, the lord Innocent, by divine providence Pope, the 8th of that name, in the very and actual presence of me Arnold Kolich, public notary, and in the presence of the witnesses whose names are hereunder written and who were convened and especially summoned for this purpose, the Venerable and Very Reverend Father Henry Kramer, Professor of Sacred Theology, of the Order of Preachers, Inquisitor of heretical depravity, directly delegated thereto by the Holy See together with the Venerable and Very Reverend Father James Sprenger, Professor of Sacred Theology and Prior of the Dominican Convent at Cologne, being especially appointed as colleague of the said Father Henry Kramer, hath on behalf both of himself and his said colleague made known unto us and declared that the Supreme Pontiff now happily reigning, lord Innocent, Pope, as hath been set out above [tá bom, que estilo grogue até para um nOTÁRIO!], hath committed and granted by a bull duly signed and sealed unto the aforesaid Inquisitors (…) granted (…) the power of making search and inquiry into all heresies, and most especially into the heresy of witches, an abomination that thrives and waxes strong in these our unhappy days, and he has bidden them diligently to perform this duty throughout the five Archdioceses of the five Metropolitan Churches, that is to say, Mainz, Cologne, Trèves, Salzburg and Bremen, granting them every faculty of judging and proceeding against such even with the power of putting malefactors to death (…) upon the tenor of the Apostolic bull, which they hold and possess and have exhibited unto us, a document which is whole, entire, untouched, and in no way lacerated or impaired, in fine whose integrity is above any suspicion. And the tenor of the said bull commences thus: <Innocent, Bishop, Servant of the servants of God, for an eternal remembrance. Desiring with the most heartfelt anxiety, even as Our Apostleship requires, that the Catholic Faith should be especially in this Our day increase and flourish everywhere, . . .> and it concludes thus: <Given at Rome, at S. Peter’s, on the 9 December of the Year of the Incarnation of Our Lord one thousand, four hundred and eighty-four, in the first Year of Our Pontificate.>” Ou seja: dois cretinos psicopatas levaram menos de 3 anos e ½ para escreverem esse verdadeiro TRATADO DE LESA-HUMANIDADE!

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There is left no doubt in the reader’s mind that Rev. Summers not only believed in the existence of witches as the Medieval Church perceived them, but felt that the Inquisition, and the Malleus, were both justified and necessary. In both of his introductions (especially the original 1928 introduction), he seems more intent on using the occasion to convince us that the murder of thousands of innocent people, for the crime of witchcraft, during the Inquisition was somehow noble, and that the authors of the Malleus, Heinrich Kramer and James Sprenger, were visionaries of their time. One often finds the text of the introductions reading as if it had been written 500 years previously when the Malleus was originally published and the Inquisition was in full swing.”

There were 14 editions between 1487 and 1520, and at least 16 editions between 1574 and 1669. There are modern translations as well: Der Hexenhammer, J.W.R. Schmidt, 1906, and this one.”

This famous document should interest the historian, the student of witchcraft and the occult, and the psychologist who is interested in the medieval mind as it was confronted with various forces which could only be explained as witchcraft.”

Those readers whose familiarity with The Bible comes from the King James Version may be surprised by the references to these <obscure> books of The Bible, such as Paralipomenon, Apocalypse, Judith, and Tobias. These books were originally a part of The Bible, but were cut from the King James version as it was developed. They exist today primarily as a part of the Douay Rheims Version of The Bible, which is widely used by Catholics.”

DATAÇÃO POR CARBONO-14! “Many participants in this project have questioned my determination to transcribe the text of the Malleus Maleficarum by hand, as opposed to scanning the pages and using Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software to generate the text. While it is certain that the latter would prove more expedient and see the online edition posted much sooner, transcribing the text, while more labor intensive, ensures a more accurate translation to HTML format.” “In an age in which the Malleus Maleficarum could again achieve a relevance in the hands of radical Christian leaders, the accuracy of this online translation is, I believe, all-important.” Lovelace, 1998

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SOBRE A BULA DO CULPÊNCIO OITAVO

It has indeed lately come to Our ears, not without afflicting Us with bitter sorrow, that in some parts of Northern Germany, as well as in the provinces, townships, territories, districts, and dioceses of Mainz, Cologne, Trèves, Salzburg, and Bremen, many persons of both sexes, unmindful of their own salvation and straying from the Catholic Faith, have abandoned themselves to devils, incubi and succubi, and by their incantations, spells, conjurations, and other accursed charms and crafts, enormities and horrid offences, have slain infants yet in the mother’s womb, as also the offspring of cattle, have blasted the produce of the earth, the grapes of the vine, the fruits of the trees, nay, men and women, beasts of burthen, herd-beasts, as well as animals of other kinds, vineyards, orchards, meadows, pasture-land, corn, wheat, and all other cereals; these wretches furthermore afflict and torment men and women, beasts of burthen, herd-beasts, as well as animals of other kinds, with terrible and piteous pains and sore diseases, both internal and external; they hinder men from performing the sexual act and women from conceiving, whence husbands cannot know their wives nor wives receive their husbands; over and above this, they blasphemously renounce that Faith which is theirs by the Sacrament of Baptism, and at the instigation of the Enemy of Mankind they do not shrink from committing and perpetrating the foulest abominations and filthiest excesses to the deadly peril of their own souls, whereby they outrage the Divine Majesty and are a cause of scandal and danger to very many. And although (…) Henry Kramer and James Sprenger (…) have been by Letters Apostolic delegated as Inquisitors of these heretical pravities, and still are Inquisitors, the first in the aforesaid parts of Northern Germany, wherein are included those aforesaid townships, districts, dioceses, and other specified localities, and the second in certain territories which lie along the borders of the Rhine, nevertheless not a few clerics and lay-folk of those countries, seeking too curiously to know more than concerns them, since in the aforesaid delegatory letters there is no express and specific mention by name of these provinces, townships, dioceses, and districts, and further since the 2 delegates themselves and the abominations they are to encounter are not designated in detailed and particular fashion, these persons are not ashamed to contend with the most unblushing effrontery that these enormities are not practised in these provinces, and consequently the aforesaid Inquisitors have no legal right to exercise their powers of inquisition in the provinces, townships, dioceses, districts, and territories, which have been rehearsed, and that the Inquisitors may not proceed to punish, imprison, and penalize criminals convicted of the heinous offences and many wickednesses which have been set forth. Accordingly in the aforesaid provinces, townships, dioceses, and districts, the abominations and enormities in question remain unpunished not without open danger to the souls of many and peril of eternal damnation.”

We decree and enjoin that the aforesaid Inquisitors be empowered to proceed to the just correction, imprisonment, and punishment of any persons, without let or hindrance, in every way as if the provinces, townships, dioceses, districts, territories, yea, even the persons and their crimes in this kind were named and particularly designated in Our letters.”

We grant permission to the aforesaid Inquisitors, to one separately or to both, as also to Our dear son John Gremper, priest of the diocese of Constance, Master of Arts, their notary, or to any other public notary, who shall be by them, or by one of them, temporarily delegated to those provinces, townships, dioceses, districts, and aforesaid territories, to proceed, according to the regulations of the Inquisition, against any persons of whatsoever rank and high estate, correcting, fining, imprisoning, punishing, as their crimes merit, those whom they have found guilty, the penalty being adapted to the offence.”

DISSIMULANDIBUS: “excommunication, suspension, interdict, and yet more terrible penalties, censures, and punishment, as may seem good to him, and that without any right of appeal, and if he will he may by Our authority aggravate and renew these penalties as often as he list, calling in, if so please him, the help of the secular arm.

Non obstantibus . . . Let no man therefore . . . But if any dare to do so, which God forbid, let him know that upon him will fall the wrath of Almighty God, and of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul.”

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Witchcraft was inextricably mixed with politics. Matthew Paris tells us how in 1232 the Chief Justice Hubert de Burgh, Earl of Kent, (Shakespeare’s <gentle Hubert> in King John), was accused by Peter do (sic) Roches, Bishop of Winchester, of having won the favour of Henry III through <charms and incantations>. In 1324 there was a terrific scandal at Coventry when it was discovered that a number of the richest and most influential burghers of the town had long been consulting with Master John, a professional necromancer, and paying him large sums to bring about by his arts the death of Edward II and several nobles of the court. Alice Perrers, the mistress of Edward III, was not only reputed to have infatuated the old king by occult spells, but her physician (believed to be a mighty sorcerer) was arrested on a charge of confecting love philtres and talismans. Henry V, in the autumn of 1419, prosecuted his stepmother, Joan of Navarre, for attempting to kill him by witchcraft, <in the most horrible manner that one could devise.> The conqueror of Agincourt was exceedingly worried about the whole wretched business, as also was the Archbishop of Canterbury, who ordered public prayers for the king’s safety. In the reign of his son, Henry VI, in 1441, one of the highest and noblest ladies in the realm, Eleanor Cobham, Duchess of Gloucester, was arraigned for conspiring with <a clerk>, Roger Bolingbroke, <a most notorious evoker of demons>, and <the most famous scholar in the whole world in astrology and magic>, to procure the death of the young monarch by sorcery, so that the Duke of Gloucester, Henry’s uncle and guardian, might succeed to the crown.¹ In this plot were further involved Canon Thomas Southwell, and a <relapsed witch>, that is to say, one who had previously (11 years before) been incarcerated upon grave suspicion of black magic, Margery Jourdemayne. Bolingbroke, whose confession implicated the Duchess, was hanged; Canon Southwell died in prison; the witch in Smithfield was <burn’d to Ashes>, since her offence was high treason. The Duchess was sentenced to a most degrading public penance, and imprisoned for life in Peel Castle, Isle of Man. Richard III, upon seizing the throne in 1483, declared that the marriage of his brother, Edward IV, with the Lady Elizabeth Grey, had been brought about by <sorcery and witchcraft>, and further that <Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch, has plotted with Jane Shore to waste and wither his body.> Poor Jane Shore did most exemplary penance, walking the flinty streets of London barefoot in her kirtle. In the same year when Richard wanted to get rid of the Duke of Buckingham, his former ally, one of the chief accusations he launched was that the Duke consulted with a Cambridge <necromancer> to compass and devise his death.

One of the most serious and frightening events in the life of James VII of Scotland (afterwards James I of England) was the great conspiracy of 1590, organized by the Earl of Bothwell. James with good reason feared and hated Bothwell, who, events amply proved, was Grand Master of more than 100 witches, all adepts in poisoning, and all eager to do away with the King. In other words, Francis Stewart, Earl of Bothwell, was the centre and head of a vast political plot. A widespread popular panic was the result of the discovery of this murderous conspiracy. In France as early as 583, when the infant son and heir of King Chilperic, died of dysentery, as the doctors diagnosed it, it came to light that Mumolus, one of the leading officials of the court, had been secretly administering to the child medicines, which he obtained from <certain witches of Paris>. These potions were pronounced by the physicians to be strong poisons. In 1308, Guichard, Bishop of Troyes, was accused of having slain by sorcery the Queen of Philip IV of France (1285-1314), Jeanne of Navarre, who died three years before [1305]. The trial dragged on from 1308 to 1313, and many witnesses attested on oath that the prelate had continually visited certain notorious witches, who supplied him philtres and draughts. In 1315, during the brief reign (1314-1316) of Louis X, the eldest son of Philip IV, was hanged Enguerrand de Marigny, chamberlain, privy councillor, and chief favourite of Philip, whom, it was alleged, he had bewitched to gain the royal favour. The fact, however, which sealed his doom was his consultation with one Jacobus de Lor, a warlock [bruxo], who was to furnish a nostrum warranted to put a very short term to the life of King Louis. Jacobus strangled himself in prison.

In 1317 Hugues Géraud, Bishop of Cahors, was executed by Pope John XXII, who reigned 1316-1334, residing at Avignon. Langlois says that the Bishop had attempted the Pontiff’s life by poison procured from witches.

Perhaps the most resounding of all scandals of this kind in France was the La Voison case, 1679-1682, when it was discovered that Madame de Montespan had for years been trafficking with a gang of poisoners and sorcerers, who plotted the death of the Queen and the Dauphan, so that Louis XIV might be free to wed Athénais de Montespan, whose children should inherit the throne. The Duchesse de Fontanges, a beautiful young country girl, who had for a while attracted the wayward fancy of Louis, they poisoned out of hand. Money was poured out like water, and it has been said that <the entire floodtide of poison, witchcraft and diabolism was unloosed> to attain the ends of that <marvellous beauty> (so Mme. de Sévigné calls her), the haughty and reckless Marquise de Montespan. In her thwarted fury she well nigh resolved to sacrifice Louis himself to her overweening ambition and her boundless pride. The highest names in France – the Princesse de Tingry, the Duchesse de Vitry, the Duchesse de Lusignan, the Duchesse de Bouillon, the Comtesse de Soissons, the Duc de Luxembourg, the Marguis de Cessac – scores of the older aristocracy, were involved, whilst literally hundreds of venal apothecaries, druggists, pseudo-alchemists, astrologers, quacks, warlocks, magicians, charlatans, who revolved round the ominous and terrible figure of Catherine La Voisin, professional seeress, fortune-teller, herbalist, beauty-specialist, were caught in the meshes [teias] of law. No less than 11 volumes of François Ravaison’s huge work, Archives de la Bastille, are occupied with this evil crew and their doings, their sorceries and their poisonings. [Livro-pédia que não podemos deixar de perder!]

During the reign of Urban VIII, Maffeo Barberini, 1623-1644, there was a resounding scandal at Rome when it was discovered that <after many invocations of demons> Giacinto Contini, nephew of the Cardinal d’Ascoli, had been plotting with various accomplices to put an end to the Pope’s life, and thus make way for the succession of his uncle to the Chair of Peter. Tommaso Orsolini of Recanate, moreover, after consulting with certain scryers and planetarians, readers of the stars, was endeavouring to bribe the apothecary Carcurasio of Naples to furnish him with a quick poison, which might be mingled with the tonics and electuaries prescribed for the ailing Pontiff, (Ranke, History of the Popes, ed. 1901, Vol. III, pp. 375-6).”

¹ Se essas coisas fossem mesmo dotadas do mais remoto interesse, Shakespeare usaria muito de magia negra para apimentar suas peças, o que, vê-se, passa longe de ser o caso.

Jean Bodin, the famous jurisconsult (1530-90) whom Montaigne acclaims to be the highest literary genius of his time, and who, as a leading member of the Parlement de Paris, presided over important trials, gives it as his opinion that there existed, not only in France, a complete organization of witches, immensely wealthy, of almost infinite potentialities, most cleverly captained, with centres and cells in every district, utilizing an espionage in ever land, with high-placed adherents at court, with humble servitors in the cottage.”

Not the least dreaded and dreadful weapon in their armament was the ancient and secret knowledge of poisons (veneficia), of herbs healing and hurtful, a tradition and a lore which had been handed down from remotest antiquity.”

Little wonder, then, that later social historians, such as Charles MacKay and Lecky, both absolutely impartial and unprejudiced writers, sceptical even, devote many pages, the result of long and laborious research, to witchcraft. (…) The profoundest thinkers, the acutest and most liberal minds of their day, such men as Cardan; Trithemius; the encylcopædic Delrio; Bishop Binsfeld; the learned physician, Caspar Peucer; Sir Edward Coke, <father of the English law>; Francis Bacon; Malebranche; Bayle; Glanvil; Thomas Browne; Cotton Mather; all these, and scores besides, were convinced of the dark reality of witchcraft, of the witch organization.”

The latest reprint of the original text of the Malleus is to be found in the noble 4-volume collection of Treatises on Witchcraft, <sumptibus Claudii Bourgeat>, 4to., Lyons, 1669.”

It was implicitly accepted not only by Catholic but by Protestant legislature. In fine, it is not too much to say that the Malleus Maleficarum is among the most important, wisest, and weightiest books of the world.

It has been asked whether Kramer or Sprenger was principally responsible for the Malleus, but in the case of so close a collaboration any such inquiry seems singularly superfluous and nugatory. With regard to instances of jointed authorship, unless there be some definite declaration on the part of one of the authors as to his particular share in a work, or unless there be some unusual and special circumstances bearing on the point, such perquisitions and analysis almost inevitably resolve themselves into a cloud of guess-work and bootless hazardry and vague perhaps. It becomes a game of literary blind-man’s-bluff.

Heinrich Kramer was born at Schlettstadt, a town of Lower Alsace, situated some 26 miles south-west of Strasburg. At an early age he entered the Order of S. Dominic, and so remarkable was his genius that whilst still a young man he was appointed to the position of Prior of the Dominican House at his native town. He was a Preacher-General and a Master of Sacred Theology. P.G. and S.T.M., two distinctions in the Dominican Order. At some date before 1474 he was appointed an Inquisitor for the Tyrol, Salzburg, Bohemia, and Moravia. His eloquence in the pulpit and tireless activity received due recognition at Rome, and for many years he was Spiritual Director of the great Dominican church at Salzburg, and the right-hand of the Archbishop of Salzburg, a munificent prelate who praises him highly in a letter which is still extant.” “In 1495, the Master General of the Order, Fr. Joaquín de Torres, O.P., summoned Kramer to Venice in order that he might give public lectures, disputations which attracted crowded audiences, and which were honoured by the presence and patronage of the Patriarch of Venice. He also strenuously defended the Papal supremacy, confuting the De Monarchia of the Paduan jurisconsult, Antonio degli Roselli. At Venice he resided at the priory of Santi Giovanni e Paolo (S. Zanipolo). During the summer of 1497, he had returned to Germany, and was living at the convent of Rohr, near Regensburg. On 31 January, 1500, Alexander VI appointed him as Nuncio and Inquisitor of Bohemia and Moravia, in which provinces he was deputed and empowered to proceed against the Waldenses and Picards, as well as against the adherents of the witch-society.” “His chief works, in addition to the Malleus, are: Several Discourses and Various Sermons upon the Most Holy Sacrament of the Eucharist, Nuremberg, 1496; A Tract Confuting the Errors of Master Antonio degli Roselli, Venice, 1499; and The Shield of Defence of the Holy Roman Church Against the Picards and Waldenses, an incunabulum, without date, but almost certainly 1499-1500. Many learned authors quote and refer to these treatises in terms of highest praise.”

James Sprenger was born in Basel, 1436-8 [que parto longo]. He was admitted a novice in the Dominican house of this town in 1452. His extraordinary genius attracted immediate attention, and his rise to a responsible position was very rapid. According to Pierre Hélyot, the Franciscan (1680-1716), Histoire des Ordres Religieux, III (1715), ch. XXVI, in 1389 Conrad of Prussia abolished certain relaxations and abuses which had crept into the Teutonic Province of the Order of S. Dominic, and restored the Primitive and Strict Obedience. He was closely followed by Sprenger, whose zealous reform was so warmly approved that in 1468 the General Chapter ordered him to lecture on the sentences of Peter Lombard at the University of Cologne, to which he was thus officially attached. A few years later he proceeded Master of Theology, and was elected Prior and Regent of Studies of the Cologne Convent, one of the most famous and frequented Houses of the Order. On 30 June, 1480, he was elected Dean of the Faculty of Theology at the University. His lecture-room was thronged, and in the following year, at the Chapter held in Roma, the Master General of the Order, Fra Salvo Cusetta, appointed him Inquisitor Extraordinary for the Provinces of Mainz, Trèves, and Cologne. His activities were enormous, and demanded constant journeyings through the very extensive district to which he had been assigned. In 1488 he was elected Provincial of the whole German Province, an office of the first importance [ah, o século!]. It is said that his piety and his learning impressed all who came in contact with him. In 1495 he was residing at Cologne, and here he received a letter from Alexander VI praising his enthusiasm and his energy.” “Among Sprenger’s other writings, excepting the Malleus, are The Paradoxes of John of Westphalia Refuted, Mainz, 1479, a closely argued treatise; and The Institution and Approbation of the Confraternity of the Most Holy Rosary, which was first erected at Cologne on 8 September in the year 1475. Sprenger may well be called the Apostle of the Rosary. None more fervent than he in spreading this Dominican elevation.”

Certain it is that the Malleus Maleficarum is the most solid, the most important work in the whole vast library of witchcraft. One turns to it again and again with edification and interest: From the point of psychology, from the point of jurisprudence, from the point of history, it is supreme. It has hardly too much to say that later writers, great as they are, have done little more than draw from the seemingly inexhaustible wells of wisdom which the two Dominicans, Heinrich Kramer and James Sprenger, have given us” “What is most surprising is the modernity of the book. There is hardly a problem, a complex, a difficulty, which they have not foreseen, and discussed, and resolved.”

The Malleus Maleficarum is one of the world’s few books written sub specie aeternitatis.

Montague Summers.

7 October, 1946.”

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Sometimes, no doubt, primitive communities were obliged to tolerate the witch and her works owing to fear; in other words, witchcraft was a kind of blackmail; but directly Cities were able to coordinate, and it became possible for Society to protect itself, precautions were taken and safeguards were instituted against this curse, this bane whose object seemed to blight all that was fair, all that was just and good, and that was well-appointed and honourable, in a word, whose aim proved to be set up on high the red standard of revolution; to overwhelm religion, existing order, and the comeliness of life in an abyss of anarchy, nihilism, and despair. In his great treatise De Civitate Dei S. Augustine set forth the theory, or rather the living fact, of the two Cities, the City of God, and the opposing stronghold of all that is not for God, that is to say, of all that is against Him. [humanity itself]”

and nations who had never heard the Divine command put into practice the obligation of the Mosaic maxim: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. (Vulgate: Maleficos non patieris vivere. Douay: Wizards thou shalt not suffer to live. Exodus, 22:18.)” // “A feiticeira não deixarás viver.” Êxodo 22:18

It is true that both in the Greek and in the earlier Roman cults, worships often directly derived from secret and sombre sources, ancient gods, or rather demons, had their awful superstitions and their horrid rites, powers whom men dreaded but out of very terror placated; fanes [templos] men loathed but within whose shadowed portals they bent and bowed the knee perforce in trembling fear. Such deities were the Thracian Bendis [a nova Ártemis; ver referências aos jogos e festivais incluindo corridas de cavalos noturnas n’A República], whose manifestation was heralded by the howling of her fierce black hounds, and Hecate the terrible <Queen of the realm of ghosts>, as Euripides calls her, and the vampire Mormo [espécie de bicho-papão da Antiguidade: mas pelo menos era uma mulher! Posteriormente, Lamia] and the dark Summanus who at midnight hurled loud thunderbolts and launched the deadly levin [relâmpago] through the starless sky [Curiosa espécie de anti-Zeus, o Deus do Trovão Diruno. Milton e Camões equiparam-no a Hades.]. Pliny tells us that the worship of this mysterious deity lasted long, and dogs with their puppies were sacrificed to him with atrocious cruelty, but S. Augustine says that in his day <one could scarce find one within a while, that had heard, nay more, that had read so much as the name of Summanus> (De Civitate Dei, 4:23). (…) Towards the end of the 5th century, the Carthaginian Martianus Capella boldly declares that Summanus is none other than the lord of Hell, and he was writing, it may be remembered, only a few years before the birth of S. Benedict(*); some think that he was still alive when the Father of All Monks was born.”

(*) “The Medal of S. Benedict has been found to be extremely potent against all evil spells.”

many strange legends attached to the island of Lemnos, which is situated in the Aegaean Sea, nearly midway between Mt. Athos and the Hellespoint. It is one of the largest of the group, having an area of some 147 square miles. Lemnos was sacred to Hephaestus, who is said to have fallen here when hurled by Zeus from Olympus.” “It should further be noted that the old Italian deity Volcanus, with whom he was to be identified, is the god of destructive fire – fire considered in its rage and terror, as contrasted with fire which is a comfort to the human race, the kindly blaze on the hearth, domestic fire, presided over by the gracious lady Vesta. It is impossible not to think of the fall of Lucifer when one considers the legend of Hephaestus. Our Lord replied, when the disciples reported: Domine, etiam daemonia subiiciuntur nobis in nomine tuo (Lord, the devils also are subject to us in Thy Name), Videbam Satanam sicut fulgur de coelo cadentem (I saw Satan like lightning falling from Heaven); and Isaias says: Quomodo cecidisti de coelo, Lucifer, qui mane oriebaris? Corruisti in terram qui vulnerabas gentes? (How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, who didst rise in the morning? How art thou fallen to the earth, that didst wound the nations?). Milton also has the following poetic allusion:

Nor was his name unheard or unador’d

In Ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land

Men called him Mulciber; and how he fell

From Heav’n, they fabl’d, thrown by angry Jove

Sheer o’er the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn

To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,

A Summers day; and with the setting Sun

Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star,

On Lemnos th’Ægæan Ile: thus they relate,

Erring; for he with his rebellious rout

Fell long before; nor aught avail’d him now

To have built in Heav’n high Towers; nor did he scape

By all his Engines, but was headlong sent

With his industrious crew to build in hell.”

Paraíso Perdido, 1:738-51

Levar poeta a sério é pedir pra se queimar na fogueira de São João!

Hephaestus, especially in later days, is represented with one leg shortened to denote his lameness; and throughout the Middle Ages it was popularly believed that his cloven hoof was the one feature which the devil was unable to disguise. In this connexion with Loki, the Vulcan of Northern Europe, will be readily remembered.”

É Hefesto o Lúcifer pagão ou não seria apenas Lúcifer o Hefesto cristão, que não saberá nunca dar a volta por cima? Mas na verdade ele tinha amores, era excelente ferreiro, e foi afinal perdoado e regressou ao Olimpo, pleno de honras!

There were also dark histories of murder and blood connected with Lemnos. When the Argonauts landed here they found it inhabited only by Amazons, who, having murdered all their husbands, had chosen as their queen Hypsipyle, daughter of Thoas, whom she secretly preserved alive. When this was discovered the unfortunate woman was compelled to leave the island, and being subsequently captured by pirates she was sold to Lycurgus, king of the sacred groves that surrounded the temple of Zeus Nemeus in a remote Argive valley. Hypsipyle here became the nurse of the mysterious child Archemorus, the Forerunner of Death, who was bitten by a magic serpent and vanished, portending the doom of the Seven who went against Thebes.”

It is curious to remark that a certain red clay (terra Lemnia) found on the island was, as Pliny tells us, employed as a remedy for wounds, and especially the bite of a snake.”

In Rome black magic was punished as a capital offence by the Law of the Twelve Tables, which are to be assigned to the 5th century B.C., and, as Livy records, from time to time Draconian statutes were directed against those who attempted to blight crops and vineyards or to spread rinderpest amongst flocks and cattle. Nonetheless it is evident from many Latin authors and from the historians that Rome swarmed with occultists and diviners, many of whom in spite of the Lex Cornelia almost openly traded in poisons, and not infrequently in assassination to boot. Sometimes, as in the Middle Ages, a circumstance of which the Malleus Maleficarum most particularly complains, the sorcerers were protected by men of wealth and high estate. This was especially the case in the terrible days of Marius and of Catiline, and during the extreme decadence of the latest Caesars. Yet, paradoxical as it may appear, such emperors as Augustus, Tiberius, and Septimius Severus, whilst banishing from their realms all seers and necromancers, and putting them to death, in private entertained astrologers and wizards among their retinue, consulting their art upon each important occasion, and often even in the everyday and ordinary affairs of life.”

stern and constant official opposition to witchcraft, and the prohibition under severest penalties, the sentence of death itself, of any practice or pursuit of these dangerous and irreligious arts, was demonstrably not a product of Christianity, but had long and necessarily been employed in the heathen world and among pagan peoples and among polytheistic societies. Moreover, there are even yet savage communities who visit witchcraft with death.”

If the disease is universal, the medicine must be sharp.”

a song or a country dance mayhap, innocent enough on the surface, and even pleasing, so often were but the cloak and the mask for something devilish and obscene, that the Church deemed it necessary to forbid and proscribe the whole superstition even when it manifested itself in modest fashion and seemed guileless, innoxious, and of no account.”

I knok this rage upone this stane

To raise the wind in the divellis name,

It sall not lye till I please againe.”

Cântico de bruxas escocesas

A pagan diviner or haruspex could only follow his vocation under very definite restrictions. He was not allowed to be an intimate visitor at the house of any citizen, for friendship with men of this kind must be avoided. The haruspex who frequents the houses of others shall die at the stake, such is the tenor of the code. It is hardly an exaggeration to say that almost every year saw a more rigid application of the laws; although even as today, when fortune-telling and peering into the future are forbidden by the Statute Book, diviners and mediums abound, so then in spite of every prohibition astrologers, clairvoyants, and psalmists had an enormous clientèle of rich and poor alike.

The early legal codes of most European nations contain laws directed against witchcraft. Thus, for example, the oldest document of Frankish legislation, the Salic Law (Lex salica), which was reduced to a written form and promulgated under Clovis, who died 27 November, 511, mulcts (sic) those who practise magic with various fines, especially when it could be proven that the accused launched a deadly curse, or had tied the Witch’s Knot. This latter charm was usually a long cord tightly tied up in elaborate loops, among whose reticulations it was customary to insert the feathers of a black hen, a raven, or some other bird which had, or was presumed to have, no speck of white. This is one of the oldest instruments of witchcraft and is known in all countries and among all nations. It was put to various uses. The wizards of Finland sold wind in the three knots of a rope. If the first knot were undone a gentle breeze sprang up; if the second, it blew a mackerel gale; if the third, a hurricane. But the Witch’s Ladder, as it was often known, could be used with far more baleful effects. The knots were tied with certain horrid maledictions, and then the cord was hidden away in some secret place, and unless it were found and the strands released the person at whom the curse was directed would pine and die. This charm continually occurs during the trials. Thus in the celebrated Island-Magee case, March 1711, when a coven of witches was discovered, it was remarked that an apron belonging to Mary Dunbar, a visitor at the house of the afflicted persons, had been abstracted. Miss Dunbar was suddenly seized with fits and convulsions, and sickened almost to death. After most diligent search the missing garment was found carefully hidden away and covered over, and a curious string which had nine knots in it had been so tied up with the folds of the linen that it was beyond anything difficult to separate them and loosen the ligatures. In 1886 in the old belfry of a village church in England there were accidentally discovered, pushed away in a dark corner, several yards of incle braided with elaborate care and having a number of black feathers thrust through the strands. It is said that for a long while considerable wonder was caused as to what it might be, but when it was exhibited and became known, one of the local grandmothers recognized it was a Witch’s Ladder, and, what is extremely significant, when it was engraved in the Folk Lore Journal an old Italian woman to whom the picture was shown immediately identified it as la ghirlanda delle streghe.”

In 578, when a son of Queen Fredegonde died, a number of witches who were accused of having contrived the destruction of the Prince were executed. (…) what else was there left for the Church to do?” Yea, what else?

HISTERIA COLETIVA: “In 814, Louis le Pieux upon his accession to the throne began to take very active measures against all sorcerers and necromancers, and it was owing to his influence and authority that the Council of Paris in 829 appealed to the secular courts to carry out any such sentences as the Bishops might pronounce. The consequence was that from this time forward the penalty of witchcraft was death, and there is evidence that if the constituted authority, either ecclesiastical or civil, seemed to slacken in their efforts the populace took the law into their own hands with far more fearful results.”

MEDIDAS PROFILÁTICAS:It is quite plain that such a man as Frederick II, whose whole philosophy was entirely Oriental; who was always accompanied by a retinue of Arabian ministers, courtiers, and officers; who was perhaps not without reason suspected of being a complete agnostic, recked little whether heresy and witchcraft might be offences against the Church or not, but he was sufficiently shrewd to see that they gravely threatened the well-being of the State, imperilling the maintenance of civilization and the foundations of society.”

QUANTA BONDADE ECLESIÁSTICA, DEIXAR A PENA DE MORTE PARA O ESTADO! “It may be well here very briefly to consider the somewhat complicated history of the establishment of the Inquisition, which was, it must be remembered, the result of the tendencies and growth of many years, by no means a judicial curia with cut-and-dried laws and a complete procedure suddenly called into being by one stroke of a Papal pen. In the first place, S.[atan] Dominic was in no sense the founder of the Inquisition. Certainly during the crusade in Languedoc he was present, reviving religion and reconciling the lapsed, but he was doing no more than S. Paul or any of the Apostles would have done. The work of S. Dominic was preaching and the organization of his new Order, which received Papal confirmation from Honorius III, and was approved in the Bull Religiosam vitam, 22 December, 1216. S. Dominic died 6 August, 1221, and even if we take the word in a very broad sense, the first Dominican Inquisitor seems to have been Alberic, who in November, 1232, was travelling through Lombardy with the official title of Inquisitor hereticae pravitatis. The whole question of the episcopal Inquisitors, who were really the local bishop, his arch-deacons, and his diocesan court, and their exact relationship with the travelling Inquisitors, who were mainly drawn from the two Orders of friars, the Franciscan and the Dominican, is extremely nice and complicated; whilst the gradual effacement of the episcopal courts with regard to certain matters and the consequent prominence of the Holy Office were circumstances and conditions which realized themselves slowly enough in all countries, and almost imperceptibly in some districts, as necessity required, without any sudden break or sweeping changes. In fact we find that the Franciscan or Dominican Inquisitor simply sat as an assessor in the episcopal court so that he could be consulted upon certain technicalities and deliver sentence conjointly with the Bishop if these matters were involved. Thus at the trial of Gilles de Rais in October, 1440, at Nantes, the Bishop of Nantes presided over the court with the bishops of Le Mans, Saint-Brieuc, and Saint-Lo as his coadjutors, whilst Pierre de l’Hospital, Chencellor of Brittany, watched the case on behalf of the civil authorities, and Frère Jean Blouin was present as the delegate of the Holy Inquisition for the city and district of Nantes. Owing to the multiplicity of the crimes, which were proven and clearly confessed in accordance with legal requirements, it was necessary to pronounce two sentences. The first sentence was passed by the Bishop of Nantes conjointly with the Inquisitor. By them Gilles de Rais was declared guilty of Satanism, sorcery, and apostasy, and there and then handed over to the civil arm to receive the punishment due to such offences. The second sentence, pronounced by the Bishop alone, declared the prisoner convicted of sodomy, sacrilege, and violation of ecclesiastical rights. The ban of excommunication was lifted since the accused had made a clean breast of his crimes and desired to be reconciled, but he was handed over to the secular court, who sentenced him to death, on multiplied charges of murder as well as on account of the aforesaid offences.”

Today the word heresy seems to be as obsolete and as redolent of a Wardour-street vocabulary as if one were to talk of a game of cards at Crimp or Incertain, and to any save a dusty mediaevalist it would appear to be an antiquarian term.” MORTE AOS COMUNAS! “The heretics were just as resolute and just as practical, that is to say, just as determined to bring about the domination of their absolutism as is any revolutionary of today. The aim and objects of their leaders, Tanchelin, Everwacher, the Jew Manasses, Peter Waldo, Pierre Autier, Peter of Bruys, Arnold of Brescia, and the rest, were exactly those of Lenin, Trotsky, Zinoviev, and their fellows.”

Their objects may be summed up as the abolition of monarchy, the abolition of private property and of inheritance, the abolition of marriage, the abolition of order, the total abolition of all religion. It was against this that the Inquisition had to fight, and who can be surprised if, when faced with so vast a conspiracy, the methods employed by the Holy Office may not seem – if the terrible conditions are conveniently forgotten – a little drastic, a little severe? There can be no doubt that had this most excellent tribunal continued to enjoy its full prerogative and the full exercise of its salutary powers, the world at large would be in a far happier and far more orderly position today. Historians may point out diversities and dissimilarities between the teaching of the Waldenses, the Albigenses, the Henricans, the Poor Men of Lyons, the Cathari, the Vaudois, the Bogomiles, and the Manichees, but they were in reality branches and variants of the same dark fraternity, just as the Third International, the Anarchists, the Nihilists, and the Bolsheviks are in every sense, save the mere label, entirely identical.”

There is an apparent absence of motive in this seemingly aimless campaign of destruction to extermination carried on by the Bolsheviks in Russia, which has led many people to inquire what the objective can possibly be. So unbridled are the passions, so general the demolition, so terrible the havoc, that hard-headed individuals argue that so complete a chaos and such revolting outrages could only be affected by persons who were enthusiasts in their own cause and who had some very definite aims thus positively to pursue. The energizing forces of this fanaticism, this fervent zeal, do not seem to be anymore apparent than the end, hence more than one person has hesitated to accept accounts so alarming of massacres and carnage, or wholesale imprisonments, tortures, and persecutions, and has begun to suspect that the situation may be grossly exaggerated in the overcharged reports of enemies and the highly-coloured gossip of scare-mongers.” EUREKA!

Nearly a century and a half ago Anacharsis Clootz(*), <the personal enemy of Jesus Christ> as he openly declared himself, was vociferating God is Evil, To me then Lucifer, Satan! whoever you may be, the demon that the faith of my fathers opposed to God and the Church. This is the credo of the witch.”

(*) Bases constitutionnelles de la République du genre humain, Paris, 1793

Revolucionário francês de tendências cosmopolitas (globais) à frente de seu tempo.

Naturally, although the Masters were often individuals of high rank and deep learning, that rank and file of the society, that is to say, those who for the most part fell into the hands of justice, were recruited from the least educated classes, the ignorant and the poor [já vi isso em algum lugar…]. As one might suppose, many of the branches or covens in remoter districts knew nothing and perhaps could have understood nothing of the enormous system. Nevertheless, as small cogs in a very small wheel, it might be, they were carrying on the work and actively helping to spread the infection. It is an extremely significant fact that the last regularly official trial and execution for witchcraft in Western Europe was that of Anna Göldi, who was hanged at Glaris in Switzerland, 17 June, 1782(*). Seven years before, in 1775, the villian Adam Weishaupt, who has been truly described by Louis Blanc as <the profoundest conspirator that has ever existed,> formed his <terrible and formidable sect>, the Illuminati. The code of this mysterious movement lays down: <it is also necessary to gain the common people (das gemeine Volk) to our Order. The great means to that end is influence in the schools.>“So in the prosecutions at Würzburg we find that there were condemned boys of 10 and 11, two choir boys aged 12, <a boy of 12-years-old in one of the lower forms of the school>, <the two young sons of the Prince’s cook, the eldest 14, the younger 12>, several pages and seminarists, as well as a number of young girls, amongst whom <a child of 9 or 10 and her little sister> were involved.”

(*) Nota corretiva (do próprio reverendo na segunda edição?): “The last trial and judicial execution in Europe itself was probably that of two aged beldames, Satanists, who were burned at the stake in Poland, 1793, the year of the Second Partition, during the reign of Stanislaus Augustus Poniatowski.” Mas parece que a correção do reverendo estava errada, prevalecendo a primeira versão, conforme wiki e outras fontes…

In England in the year 1324 no less than 27 defendants were tried at the King’s Bench for plotting against and endeavouring to kill Edward II, together with many prominent courtiers and officials, by the practice of magical arts. A number of wealthy citizens of Coventry had hired a famous <nigromauncer>, John of Nottingham, to slay not only the king, but also the royal favourite, Hugh le Despenser, and his father; the Prior of Coventry; the monastic steward; the manciple; and a number of other important personages. A secluded old manor-house, some 2 or 3 miles out of Coventry, was put at the disposal of Master John, and there he and his servant, Robert Marshall, promptly commenced business. They went to work in the bad old-fashioned way of modelling wax dolls or mommets of those whom they wished to destroy. Long pins were thrust through the figures, and they were slowly melted before a fire.(*) The first unfortunate upon whom this experiment was tried, Richard de Sowe, a prominent courtier and close friend of the king, was suddenly taken with agonizing pains, and when Marshall visited the house, as if casually, in order that he might report the results of this sympathetic sorcery to the wizard, he found their hapless victim in a high delirium. When this state of things was promptly conveyed to him, Master John struck a pin through the heart of the image, and in the morning the news reached them that de Sowe had breathed his last. Marshall, who was by now in an extremity of terror, betook himself to a justice and laid bare all that was happening and had happened, with the immediate result that Master John and the gang of conspirators were arrested. It must be remembered that in 1324 the final rebellion against king Edward II had openly broken forth on all sides. A truce of 13 years had been arranged with Scotland, and though the English might refuse Bruce his royal title he was henceforward the warrior king of an independent country. It is true that in May, 1322, the York Parliament had not only reversed the exile of the Despensers, declaring the pardons which had been granted their opponents null and void, as well as voting for the repeal of the Ordinances of 1311, and the Despensers were working for, and fully alive to the necessity of, good and stable government, but nonetheless the situation was something more than perilous; the Exchequer was well-nigh drained; there was rioting and bloodshed in almost every large town; and worst of all, in 1323 the younger Roger Mortimer had escaped from the Tower and got away safely to the Continent. There were French troubles to boot; Charles IV, who in 1322 had succeeded to the throne, would accept no excuse from Edward for any postponement of homage, and in this very year, 1324, declaring the English possessions forfeited, he proceeded to occupy the territory with an army, when it soon became part of the French dominion. There can be not doubt that the citizens of Coventry were political intriguers, and since they were at the moment unable openly to rebel against their sovran lord, taking advantage of the fact that he was harassed and pressed at so critical a juncture, they proceeded against him by the dark and tortuous ways of black magic.

(*) “This is certainly one of the oldest and most universal of spells. To effect the death of a man, or to injure him by making an image in his likeness, and mutilating or destroying this image, is a practice found throughout the whole wide world from its earliest years. It is common both in Babylon and in the Egypt of the Pharoahs, when magicians kneaded puppets of clay or pitch moistened with honey. If it were possible to mingle therewith a drop of a man’s blood, the parings of his nails, a few hairs from his body, a thread or two from his garments, it gave the warlock the greater power over him. In ancient Greece and Rome precisely the same ideas prevailed, and allusions may be found in Theocritus (Idyll II), Virgil (Eclogue VIII, 75-82), Ovid (Heroides, VI, 91, sqq.; Amores, III, vii, 29, sqq.), and many more. (See R. Wunsch, Eine antike Rachepuppe, Philologus, lxi, 1902, pp. 26-31.) We find this charm among the Ojebway Indians, the Cora Indians of Mexico, the Malays, the Chinese and Japanese, the aborigines throughout Australia, the Hindoos, both in ancient India and at the present day, the Burmese, many Arab tribes of Northern Africa, in Turkey, in Italy and the remoter villages of France, in Ireland and Scotland, nor is it (in one shape and form or another) yet unknown in the country districts of England.”

An astrologer, attached to the Duke’s house-hold, when taken and charged with <werchyrye of sorcery against the King,> confessed that he had often cast the horoscope of the Duchess to find out if her husband would ever wear the English crown, the way to which they had attempted to smooth by making a wax image of Henry VI and melting it before a magic fire to bring about the king’s decease. A whole crowd of witches, male and female, were involved in the case, and among these was Margery Jourdemain, a known a notorious invoker of demons and an old trafficker in evil charms.”

In the days of Edward IV it was commonly gossiped that the Duchess of Bedford was a witch, who by her spells had fascinated the king with the beauty of her daughter Elizabeth, whom he made his bride, in spite of the fact that he had plighted his troth to Eleanor Butler, the heiress of the Earl of Shrewsbury. So open did the scandal become that the Duchess of Bedford lodged an official complaint with the Privy Council, and an inquiry was ordered, but, as might have been suspected, this completely cleared the lady.”

O Edward, Edward! fly and leave this place,

Wherein, poor silly King, thou are enchanted.

This is her dam of Bedford’s work, her mother,

That hath bewitch’d thee, Edward, my poor child.

Heywood

Her ascendancy over the king was attributed to the enchantments and experiments of a Dominican friar, learned in many a cantrip and cabala, whom she entertained in her house, and who had fashioned 2 pictures of Edward and Alice which, when suffumigated with the incense of mysterious herbs and gums, mandrakes, sweet calamus, caryophylleae, storax, benzoin, and other plants plucked beneath the full moon what time Venus was in ascendant, caused the old king to dote upon this lovely concubine. With great difficulty by a subtle ruse the friar was arrested, and he thought himself lucky to escape with relegation to a remote house under the strictest observance of his Order, whence, however, he was soon to be recalled with honour and reward, since the Good Parliament shortly came to an end, and Alice Perrers, who now stood higher in favour than ever, was not slow to heap lavish gifts upon her supporters, and to visit her enemies with condign punishment.”

There was nobody more thoroughly scared of witchcraft than Henry VIII’s daughter, Elizabeth, and as John Jewel was preaching his famous sermon before her in February, 1560, he described at length how <this kind of people (I mean witches and sorcerers) within these few last years are marvellously increased within this Your Grace’s realm;> he then related how owing to dark spells he had known many <pine away even to death.> <I pray God,> he unctuously cried, <they may never practise further than upon the subjects!> This was certainly enough to ensure that drastic laws should be passed particularly to protect the Queen, who was probably both thrilled and complimented to think that her life was in danger. It is exceedingly doubtful, whether there was any conspiracy at all which would have attempted Elizabeth’s personal safety.”

That it was a huge and far-reaching political conspiracy is patent form the fact that the lives of Louis XIV, the Queen, the Dauphin, Louise de la Vallière, and the Duchesse de Fontanges had been attempted secretly again and again, whilst as for Colbert, scores of his enemies were constantly entreating for some swift sure poison, constantly participating in unhallowed rites which might lay low the all-powerful Introduction of Minister.”

As early as 600 S. Gregory I had spoken in severest terms, enjoining the punishment of sorcerers and those who trafficked in black magic. It will be noted that he speaks of them as more often belonging to that class termed servi, that is to say, the very people from whom for the most part Nihilists and Bolsheviks have sprung in modern days.” Não consigo encontrar referências para os serui – segundo a grafia moderna poderiam ser os servi, os sérvios? Dostoievsky é o epítome da literatura niilista pré-Revolução Russa. Mas e daí? Ele queimou alguém na fogueira? Na verdade até onde eu sei era um beato (viciado em jogo, mas um beato). Nenhuma pista, só um palpite.

On 13, December, 1258, Pope Alexander IV (Rinaldo Conti) issued a Bull to the Franciscan Inquisitors bidding them refrain from judging any cases of witchcraft unless there was some very strong reason to suppose that heretical practice could also be amply proved. On 10 January, 1260, the same Pontiff addressed a similar Bull to the Dominicans.

DEFENDENDO O INDEFENSÁVEL: “Sixtus IV was an eminent theologian, he is the author of an admirable treatise on the Immaculate Conception, and it is significant that he took strong measures to curb [restrain] the judicial severities of Tomás de Torquemada [que bonzinho], whom he had appointed Grand Inquisitor of Castile, 11 February, 1482. During his reign he published three Bulls directly attacking sorcery, which he clearly identified with heresy, an opinion of the deepest weight when pronounced by one who had so penetrating a knowledge of the political currents of the day [ó!]. There can be no doubt that he saw the society of witches to be nothing else than a vast international of anti-social revolutionaries. (sic!!!)

It has been necessarily thus briefly to review this important series of Papal documents to show that the famous Bull Summis desiderantes affectibus, 9 December, 1484, which Innocent VIII addressed to the authors of the Malleus Maleficarum, is no isolated and extraordinary document, but merely one in the long and important record of Papal utterances, although at the same time it is of the greatest importance and supremely authoritative. It has, however, been very frequently asserted, not only by prejudiced and unscrupulous chroniclers, but also by scholars of standing and repute, that this Bull of Innocent VIII, if not, as many appear to suppose, is actually the prime cause and origin of the crusade against witches, at any rate gave the prosecution and energizing power and an authority which hitherto they had not, and which save for this Bull they could not ever have, commanded and possessed.” “a Bull is an instrument of especial weight and importance, and it differs both in form and detail from constitutions, encyclicals, briefs, decrees, privileges, and rescripts. It should be remarked, however, that the term Bull has conveniently been used to denote all these, especially if they are Papal letters of any early date. By the 15th century clearer distinctions were insisted upon and maintained.”

Alexander VI published two Bulls upon the same theme, and in a Bull of Julius II there is a solemn description of that abomination the Black Mass, which is perhaps the central feature of the worship of Satanists, and which is unhappily yet celebrated today in London, in Paris, in Berlin, and in many another great city.” Leo X, the great Pope of Humanism, issued a Bull on the subject; but even more important is the Bull Dudum uti nobis exponi fecisti, 20 July, 1523, which speaks of the horrible abuse of the Sacrament in sorceries and the charms confuted by witches.”

There is a Constitution of Gregory XV, Omnipotentis Dei, 20 March, 1623; and a Constitution of Urban VIII, Inscrutabilis iudiciorum Dei altitudo, 1st April [hehe], 1631, which – if we except the recent condemnation of Spiritism in the19th century – may be said to be the last Apostolic document directed against these foul and devilish practices.

The noble and momentous sentences are built-up word by word, beat by beat, ever growing more and more authoritative, more and more judicial, until they culminate in the minatory and imprecatory clauses which are so impressive, so definite, that no loophole is left for escape, no turn for evasion. <Nulli ergo omnino hominum liceat hanc paganim nostrae declarationis extentionis concessionis et mandati infringere vel ei ausu temeraris contrarie Si qui autem attentate praesumpserit indignationem omnipotentis Dei ac beatorum Petri et Pauli Apostolorum eius se noverit incursurum.> If any man shall presume to go against the tenor let him know that therein he will bring down upon himself the wrath of Almighty God and of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul.

infallibility is claimed on the ground, not indeed of the terms of the Vatican definition, but of the constant practice of the Holy See, the consentient teaching of the theologians, as well as the clearest deductions of the principles of faith.” “Without exception non-Catholic historians have either in no measured language denounced or else with sorrow deplored the Bull of Innocent VIII as a most pernicious and unhappy document, a perpetual and irrevocable manifesto of the unchanged and unchangeable mind of the Papacy. From this point of view they are entirely justified, and their attitude is undeniably logical and right. The Summis desiderantes affectibus is either a dogmatic exposition by Christ’s Vicar upon earth or it is altogether abominable.” Choose for the second!

It is all the more amazing to find that the writer of the article upon Witchcraft in the Catholic Encyclopaedia quotes Hansen with complete approval and gleefully adds with regard to the Bull of Innocent VIII, <neither does the form suggest that the Pope wishes to bind anyone to believe more about the reality of witchcraft than is involved in the utterances of Holy Scripture,> a statement which is essentially Protestant in its nature, and, as is acknowledged by every historian of whatsoever colour or creed, entirely untrue. By its appearance in a standard work of reference, which is on the shelves of every library, this article upon Witchcraft acquires a certain title to consideration which upon its merits it might otherwise lack. It is signed Herbert Thurston, and turning to the list of <Contributors to the Fifteenth Volume> we duly see <Thurston, Herbert, S.J., London.> Since a Jesuit Father emphasizes in a well-known (and presumably authoritative) Catholic work an opinion so derogatory to the Holy See and so definitely opposed to all historians, one is entitled to express curiosity concerning other writings which may not have come from his pen. I find that for a considerable number of years Fr. Thurston has been contributing to The Month a series of articles upon mystical phenomena and upon various aspects of mysticism, such as the Incorruption of the bodies of Saints and Beati, the Stigmata, the Prophecies of holy persons, the miracles of Crucifixes that bleed or pictures of the Madonna which move, famous Sanctuaries, the inner life of and wonderful events connected with persons still living who have acquired a reputation for sanctity. This busy writer directly or incidentally has dealt with that famous ecstatica Anne Catherine Emmerich; the Crucifix of Limpias; Our Lady of Campocavallo; S. Januarus; the Ven. Maria d’Agreda; Gemma Galgani; Padre Pio Pietralcina; that gentle soul Teresa Higginson, the beauty of whose life has attracted thousands, but whom Fr. Thurston considers hysterical and masochistic and whose devotions to him savour of the <snowball> prayer; Pope Alexander VI; the origin of the Rosary; the Carmelite scapular; and very many themes beside. Here was have (sic) a mass of material, and even a casual glance through these pages will suffice to show the ugly prejudice which informs the whole. The intimate discussions on miracles, spiritual graces and physical phenomena, which above all require faith, reverence, sympathy, tact and understanding, are conducted with a roughness and a rudeness infinitely regrettable. What is worse, in every case Catholic tradition and loyal Catholic feeling are thrust to one side; the note of scepticism, of modernism, and even of rationalism is arrogantly dominant. Tender miracles of healing wrought at some old sanctuary, records of some hidden life of holiness secretly lived amongst us in the cloister or the home, these things seem to provoke Fr. Thurston to such a pitch of annoyance that he cannot refrain from venting his utmost spleen. The obsession is certainly morbid. It is reasonable to suppose that a lengthy series of papers all concentrating upon certain aspects of mysticism would have collected in one volume, and it is extremely significant that in the autumn of 1923 a leading house announced among Forthcoming Books: The Physical Phenomena of Mysticism. By the Rev. Herbert Thurston, S.J. Although in active preparation, this has never seen the light. I have heard upon good authority that the ecclesiastical superiors took exception to such a publication. I may, of course, be wrong, and there can be no question that there is room for a different point of view, but I cannot divest my mind of the idea that the exaggerated rationalization of mystical phenomena conspicuous in the series of articles I have just considered may be by no means unwelcome to the Father of Lies [é coisa do demo usar a cabeça]. It really plays into his hands: first, because it makes the Church ridiculous by creating the impression that her mystics, particularly friars and nuns, are for the most part sickly hysterical subjects, deceivers and deceived, who would be fit inmates of Bedlam; that many of her most reverend shrines, Limpias, Campocavallo, and the sanctuaries of Naples, are frauds and conscious imposture; and, secondly, because it condemns and brings into ridicule that note of holiness which theologians declare is one of the distinctive marks of the true Church.” Finalmente alguém sensato na parada!

INFALIBILIDADE DOS DEMÔNIOS EM PELE DE CORDEIRO: “and Fr. Thurston for 15 nauseating pages insists upon <the evil example of his private life>. This is unnecessary; it is untrue; it shows contempt of Christ’s Vicar on earth.”

For a full account of the Papal Bulls, see my Geography of Witchcraft, 1927” Deve ser um livro interessantíssimo. Um catálogo das páginas mais execráveis já escritos por homens de autoridade na era dos domínios de Deus-Filho sobre a superfície da redonda terra.

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Verbete W I K I sobre Thurston:

Thurston wrote more than 150 articles for the Catholic Encyclopedia (1907-1914), and published nearly 800 articles in magazines and scholarly journals, as well a dozen books. He also re-edited Alban Butler’s Lives of the Saints (1926-1938). Many of Thurston’s articles show a skeptical attitude towards popular legends about the lives of the saints and about holy relics. On the other hand, his treatment of spiritualism and the paranormal was regarded as <too sympathetic> by some within the Catholic community.” “Thurston attributed the phenomena of stigmata to the effects of suggestion.” Livro que parece o mais interessante como inicial: The Physical Phenomena of Mysticism (1952). Vemos, portanto, que o livro foi “enrolado”, mas saiu, após a segunda e nefastérrima edição do Malleus do reverendinho SummersWinters!

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VOLTANDO ÀS PATACOADAS…

It should be borne in mind too that frequent disturbances, conspiracies of anarchists, and nascent Bolshevism showed that the district was rotted to the core, and the severities of Kramer and Sprenger were by no means so unwarranted as is generally supposed.” “Unfortunately full biographies of these two remarkable men, James Sprenger and Henry Kramer, have not been transmitted to us, but as many details have been succinctly collected in the Scriptores Ordinis Praedicatorum of Quétif and Echard, Paris, 1719, I have thought it convenient to transcribe the following accounts from that monumental work.”

PAPAS PROCRIADORES (MAS SANTOS): (*) Burchard was only aware of two children of Innocent VIII. But Egidio of Viterbo wrote: <Primus pontificum filios filiasque palam ostentavit, primus eorum apertas fecit nuptias.>

(*) “One writer, professing himself a Christian, declares that it is at least doubtful whether Our Lord instituted The Holy Sacrifice of the Altar. This, of course, is tantamount to a denial of Christ.”

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The British Museum has five editions of the 15th century: 4to., 1490? (IA 8634); folio, 1490 (IB 8615); 4to., 1494 (IA 7468); folio, 1494 (IB 5064); 4to., 1496 (IA 7503).” “Malleus Maleficarum, 8vo., Paris, an edition to which the British Museum catalogue assigns the date of <1510?>.”

Malleus Maleficarum . . . per F. Raffaelum Maffeum Venetum et D. Jacobi a Judeca instituti Servorum summo studio illustratis et a multis erroribus vindicatus . . . Venetiis Ad Candentis Salamandrae insigne. 1576, 8vo. (This is a disappointing reprint, and it is difficult to see in what consisted the editorial care of the Servite Raffaelo Maffei [Rafael Má-fé!], who may or may not have been some relation of the famous humanist of the same name (d. 25 January, 1522)(*), and who was of the monastery of San Giacomo della Guidecca. He might have produced a critical edition of the greatest value, but as it is there are no glosses, there is no excursus, and the text is poor. For example, in a very difficult passage, Principalis Quaestio II, Pars II, where the earliest texts read <die dominico sotularia ivuenum fungia . . . perungunt,> Venice, 1576, has <die dominica sotularia ivuenum fungia . . . perungent.>)” (*) Não é Raffaello Sanzio, que morreu em 1520.

Malleus Maleficarum, 4 vols., <sumptibus Claudii Bourgeat,> 4to., Lyons, 1669. This would appear to be the latest edition of the Malleus Maleficarum

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The derivation of Femina from fe minus is notorious, and hardly less awkward is the statement that Diabolus comes <a Dia, quod est duo, et bolus, quod est morsellus; quia duo occidit, scilicet corpus et animam.>

O show de horrores continua…

Possibly what will seem even more amazing to modern readers is the misogynic trend of various passages, and these not of the briefest nor least pointed. However, exaggerated as these may be, I am not altogether certain that they will not prove a wholesome and needful antidote in this feministic age, when the sexes seem confounded, and it appear to be the chief object of many females to ape the man, an indecorum by which they not only divest themselves of such charm as they might boast, but lay themselves open to the sternest reprobation in the name of sanity and common-sense. For the Apostle S. Peter says: Let wives be subject to their husbands: that if any believe not the word, they may be won without the word, by the conver[sa]tion of the wives, considering your chaste conversation with fear. Whose adorning let it not be the outward plaiting of the hair, or the wearing of god, or the putting on of apparel; but the hidden man of the heart is the incorruptibility of a quiet and meek spirit, which is rich in the sight of God. For after the manner heretofore the holy women also, who trusted God, adorned themselves, being in subjection to their own husbands: as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters you are, doing well, and not fearing any disturbance.”

(*) “The extremer Picards seem to have been an off-shoot of the Behgards and to have professed the Adamite heresy. They called their churches Paradise whilst engaged in common worship stripped themselves quite nude. Shameful disorders followed. A number of these fanatics took possession of an island in the river Nezarka and lived in open communism. In 1421 Ziska, the Hussite leader, practically exterminated the sect. There have, however, been sporadic outbreaks of these Neo-Adamites. Picards was also a name given to the <Bohemian Brethren>, who may be said to have been organized in 1457 by Gregory, the nephew of Rokyzana.”

Montague Summers.

In Festo Expectationis B.M.V.

1927.”

Já vai tarde, martelador de coisas erradas!

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It was published in 1487, but two years previously the authors had secured a bull from Pope Innocent VIII, authorizing them to continue the witch hunt in the Alps which they had already instituted against the opposition from clergy and secular authorities. They reprinted the bull of December 5, 1484 to make it appear that the whole book enjoyed papal sanction.

Anybody with a grudge or suspicion, very young children included, could accuse anyone of witchcraft and be listened to with attention; anyone who wanted someone else’s property or wife could accuse; any loner, any old person living alone, anyone with a misformity, physical or mental problem was likely to be accused. Open hunting season was declared on women, especially herb gatherers, midwives, widows and spinsters. Women who had no man to supervise them were of course highly suspicious. It has been estimated by Dr. Marija Gimbutas, professor of archaeology at the University of California, that as many as 9 million people, overwhelmingly women, were burned or hanged during the witch-craze. For nearly 250 years the Witches’ Hammer was the guidebook for the witch hunters, but again some of the inquisitioners had misgivings about this devilish book. In a letter dated November 27, 1538 Salazar advised the inquisitioners not to believe everything they read in Malleus Maleficarum, even if the authors write about it as something they themselves have seen and investigated (Henningson, p.347).”

Edo Nyland – The Witch Burnings: Holocaust Without Equal

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TRADUÇÃO ORIGINAL DO REVERENDO CATÓLICO QUE DEVE TER VIVIDO BASTANTES “VERÕES”

every alteration that takes place in a human body – for example, a state of health or a state of sickness – can be brought down to a question of natural causes, as Aristotle has shown in his 7th book of Physics. And the greatest of these is the influence of the stars. But the devils cannot interfere with the stars. This is the opinion of Dionysius in his epistle to S. Polycarp. For this alone God can do. Therefore it is evident the demons cannot actually effect any permanent transformation in human bodies; that is to say, no real metamorphosis. And so we must refer the appearance of any such change to some dark and occult cause.”

For devils have no power at all save by a certain subtle art. But an art cannot permanently produce a true form. (And a certain author says: Writers on Alchemy know that there is no hope of any real transmutation.) Therefore the devils for their part, making use of the utmost of their craft, cannot bring about any permanent cure – or permanent disease.”

But the power of the devil is stronger than any human power” (Job 40) Ou a tradução para Português perde muito do sentido original ou o autor se equivoca muito ao interpretar os versos de Jó XL como sobre o demônio, quando só falam de Deus onipotente, do homem impotente e, no máximo, do animal beemote, que é um crente, age com sabedoria, não se desespera, porque conhece a própria fraqueza melhor do que o homem.

For the imagination of some men is so vivid that they think they see actual figures and appearances which are but the reflection of their thoughts, and then these are believed to be the apparitions of evil spirits or even the spectres of witches.”

#títulodelivro

DESBATIZADO

an infidel and worse than a heathen”

tempstation du mal, ô Être!

Deuteronômio 18: Este, pois, será o direito dos sacerdotes, a receber do povo, dos que oferecerem sacrifício, seja boi ou gado miúdo; que darão ao sacerdote a espádua e as queixadas e o bucho.”

Ça ser dote ou não ser, eis a questão

Entre ti não se achará quem faça passar pelo fogo a seu filho ou a sua filha, nem adivinhador, nem prognosticador, nem agoureiro, nem feiticeiro;

Nem encantador, nem quem consulte a um espírito adivinhador, nem mágico, nem quem consulte os mortos;

Pois todo aquele que faz tal coisa é abominação ao Senhor; e por estas abominações o Senhor teu Deus os lança fora de diante de ti.

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estas nações, que hás de possuir, ouvem os prognosticadores e os adivinhadores; porém a ti [descendente sacerdotal] o Senhor teu Deus não permitiu tal coisa. [Daí estaria implícito que a adivinhação e o ato de aconselhar [?] estão permitidos para todas as tribos não-sacerdotais; são simplesmente naturais dentre o povaréu. Não deveriam ser os e as possuidoras de tantos e atípicos talentos vítimas de apedrejamento, apenas deixad@s em sua ‘cegueira espiritual inerente’, para serem julgad@s na Esfera competente Quando de competência!]

Porém o profeta que tiver a presunção de falar alguma palavra em meu nome, que eu não lhe tenha mandado falar [um Genocídio teria de advir], ou o que falar em nome de outros deuses, esse profeta morrerá.” Não disse de quê.

Quando o profeta falar em nome do Senhor, e essa palavra não se cumprir, nem suceder assim; esta é palavra que o Senhor não falou; com soberba a falou aquele profeta; não tenhas temor dele.” Jesus tem ainda uns 30 mil anos de crédito, relaxai…

Levíticos 19: “The soul which goeth to wizards and soothsayers to commit fornication with them, I will set my face against that soul, and destroy it out of the midst of my people.”

Levíticos 20: “A man, or woman, in whom there is a pythonical or divining spirit dying, let them die: they shall stone them.”

IV Kings I // 2 Reis 1: “His brother and successor, Joram, threw down the statue of Baal, erected by Achab”

(…) Ide, e perguntai a Baal-Zebube, deus de Ecrom, se sararei desta doença.

Mas o anjo do Senhor disse a Elias, o tisbita: Levanta-te, sobe para te encontrares com os mensageiros do rei de Samaria, e dize-lhes: Porventura não há Deus em Israel, para irdes consultar a Baal-Zebube, deus de Ecrom?

E por isso assim diz o Senhor: Da cama, a que subiste, não descerás, mas sem falta morrerás. Então Elias partiu.

(…)

Então o rei (…) disse-lhe: Homem de Deus, o rei diz: Desce.

Mas Elias respondeu, e disse ao capitão de cinqüenta: Se eu, pois, sou homem de Deus, desça fogo do céu, e te consuma a ti e aos teus cinqüenta. Então fogo desceu do céu, e consumiu a ele e aos seus cinqüenta.

(…)

E tornou a enviar um terceiro capitão de cinqüenta, com os seus cinqüenta; então subiu o capitão de cinqüenta e, chegando, pôs-se de joelhos diante de Elias, e suplicou-lhe, dizendo: Homem de Deus, seja, peço-te, preciosa aos teus olhos a minha vida, e a vida destes cinqüenta teus servos.

Eis que fogo desceu do céu, e consumiu aqueles dois primeiros capitães de cinqüenta, com os seus cinqüenta; porém, agora seja preciosa aos teus olhos a minha vida.

Então o anjo do Senhor disse a Elias: Desce com este, não temas. E levantou-se, e desceu com ele ao rei.

(…)

Assim, pois, morreu, conforme a palavra do Senhor, que Elias falara (…)”

I Paralipomenon 10 (Bíblia Vulgata, English translation – equivalente a 1 Crônicas 10): “Saul is slain for his sins: he is buried by the men of Jabes. Now the Philistines fought against Israel, and the men of Israel fled from before the Philistines, and fell down wounded in mount Gelboe. And the Philistines drew near pursuing after Saul, and his sons, and they killed Jonathan, and Abinadab, and Melchisua the sons of Saul. And the battle grew hard against Saul and the archers reached him, and wounded him with arrows. And Saul said to his armour-bearer: Draw thy sword, and kill me: lest these uncircumcised come, and mock me. But his armour-bearer would not, for he was struck with fear: so Saul took his sword, and fell upon it. [réprobo dos réprobos!] And when his armour-bearer saw it, to wit, that Saul was dead, he also fell upon his sword and died. So Saul died, and his 3 sons, and all his house fell together. And when the men of Israel, that dwelt in the plains, saw this, they fled: and Saul and his sons being dead, they forsook their cities, and were scattered up and down: and the Philistines came, and dwelt in them. And the next day the Philistines taking away the spoils of them that were slain, found Saul and his sons lying on mount Gelboe. And when they had stripped him, and cut off his head, and taken away his armour, they sent it into their land, to be carried about, and shown in the temples of the idols and to the people. And his armour they dedicated in the temple of their god, and his head they fastened up in the temple of Dagon. And when the men of Jabes Galaad had heard this, to wit, all that the Philistines had done to Saul, All the valiant men of them arose, and took the bodies of Saul and of his sons, and brought them to Jabes, and buried their bones under the oak that was in Jabes, and they fasted 7 days. So Saul died for his iniquities, because he transgressed the commandment of the Lord, which he had commanded, and kept it not: and moreover consulted also a witch, And trusted not in the Lord: therefore he slew him, and transferred his kingdom to David the son of Isai.”

I will not mention those very many other places where S. Thomas in great detail discusses operations of this kind. As, for example, in his Summa contra Gentiles, Book 3, c. 1 and 2, in part one, question 114, argument 4. And in the Second of the Second, questions 92 and 94. We may further consult the Commentators and the Exegetes who have written upon the wise men and the magicians of Pharaoh, Exodus 7. We may also consult what S. Augustine says in The City of God, Book 18, c. 17. See further his second book On Christian Doctrine. Very many other doctors advance the same opinion, and it would be the height of folly for any man to contradict all these, and he could not be held to be clear of the guilt of heresy. For any man who gravely errs in an exposition of Holy Scripture is rightly considered to be a heretic.”

For they say, and S. Thomas agrees with them, that if witchcraft takes effect in the event of a marriage before there has been carnal copulation, then if it is lasting it annuls and destroys the contract of marriage, and it is quite plain that such a condition cannot in any way be said to be illusory and the effect of imagination.”

DSM-0 (IMPOTENCIAS FEITICIRIVS): “they lay down whether it is to be treated as a lasting or temporary infirmity if it continued for more than the space of 3 years”

Any person, whatsoever his rank or position, upon such an accusation may be put to torture, and he who is found guilty, even if he confesses his crime, let him be racked, let him suffer all other tortures prescribed by law in order that he may be punished in proportion to his offences.

Note: In days of old such criminals suffered a double penalty and were often thrown to wild beast to be devoured by them. Nowadays they are burnt at the stake, and probably this is because the majority of them are women.”

A tênue linha entre a Mãe Diná, David Copperfield e o Capeta.

Here it must be noticed that there are fourteen distinct species which come under the genus superstition, but these for the sake of brevity it is hardly necessary to detail, since they have been most clearly set out by S. Isidore in his Etymologiae, (*) Book 8, and by S. Thomas in his Second of the Second, question 92.” “The category in which women of this sort are to be ranked is called the category of Pythons, persons in or by whom the devil either speaks or performs some astonishing operation, and this is often the first category in order.”

(*) “Throughout the greater part of the Middle Ages it was the text-book most in use in educational institutions. Arevalo, who is regarded as the most authoritative editor of S. Isidore (7 vols., Rome, 1797-1803), tells us that it was printed no less than ten times between 1470 and 1529.”

it is necessary that there should be made a contract with the devil, by which contract the witch truly and actually binds herself to be the servant of the devil and devotes herself to the devil, and this is not done in any dream or under any illusion

CAVALGAR, ASSUNTO FEMININO POR EXCELÊNCIA: “although these women imagine they are riding (as they think and say) with Diana or with Herodias, in truth they are riding with the devil, who calls himself by some such heathen name and throws a glamour before their eyes. (…) the act of riding abroad may be merely illusory, since the devil has extraordinary power over the minds of those who have given themselves up to him, so that what they do in pure imagination, they believe they have actually and really done in the body.” “Whether witches by their magic arts are actually and bodily transported from place to place, or whether this merely happens in imagination, as is the case with regard to those women who are called Pythons, will be dealt with later in this work, and we shall also discuss how they are conveyed.”

The Evil Damnation

Devi[l-]da[-]mente orden[h]ado

that God very often allows devils to act as His ministers and His servants, but throughout all it is God alone who can afflict and it is He alone who can heal, for <I kill and I make alive> (Deuteronomy 32:39).”

(*) “<Lex Cornelia.> De Sicariis et Ueneficis. Passed circa 81 B.C. This law dealt with incendiarism as well as open assassination and poisoning, and laid down penalties for accessories to the fact.”

Yet perhaps this may seem to be altogether too severe a judgement mainly because of the penalties which follow upon excommunication: for the Canon prescribes that a cleric is to be degraded [?] and that a layman is to be handed over to the power of the secular courts, who are admonished to punish him as his offence deserves. Moreover, we must take into consideration the very great numbers of persons who, owing to their ignorance, will surely be found guilty of this error. And since the error is very common the rigor of strict justice may be tempered with mercy. And it is indeed our intention to try to make excuses for those who are guilty of this heresy rather than to accuse them of being infected with the malice of heresy. It is preferable then that if a man should be even gravely suspected of holding this false opinion he should not be immediately condemned for the grave crime of heresy. (See the gloss of Bernard upon the word Condemned.)”

since an idea merely kept to oneself is not heresy unless it be afterwards put forward, obstinately and openly maintained, it should certainly be said that persons such as we have just mentioned are not to be openly condemned for the crime of heresy. But let no man think he may escape by pleading ignorance. For those who have gone astray through ignorance of this kind may be found to have sinned very gravely. For although there are many degrees of ignorance, nevertheless those who have the cure of souls [padres?] cannot plead invincible ignorance, as the philosophers call it, which by the writers on Canon law and by the Theologians is called Ignorance of the Fact.” “For sometimes persons do not know, they do not wish to know, and they have no intention of knowing. For such persons there is no excuse, but they are to be altogether condemned.”

If it be asked whether the movement of material objects from place to place by the devil may be paralleled by the movement of the spheres, the answer is No. Because material objects are not thus moved by any natural inherent power of their own, but they are only moved by a certain obedience to the power of the devil, who by the virtue of his own nature has a certain dominion over bodies and material things; he has this certain power, I affirm, yet he is not able to add to created material objects any form or shape, be it substantial or accidental, without some admixture of or compounding with another created natural object.”

The planets and stars have no power to coerce and compel devils to perform any actions against their will, although seemingly demons are readier to appear when summoned by magicians under the influence of certain stars. It appears that they do this for two reasons. First, because they know that the power of that planet will aid the effect which the magicians desire. Secondly, They do this in order to deceive men, thus making them suppose that the stars have some divine power or actual divinity, and we know that in days of old this veneration of the stars led to the vilest idolatry.”

alchemists make something similar to gold, that is to say, in so far as the external accidents are concerned, but nevertheless they do not make true gold, because the substance of gold is not formed by the heat of fire which alchemists employ, but by the heat of the sun, acting and reacting upon a certain spot where mineral power is concentrated and amassed, and therefore such gold is of the same likeness as, but is not of the same species as, natural gold.”

Raimundo de Sabunde, espanhol, traduzido até por Montaigne (Theologia Naturalis).

we learn from the Holy Scriptures of the disasters which fell upon Job, how fire fell from heaven and striking the sheep and the servants consumed them, and how a violent wind threw down the four corners of a house so that it fell upon his children and slew them all. The devil by himself without the co-operation of any witches, but merely by God’s permission alone, was able to bring about all these disasters. Therefore he can certainly do many things which are often ascribed to the work of witches.”

uma sálvia podre, arremessada numa corrente d’água, pode causar terríveis tempestades e borrascas.”

Um dos argumentos muito repetidos: Citamos Aristóteles, que diz, no terceiro livro de sua Ética: O Mal é um ato voluntário, o que se prova pelo fato de que ninguém executa uma ação injusta, e um homem que comete um estupro o faz em busca do seu próprio prazer, não é que prejudique apenas por prejudicar ou queira cometer o mal pelo próprio mal. Mas não é assim que entende a Lei. O diabo está apenas usando a bruxa como seu instrumento; logo, neste caso a bruxa é apenas um títere; a bruxa não deveria ser punida pelo seu ato.” [!!!]

Gálatas 3: “O senseless Galatians, who hath bewitched you that you should not obey the truth?”

And the gloss upon this passage refers to those who have singularly fiery and baleful eyes [inflamados, perniciosos], who by a mere look can harm others, especially young children.” ???

Alguns podem seduzir e hipnotizar pelo mero olhar” Avicena

O ímã assustava os crentes até no mínimo Santo Agostinho. O “poder” feminino da maquiagem é colocado em pé de igualdade com aquele poder de atração magnética!

Moisés atacou o Egito com dez pragas por intermédio do ministério dos bons Anjos; já os magos do Faraó foram capazes tão-só de realizar três desses milagres pela ajuda de Satanás. E a peste que caiu sobre as pessoas por 3 dias devido ao pecado de Davi, que enumerou as pessoas, e os 72 mil homens que foram massacrados numa noite, do exército de Senacheribe, foram milagres produzidos por Anjos de Deus, i.e., Anjos bons tementes a Deus e sabedores de Sua Vontade.”

No tempo de Jó não havia feiticeiros nem bruxas. A Providência quis que o exemplo de Jó servisse para alertar sobre os poderes ocultos do Anjo caído manifestáveis mesmo contra os justos (…) lembre-se: nada ocorre senão a vontade de Deus.”

Vincent of Beauvais(*) in his Speculum historiale, quoting many learned authorities, says that he who first practised the arts of magic and of astrology was Zoroaster, who is said to have been Cham the son of Noe. And according to S. Augustine in his book Of the City of God, Cham laughed aloud when he was born, and thus showed that he was a servant of the devil, and he, although he was a great and mighty king, was conquered by Ninus the son of Belus,¹ who built Ninive, whose reign was the beginning of the kingdom of Assyria in the time of Abraham.”

(*) “Little is known of the personal history of this celebrated encyclopaedist. The years of his birth and death are uncertain, but the dates most frequently assigned are 1190 and 1264 respectively. It is thought that he joined the Dominicans in Paris shortly after 1218, and that he passed practically his whole life in his monastery in Beauvais, where he occupied himself incessantly upon his enormous work, the general title of which is Speculum Maius, containing 80 books, divided into 9.885 chapters. The third part, Speculum Historiale, in 31 books and 3,793 chapters, bring the History of the World down to A.D. 1250.”

¹ Grego antigo Bēlos; a reencarnação antropomórfica de Marduk; e ainda suposto neto de Hércules! Belus é algumas vezes associado à Assíria, outras à Babilônia e ainda outras ao Egito como um “pai civilizacional” e mestre militar ou semideus da guerra. Na última versão (a egípcia), teria se casado com a filha do deus-rio Nilo. De 12 autores clássicos que citaram Belus, 4 atribuem sua paternidade a Poseidon. Não estão tampouco descartadas relações do nome Belus com Ba’al do Velho Testamento (conseqüentemente, Ba’al e Marduque possuem verossimilhanças e correlações).

From this time men began to worship images as though they were gods; but this was after the earliest years of history, for in the very first ages there was no idolatry, since in the earliest times men still preserved some remembrance of the creation of the world, as S. Thomas says, Book 2, question 95, article 4. Or it may have originated with Nembroth [Nimrod], who compelled men to worship fire; and thus in the second age of the world there began Idolatry, which is the first of all superstitions, as Divination is the second, and the Observing of Times and Seasons the third.

The practices of witches are included in the second kind of superstition, since they expressly invoke the devil. And there are 3 kinds of this superstition: — Necromancy, Astrology, or rather Astromancy, the superstitious observation of stars, and Oneiromancy.Freud bruxão

The prophet Isaiah (6:6) says: The earth is filled with the knowledge of the Lord. And so in this twilight and evening of the world, when sin is flourishing on every side and in every place, when charity is growing cold, the evil of witches and their inequities superabound.”

And since Zoroaster was wholly given up to the magic arts, it was the devil alone who inspired him to study and observe the stars.”

For the eyes direct their glance upon a certain object without taking notice of other things, and although the vision be perfectly clear, yet at the sight of some impurity, such, for example, a woman during her monthly periods, the eyes will as it were contract a certain impurity. This is what Aristotle says in his work On Sleep and Waking, and thus if anybody’s spirit be inflamed with malice or rage, as is often the case with old women, then their disturbed spirit looks through their eyes, for their countenances are most evil and harmful, and often terrify young children of tender years, who are extremely impressionable.” “Os olhos dirigem sua mirada a certos objetos sem se concentrar sobre ou perceber outros, e ainda que o sentido da visão resulte perfeitamente claro, quando abstraído por alguma impureza, como, por exemplo, uma mulher em seu período menstrual, os olhos serão contaminados pela mesma impureza. Isto é o que Aristóteles diz em sua obra Sobre o Sono e a Vigília [livro contido na obra maior, Da Alma]; destarte, se a alma de alguém estiver dominada pela malícia ou fúria, o que é amiúde o caso das mulheres velhas, sua alma perturbada transparece através dos olhos; basta observar o quanto seus semblantes parecem maus e daninhos, e como assustam com tanta facilidade as crianças pequenas nos anos da inocência, que são extremamente impressionáveis.”

A lenda do “olhar letal” do basilisco: quiçá a fonte do Mito da Medusa.

EVIL NEVER DIES: “Réalité de la Magie et des Apparitions, Paris, 1819 (pp. xii-xiii), has: <Le monde, purgé par le déluge, fut repeuplé par les trois fils de Noé. Sem et Japhet imitèrent la vertu de leur père, et furent justes comme lui. Cham, au contraire, donna entrée au démon dans son coeur, remit au jour l’art exécrable de la magie, en composa les règles, et en instruisit son fils Misraim.>

OS TRÊS REIS MAGOS VIERAM PRESENTEAR O FILHO DE DEUS (O DIABO REDENTOR) COM PRESENTES FANTÁSTICOS E ENCANTADORES.

Caldeu, astrólogo e mago eram três sinônimos perfeitos.”

And now with reference to the second point, namely, that blood will flow from a corpse in the presence of a murderer.” Superstição lida hoje em Tom Sawyer!

Now there are two circumstances which are certainly very common at the present day, that is to say, the connexion of witches with familiars, Incubi and Succubi, and the horrible sacrifices of small children. (…) Now these demons work owing to their influence upon man’s mind and upon his free will, and they choose to copulate under the influence of certain stars rather than under the influence of others, for it would seem that at certain times their semen can more easily generate and beget children.”

At first it may truly seem that it is not in accordance with the Catholic Faith to maintain that children can be begotten by devils, that is to say, by Incubi and Succubi: for God Himself, before sin came into the world, instituted human procreation, since He created woman from the rib of man to be a help-meet unto man: And to them He said: Increase, and multiply, Genesis 2:24. Likewise after sin had come into the world, it was said to Noé: Increase, and multiply, Genesis 9:1. In the time of the new law also, Christ confirmed this union: Have ye not read, that he who made man from the beginning, Made them male and female? S. Matthew 19:4. Therefore, men cannot be begotten in any other way than this.

But it may be argued that devils take their part in this generation not as the essential cause, but as a secondary and artificial cause, since they busy themselves by interfering with the process of normal copulation and conception, by obtaining human semen, and themselves transferring it.”

to collect human semen from one person and to transfer it to another implies certain local actions. But devils cannot locally move bodies from place to place. And this is the argument they put forward. The soul is purely a spiritual essence, so is the devil: but the soul cannot move a body from place to place except it be that body in which it lives and to which it gives life: whence if any member of the body perishes it becomes dead and immovable. Therefore devils cannot move a body from place to place, except it be a body to which they give life. It has been shown, however, and is acknowledged that devils do not bestow life on anybody, therefore they cannot move human semen locally”

the power that moves and the movement are one and the same thing according to Aristotle in his Physics. It follows, therefore, that devils who move heavenly bodies must be in heaven, which is wholly untrue, both in our opinion, and in the opinion of the Platonists.”

as Walafrid Strabo says in his commentary upon Exodus 7:2: And Pharaoh called the wise men and the magicians: Devils go about the earth collecting every sort of seed, and can by working upon them broadcast various species. And again in Genesis 6 the gloss makes 2 comments on the words: And the sons of God saw the daughters of men. First, that by the sons of God are meant the sons of Seth, and by the daughters of men, the daughters of Cain. Second, that Giants were created not by some incredible act of men, but by certain devils, which are shameless towards women. For the Bible says, Giants were upon the earth.”

For through the wantonness of the flesh they have much power over men; and in men the source of wantonness lies in the privy parts, since it is from them that the semen falls, just as in women it falls from the navel.”

men may at times be begotten by means of Incubi and Succubi”

We leave open the question whether it was possible for Venus to give birth to Aeneas through coition with Anchises. For a similar question arises in the Scriptures, where it is asked whether evil angels lay with the daughters of men, and thereby the earth was then filled with giants, that is to say, preternaturally big and strong men.” Santo Agostinho

Satyrs are wild shaggy creatures of the woods, which are a certain kind of devils called Incubi.”

As to that of S. Paul in I Corinthians 11, A woman ought to have a covering on her head, because of the angels, many Catholics believe that because of the angels refers to Incubi. Of the same opinion is the Venerable Bede in his History of the English; also William of Paris in his book De Universo, the last part of the 6th treatise. Moreover, S. Thomas speaks of this (I. 25 and II. 8, and elsewhere; also on Isaiah 12 and 14). Therefore he says that it is rash to deny such things. For that which appears true to many cannot be altogether false, according to Aristotle (at the end of the De somno et vigilia, and in the 2nd Ethics). I say nothing of the many authentic histories, both Catholic and heathen, which openly affirm the existence of Incubi.”

I Corinthians 11: Every man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonors his head. But every woman who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonors her head—it is the same as having her head shaved. For if a woman does not cover her head, she might as well have her hair cut off; but if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, then she should cover her head. A man ought not to cover his head, since he is the image and glory of God; but woman is the glory of man.”

materially life springs from the semen, and an Incubus devil can, with God’s permission, accomplish this by coition. And the semen does not so much spring from him, as it is another man’s semen received by him for this purpose (see S. Thomas, I. 51, art. 3). For the devil is Succubus to a man, and becomes Incubus to a woman. In just the same way they absorb the seeds of other things for the generating of various thing, as S. Augustine says, de Trinitate 3.”

INNER-BREEDING HERMAPHRODITE MUTUAL CONCEPTION: “one devil, allotted to a woman, should receive semen from another devil, allotted to a man [esperma feminino, vale dizer], that in this way each of them should be commissioned by the prince of devils to work some witchcraft; since, to each one is allotted his own angel, even from among the evil ones; or because of the filthiness of the deed, which one devil would abhor to commit.”

the soul occupies by far the lowest grade in the order of spiritual beings, and therefore it follows that there must be some proportionate relation between it and the body which it is able to move by contact. But it is not so with devils, whose power altogether exceeds corporeal power. (…) And just as the higher heavenly bodies are moved by the higher spiritual substances, as are the good Angels, so are the lower bodies moved by the lower spiritual substances, as are the devils. And if this limitation of the devils’ power is due to the essence of nature, it is held by some that the devils are not of the order of those higher angels, but are part of this terrestrial order created by God; and this was the opinion of the Philosophers. And if it is due to condemnation for sin, as is held by the Theologians, then they were thrust from the regions of heaven into this lower atmosphere for a punishment, and therefore are not able to move either it or the earth. (…) Also there is the argument that objects that the motion of the whole and of the part is the same thing, just as Aristotle in his 4th Physics instances the case of the whole earth and a clod of soil; and that therefore if the devils could move a part of the earth, they could also move the whole earth. But this is not valid, as is clear to anyone who examines the distinction.”

through such action complete contraception and generation by women can take place, inasmuch as they can deposit human semen in the suitable place of a woman’s womb where there is already a corresponding substance. (…) wherefore the child is the son not of the devil, but of some man.”

FREEZER ANTIGO: “devils are able to store the semen safely, so that its vital heat is not lost; or even that it cannot evaporate so easily on account of the great speed at which they move by reason of the superiority of the move over the thing moved.”

I Corinthians 15: “As long as the world endures Angels are set over Angels, men over men, and devils over devils. Also in Job 40 it speaks of the scales of Leviathan, which signify the members of the devil, how one cleaves to another. Therefore there is among them diversity both of order and of action.” “It is Catholic to maintain that there is a certain order of interior and exterior actions, and a degree of preference among devils. Whence it follows that certain abominations are committed by the lowest orders, from which the higher orders are precluded on account of the nobility of their natures.”

Dionysus also lays it down in his 10th chapter On the Celestial Hierarchy that in the same order there are 3 separate degrees; and we must agree with this, since they are both immaterial and incorporeal. See also S. Thomas (2:2).”

For though one and the same name, that of devil, is generally used in Scripture because of their various qualities, yet the Scriptures teach that One is set over these filthy actions, just as certain other vices are subject to Another. For it is the practice of Scripture and of speech to name every unclean spirit Diabolus, from Dia, that is Two, and Bolus, that is Morsel [pedaço]; for he kills two things, the body and the soul. And this is in accordance with etymology, although in Greek Diabolus means shut in Prison, which also is apt, since he is not permitted to do as much harm as he wishes. Or Diabolus may mean Downflowing, since he flowed down, that is, fell down, both specifically and locally. He is also named Demon, that is, Cunning over Blood, since he thirsts for and procures sin with a threefold knowledge, being powerful in the subtlety of his nature, in his age-long experience, and in the revelation of the good spirits. He is called also Belial, which means Without Yoke or Master; for he can fight against him to whom he should be subject. He is called also Beelzebub, which means Lord of Flies, that is, of the souls of sinners who have left the true faith of Christ. Also Satan, that is, the Adversary; see I Peter 2: For your adversary the devil goeth about, etc. Also Behemoth, that is, Beast, because he makes men bestial.

But the very devil of Fornication, and the chief of that abomination, is called Asmodeus, which means the Creature of Judgement: for because of this kind of sin a terrible judgement was executed upon Sodom and the 4 other cities. Similarly the devil of Pride is called Leviathan, which means Their Addition; because when Lucifer tempted our first parents he promised them, out of his pride, the addition of Divinity. Concerning him the Lord said through Isaiah: I shall visit it upon Leviathan, that old and tortuous serpent. And the devil of Avarice and Riches is called Mammon, whom also Christ mentions in the Gospel (Matthew 6): Ye cannot serve God, etc.

Segundo este panfleto, Lúcifer e os “diabos mais altos” jamais cometeriam um ato tão impuro quanto a fornicação! Demônios pudicos…

certain men who are called Lunatics are molested by devils more at one time than at another; and the devils would not so behave, but would rather molest them at all times, unless they themselves were deeply affected by certain phases of the Moon.”

the choleric are wrathful, the sanguine are kindly, the melancholy are envious, and the phlegmatic are slothful.”

S. Augustine (de Civitate Dei, V), where he resolves a certain question of 2 brothers who fell ill and were cured simultaneously, approves the reasoning of Hippocrates rather than that of an Astronomer. For Hippocrates answered that it is owing to the similarity of their humours; and the Astronomer answered that it was owing the identity of their horoscopes. For the Physician’s answer was better, since he adduced the more powerful and immediate cause.”

Saturn has a melancholy and bad influence and Jupiter a very good influence”

(*) “Although in Cicero and in Seneca mathematicus means a mathematician, in later Latin it always signifies an astrologer, a diviner, a wizard. The Mathematici were condemned by the Roman law as exponents of black magic. Their art is indeed forbidden in severest terms by Diocletian (A.D. 284-305): <Artem geometriae discere atque exervere oublice interest, ars autem mathematica damnabilis interdicta est omnino.>

Also, as William of Paris says in his De Universo, it is proved by experience that if a harlot tries to plant an olive it does not become fruitful, whereas if it is planted by a chaste woman it is fruitful.”

And here it is to be noted that a belief in Fate is in one way quite Catholic, but in another way entirely heretical.” “Fate may be considered to be a sort of second disposition, or an ordination of second causes for the production of foreseen Divine effects. And in this way Fate is truly something.”

as Aristotle says, the brain is the most humid of all the parts of the body, therefore it chiefly is subject to the operation of the Moon, which itself has power to incite humours. Moreover, the animal forces are perfected in the brain, and therefore the devils disturb a man’s fancy according to certain phases of the Moon, when the brain is ripe for such influences. And these are reasons why the devils are present as counsellors in certain constellations. They may lead men into the error of thinking that there is some divinity in the stars.”

And as for that concerning I Kings 16: that Saul, who was vexed by a devil, was alleviated when David played his harp before him, and that the devil departed, etc. It must be known that it is quite true that by the playing of the harp, and the natural virtue of that harmony, the affliction of Saul was to some extent relieved, inasmuch as that music did somewhat calm his sense through hearing; through which calming he was made less prone to that vexation.”

parteiras, que ultrapassam todas as outras em maldade.”

there are three things in nature, the Tongue, an Ecclesiastic, and a Woman, which know no moderation in goodness or vice; and when they exceed the bounds of their condition they reach the greatest heights and the lowest depths of goodness and vice.”

Avoid as you would the plague a trading priest, who has risen from poverty to riches, from a low to a high estate.”

Ecclesiasticus 25: “There is no head above the head of a serpent: and there is no wrath above the wrath of a woman. I had rather dwell with a lion and a dragon than to keep house with a wicked woman.”

O que mais é uma mulher senão um inimigo da amizade, uma punição inescapável, um mal necessário, uma tentação natural, uma calamidade desejável, um perigo doméstico, um prejuízo deleitável, um mal da natureza disfarçado de beleza?” João Crisóstomo

Cicero in his second book of The Rhetorics says: The many lusts of men lead them into one sin, but the lust of women leads them into all sins; for the root of all woman’s vices is avarice. And Seneca says in his Medea: A woman either loves or hates; there is no third grade. And the tears of woman are a deception, for they may spring from true grief, or they may be a snare. When a woman thinks alone, she thinks evil.”

Intelectualmente, as mulheres são como crianças.” Terêncio

Nenhuma mulher compreendia filosofia exceto Temeste.” Lactâncio, Instituições Divinas

Provérbios 11: “Como uma jóia de ouro no focinho dum porco, assim é uma mulher bonita que não tem modos.”

And when the philosopher Socrates was asked if one should marry a wife, he answered: If you do not, you are lonely, your family dies out, and a stranger inherits; if you do, you suffer perpetual anxiety, querelous complaints, reproaches concerning the marriage portion, the heavy displeasure of your relations, the garrulousness of a mother-in-law, cuckoldom, and no certain arrival of an heir. [fonte?] This he said as one who knew. For S. Jerome in his Contra Iovinianum says: This Socrates had 2 wives, whom he endured with much patience, but could not be rid of their contumelies and clamorous vituperations. So one day when they were complaining against him, he went out of the house to escape their plaguing, and sat down before the house; and the women then threw filthy water over him. But the philosopher was not disturbed by this, saying, <I knew the rain would come after the thunder.>

If we inquire, we find that nearly all the kingdoms of the world have been overthrown by women. Troy, which was a prosperous kingdom, was, for the rape of one woman, Helen, destroyed, and many thousands of Greeks slain. The kingdom of the Jews suffered much misfortune and destruction through the accursed Jezebel, and her daughter Athaliah, queen of Judah, who caused her son’s sons to be killed, that on their death she might reign herself; yet each of them was slain. The kingdom of the Romans endured much evil through Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, that worst of women. And so with others. Therefore it is no wonder if the world now suffers through the malice of women.”

There is no man in the world who studies so hard to please the good God as even an ordinary woman studies by her vanities to please men.”

All witchcraft comes from carnal lust, which is in women insatiable.”

We know of an old woman who, according to the common account of the brothers in that monastery even up to this day, in this manner not only bewitched 3 successive Abbots, but even killed them, and in the same way drove the 4th out of his mind. For she herself publicly confessed it, and does not fear to say: I did so and I do so, and they are not able to keep from loving me because they have eaten so much of my dung – measuring off a certain length on her arm. I confess, moreover, that since we had no case to prosecute her or bring her to trial, she survives to this day.”

APARENTEMENTE, A REFUTAÇÃO DO ‘FENÔMENO’ DA POSSESSÃO: “And a third kind of mutation can be added, which is when a good or bad angel enters into the body, in the same way that we say that God alone is able to enter into the soul, that is, the essence of life. But when we speak of an angel, especially a bad angel, entering the body, as in the case of an obsession, he does not enter beyond the limits of the essence of the body; for in this way only God the Creator can enter, Who gave it to be as it were the intrinsic operation of life. But the devil is said to enter the body when he effects something about the body: for when he works, there he is, as S. John Damascene says. And then he works within the bounds of corporeal matter, but not within the very essence of the body.”

the devil can directly prevent the erection of that member which is adapted to fructification, just as he can prevent local motion.”

And again, it was a greater thing to turn Lot’s wife into a pillar of salt than it is to take away the male organ; and that (Genesis 19) was a real and actual, not an apparent, metamorphosis (for it is said that that pillar is still to be seen), And this was done by a bad Angel; just as the good Angels struck the men of Sodom with blindness, so that they could not find the door of the house. And so it was with the other punishments of the men of Gomorrah. The gloss, indeed, affirms that Lot’s wife was herself tainted with that vice, and therefore she was punished.”

PRECISO PROVAR QUE A ODISSÉIA NÃO FOI REAL, ORA QUAL É O MEU PROBLEMA? “it is read in the books of the Gentiles that a certain sorceress named Circe changed the companions of Ulysses into beasts; but that this was due to some glamour or illusion, rather than an actual accomplishment, by altering the fancies of men”

(*) “Crohns in his Die Summa theologica des Antonin von Florenz und die Schützung des Weibes im Hexenhammer, Helsingfors, 1903, has set out to show that the very pronounced misogyny which is apparent in the Malleus Maleficarum can be traced to the Summa of S. Antoninus.”

(*) “During the 16th century in France lycanthropy was very prevalent, and cannibalism were rife in many county districts.”

penitent witches have often told to us and to others, saying: No one does more harm to the Catholic Faith than midwives. For when they do not kill children, then, as if for some other purpose, they take them out of the room and, raising them up in the air, offer them to devils.”

Evil will be for all time, even to the perfecting of the universe.” Dionysius

as through the persecution of the tyrants came the patience of the martyrs, and through the works of witches come the purgation or proving of the faith of the just”

God in His justice permits the prevalence of evil, both that of sin and that of pain, and especially now that the world is cooling and declining to its end”

SALADA MISTA TEO-GENTÍLICA: “See Apocalypse 12. The dragon falling from heaven drew with him the third part of the stars. And he lives in the form of Leviathan, and is king over all the children of pride. And, according to Aristotle (Metaph., V), he is called king of princes, inasmuch as he moves those who are subject to him according to his will and command.”

Do alto de uma montanha (Escolástica, pressentimento de Dia do Juízo iminente) é fácil dizer que “a ordem do cosmo” exige descer até o último andar do porão na escada metafísica da perfeição gradual de cada coisa a seu tempo…

Democritus and the other natural philosophers were in error when they ascribed whatever happened to the inferior creation to the mere chance of matter.”

the sins of witches are more grievous than those of the bad angels and our first parents. Wherefore, just as the innocent are punished for the sins of their fathers, so are many blameless people damned and bewitched for the sins of witches.”

Adam sinned only in doing that which was wrong in one of two ways; for it was forbidden, but was not wrong in itself: but witches and other sinners sin in doing that which is wrong in both ways, wrong in itself, and forbidden, such as murders and many other forbidden things.”

in fornication a young man sins, but an old man is mad.”

For they are called witches (maleficae) on account of the enormity of their crimes”

For the sin of infidelity consists in opposing the Faith; and this may come about in 2 ways, by opposing a faith which has not yet been received, or by opposing it after it has been received. Of the first sort is the infidelity of the Pagans or Gentiles. In the second way, the Christian Faith may be denied in 2 ways: either by denying the prophecies concerning it, or by denying the actual manifestation of its truth. And the first of these is the infidelity of the Jews, and the second the infidelity of Heretics.”

II Pedro 2: “the infidelity of the heretics, who while professing the faith of the Gospel fight against it by corrupting it, is a greater sin than that of the Jews and Pagans.”

they received the prophecy of the Christian Faith in the Old Law, which they corrupt through badly interpreting it, which is not the case with the Pagans.”

a Saracen fasts, to observe the law of Mohammed as to fasting, and a Jew observes his Feast days; but in such things he is guilty of mortal sin.”

For, besides the punishment of excommunication inflicted upon them, Heretics, together with their patrons, protectors and defenders, and with their children to the 2nd generation on the father’s side, and to the first degree on the mother’s side, are admitted to no benefit or office of the Church. And if a Heretic have Catholic children, for the heinousness of his crime they are deprived of their paternal inheritance. And if a man be convicted, and refuse to be converted and abjure his heresy, he must at once be burned, if he is a layman. For if they who counterfeit money are summarily put to death, how much more must they who counterfeit the Faith? But if he is a cleric, after solemn degradation he is handed over to the secular Court to be put to death. But if they return to the Faith, they are to be imprisoned for life.”

For, bodily speaking, sons are a property of the father, and slaves and animals are the property of their masters; and so the sons are sometimes punished for their parents. Thus the son born to David from adultery quickly died; and the animals of the Amalekites were bidden to be killed. Yet the reason for these things remains a mystery.”

SOBRE DEUS INFLIGIR SOFRIMENTO SEM CULPA DO “CRENTE”: “For he says that for 5 causes God scourges man in this life, or inflicts punishment. First, that God may be glorified; and this is when some punishment or affliction is miraculously removed, as in the case of the man born blind (S. John 9), or of the raising of Lazarus (S. John 11).” Ou quando ele me deu 10 graus de miopia, para se gloriar na seqüência com meus infinitos livros.

And the species of the first form of Divination, that is, an open invocation of devils, are the following: Sorcery, Oneiromancy, Necromancy, Oracles, Geomancy, Hydromancy, Aeromancy, Pyromancy, and Soothsaying (see S. Thomas, Second of the Second, quest. 95, 26, and 5). The species of the 2nd kind are Horoscopy, Haruspicy, Augury, Observation of Omens, Cheiromancy and Spatulamancy.

But let no one think that such practices are lawful because the Scripture records that the soul of the just Prophet, summoned from Hades to predict the event of Saul’s coming war, appeared through the means of a woman who was a witch. For, as S. Augustine says to Simplicianus: It is not absurd to believe that it was permitted by some dispensation, or by the potency of any magic art, but by some hidden dispensation unknown to the Pythoness or to Saul, that the spirit of that just man should appear before the sight of the king, to deliver the Divine sentence against him.

Oneiromancy may be practised in two ways. The first is when a person uses dreams so that he may dip into the occult with the help of the revelation of devils invoked by him, with whom he has entered into an open pact. The second is when a man uses dreams for knowing the future, in so far as there is such virtue in dreams proceeding from Divine revelation, from a natural and intrinsic or extrinsic cause”

when we study at the time of the dawn we are given an understanding of certain occult matters in the Scriptures.”

MUITA FÉ NO ARI.: “doctors are very often helped by dreams in their diagnosis (as Aristotle says in the same book).”

when they desire to see what their fellow-witches are doing, it is their practice to lie down on their left side in the name of their own and of all devils; and these things are revealed to their vision in images.”

The other species of divination, which are performed with a tacit, but not an open, invocation of devils, are Horoscopy, or Astrology, so called from the consideration of the stars at birth; Haruspicy, which observes the days and hours; Augury, which observes the behaviour and cries of birds; Omens, which observe the words of men; and Cheiromancy, which observes the lines of the hand, or of the paws of animals.”

although the sin of Satan is unpardonable, this is not on account of the greatness of his crime, having regard to the nature of the Angels, with particular attention to the opinion of those who say that the Angels were created only in a state of nature, and never in a state of grace. And since the good of grace exceeds the good of nature, therefore the sins of those who fall from a state of grace, as do the witches by denying the faith which they received in baptism, exceed the sins of the Angels.”

A certain well-born citizen of Spires had a wife who was of such an obstinate disposition that, though he tried to please her in every way, yet she refused in nearly every way to comply with his wishes, and was always plaguing him with abusive taunts. It happened that, on going into his house one day, and his wife railing against him as usual with opprobrious words, he wished to go out of the house to escape from quarrelling. But she quickly ran before him and locked the door by which he wished to go out; and loudly swore that, unless he beat her, there was no honesty or faithfulness in him. At these heavy words he stretched out his hand, not intending to hurt her, and struck her lightly with his open palm on the buttock; whereupon he suddenly fell to the ground and lost all his senses, and lay in bed for many weeks afflicted with a most grievous illness. Now it is obvious that this was not a natural illness, but was caused by some witchcraft of the woman. And very many similar cases have happened, and been made known to many.”

it is to be said that witches are not generally rich for this reason: that the devils like to show their contempt for the Creator by buying witches for the lowest possible price. And also, lest they should be conspicuous by their riches.”

And because we are now dealing with matters relating to morals and behaviour, and there is no need for a variety of arguments and disquisitions, since those matters which now follow under their headings are sufficiently discussed in the foregoing Questions; therefore we pray God that the reader will not look for proofs in every case, since it is enough to adduce examples that have been personally seen or heard, or are accepted at the word of credible witnesses.

There are 3 classes of men blessed by God, whom that detestable race cannot injure with their witchcraft. And the first are those who administer public justice against them, or prosecute them in any public official capacity. The second are those who, according to the traditional and holy rites of the Church, make lawful use of the power and virtue which the Church by her exorcisms furnishes in the aspersion of Holy Water, the taking of consecrated salt, the carrying of blessed candles on the Day of the Purification of Our Lady, of palm leaves upon Palm Sunday, and men who thus fortify themselves are acting so that the powers of devils are diminished; and of these we shall speak later. The third class are those who, in various and infinite ways, are blessed by the Holy Angels.”

FAÇA O SINAL DA CRUZ, OTÁRIO! “When I had invoked the devil that I might commit such a deed with his help, he answered me that he was unable to do any of those things, because the man had good faith and diligently defended himself with the sign of the cross; and that therefore he could not harm him in his body, but the most he could do was to destroy an 11th part of the fruit of his lands.”

Therefore we may similarly say that, even if the administrators of public justice were not protected by Divine power, yet the devils often of their own accord withdraw their support and guardianship from witches, either because they fear their conversion, or because they desire and hasten their damnation.”

But since self-praise is sordid and mean, it is better to pass them over in silence than to incur the stigma of boastfulness and conceit. But we must except those which have become so well-known that they cannot be concealed.”

Not even the forbidden books of Necromancy contain such knowledge; for witchcraft is not taught in books, nor is it practised by the learned, but by the altogether uneducated; having only one foundation, without the acknowledgement or practice of which it is impossible for anyone to work witchcraft as a witch.”

But these are only the children who have not been re-born by baptism at the font, for they cannot devour those who have been baptized, nor any without God’s permission.”

The first method is when witches meet together in the conclave on a set day, and the devil appears to them in the assumed body of a man, and urges them to keep faith with him, promising them worldly prosperity and length of life; and they recommend a novice to his acceptance. And the devil asks whether she will abjure the Faith, and forsake the holy Christian religion and the worship of the Anomalous Woman (for so they call the Most Blessed Virgin MARY), and never venerate the Sacraments; and if he finds the novice or disciple willing, then the devil stretches out his hand, and so does the novice, and she swears with upraised hand to keep that covenant. And when this is done, the devil at once adds that this is not enough; and when the disciple asks what more must be done, the devil demands the following oath of homage to himself: that she give herself to him, body and soul, for ever, and do her utmost to bring others of both sexes into his power. He adds, finally, that she is to make certain unguents from the bones and limbs of children, especially those who have been baptized; by all which means she will be able to fulfil all her wishes with his help.”

Another, named Walpurgis, was notorious for her power of preserving silence, and used to teach other women how to achieve a like quality of silence by cooking their 1st-born sons in an oven.”

O SUPER-HOMEM ESTUDA DEMONOLOGIA: “For just as a physician sees signs in a sick man which a layman would not notice, so the devil sees what no man can naturally see.”

As bruxas evitavam fazer bruxarias aos sábados, o dia da Santa Virgem. Hohoho, quão poderosas!

And though we are 2 who write this book, one of us has very often seen and known such men. For there is a man who was once a scholar, and is now believed to be a priest in the diocese of Freising, who used to say that at one time he had been bodily carried through the air by a devil, and taken to the most remote parts.”

This is clear in the case of certain men who walk in their sleep on the roofs of houses and over the highest buildings, and no one can oppose their progress either on high or below. And if they are called by their own names by the other by-standers, they immediately fall crashing to the ground.” HAHAHA

For it is manifest that some of them, which the common people call Fauns, and we call Trolls, which abound in Norway, are such buffoons and jokers that they haunt certain places and roads and, without being able to do any hurt to those who pass by, are content with mocking and deluding them, and try to weary them rather than hurt them. And some of them only visit men with harmless nightmares.”

Did not the devil take up Our Saviour, and carry Him up to a high place, as the Gospel testifies?”

Indeed the natural power or virtue which is in Lucifer is so great that there is none greater among the good Angels in Heaven. For just as he excelled all the Angels in his nature, and not his nature, but only his grace, was diminished by his Fall, so that nature still remains in him, although it is darkened and bound.”

Two objections which someone may bring forward are not valid. First, that man’s soul could resist him, and that the text seems to speak of one devil in particular, since it speaks in the singular, namely Lucifer. And because it was he who tempted Christ in the wilderness, and seduced the first man, he is now bound in chains. And the other Angels are not so powerful, since he excels them all. Therefore the other spirits cannot transport wicked men through the air from place to place.

These arguments have no force. For, to consider the Angels first, even the least Angel is incomparably superior to all human power, as can be proved in many ways. First, a spiritual is stronger than a corporeal power, and so is the power of an Angel, or even of the soul, greater than that of the body. Secondly, as to the soul; every bodily shape owes its individuality to matter, and, in the case of human beings, to the fact that a soul informs it”

(GOLDEN) WITCHING (S)HOU(E)R: “Here is an instance of a visible transportation in the day-time. In the town of Waldshut on the Rhine, in the diocese of Constance, there was a certain witch who was so detested by the townsfolk that she was not invited to the celebration of a wedding which, however, nearly all the other townsfolk were present. Being indignant because of this, and wishing to be revenged, she summoned a devil and, telling him the cause of her vexation, asked him to raise a hailstorm and drive all the wedding guests from their dancing; and the devil agreed, and raising her up, carried her through the air to a hill near the town, in the sight of some shepherds. And since, as she afterwards confessed, she had no water to pour into the trench, she made a small trench and filled it with her urine instead of water, and stirred it with her finger, after their custom, with the devil standing by.”

Know, moreover, that the air is in every way a most changeable and fluid matter: and a sign of this is the fact that when any have tried to cut or pierce with a sword the body assumed by a devil, they have not been able to; for the divided parts of the air at once join together again. From this it follows that air is in itself a very competent matter, but because it cannot take shape unless some other terrestrial matter is joined with it, therefore it is necessary that the air which forms the devil’s assumed body should be in some way inspissated [condensado], and approach the property of the earth, while still retaining its true property as air. And devils and disembodied spirits can effect this condensation by means of gross vapours raised from the earth, and by collecting them together into shapes in which they abide, not as defilers of them, but only as their motive power which give to that body the formal appearance of life, in very much the same way as the soul informs the body to which it is joined.”

From this there may arise an incidental question as to what should be thought when a good or bad Angel performs some of the functions of life by means of true natural bodies, and not in aerial bodies; as in the case of Balaam’s ass, through which the Angel spoke, and when the devils take possession of bodies. It is to be said that those bodies are not called assumed, but occupied. See S. Thomas, 2:8, Whether Angels assume bodies.”

To return to the point. Devils have no lungs or tongue, though they can show the latter, as well as teeth and lips, artificially made according to the condition of their body; therefore they cannot truly and properly speak. But since they have understanding, and when they wish to express their meaning, then, by some disturbance of the air included in their assumed body, not of air breathed in and out as in the case of men, they produce, not voices, but sounds which have some likeness to voices, and send them articulately through the outside air to the ears of the hearer. And that the likeness of a voice can be made without respiration of air is clear from the case of other animals which do not breathe, but are said to make a sound, as do also certain other instruments, as Aristotle says in the De Anima. For certain fishes, when they are caught, suddenly utter a cry outside the water, and die.” “If anyone wishes to inquire further into the matter of devils speaking in possessed bodies, he may refer to S. Thomas in the Second Book of Sentences, dist. 8, art. 5. For in that case they use the bodily organs of the possessed body; since they occupy those bodies in respect of the limits of their corporeal quantity, but not in respect of the limits of their essence, either of the body or of the soul.”

HAHAHA: “Therefore it must be said that in no way does an Angel, either good or bad, see with the eyes of its assumed body, nor does it use any bodily property as it does in speaking, when it uses the air and the vibration of the air to produce sound which becomes reproduced in the ears of the hearer. Wherefore their eyes are painted eyes.” “For if the secret wishes of a man are read in his face, and physicians can tell the thoughts of the heart from the heart-beats and the state of the pulse, all the more can such things be known by devils.”

JESUS CRISTO NÃO CAGAVA: “In Christ the process of eating was in all respects complete, since He had the nutritive and metabolistic powers; not, be it said, for the purpose of converting food into His own body, for those powers were, like His body, glorified; so that the food was suddenly dissolved in His body, as when one throws water on to fire.”

in times long past the Incubus devils used to infest women against their wills, as is often shown by Nider in his Formicarius, and by Thomas of Brabant in his books On the Universal Good, or On/About Bees.”

And it is no objection that those of whom the text speaks were not witches but only giants and famous and powerful men; for, as was said before, witchcraft was not perpetuated in the time of the law of Nature, because of the recent memory of the Creation of the world, which left no room for Idolatry. But when the wickedness of man began to increase, the devil found more opportunity to disseminate this kind of perfidy.”

a witch is either old and sterile, or she is not. And if she is, then he naturally associates with the witch without the injection of semen, since it would be of no use, and the devil avoids superfluity in his operations as far as he can. But if she is not sterile, he approaches her in the way of carnal delectation which is procured for the witch. And should be disposed to pregnancy, then if he can conveniently possess the semen extracted from some man, he does not delay to approach her with it for the sake of infecting her progeny.” “But this also cannot altogether be denied, that even in the case of a married witch who has been impregnated by her husband, the devil can, by the commixture of another semen, infect that which has been conceived.”

they have greater opportunity to observe many people, especially young girls, who on Feast Days are more intent on idleness and curiosity, and are therefore more easily seduced by old witches.”

But with regard to any bystanders, the witches themselves have often been seen lying on their backs in the fields or the woods, naked up to the very navel, and it has been apparent from the disposition of those limbs and members which pertain to the venereal act and orgasm, as also from the agitation of their legs and thighs, that, all invisibly to the bystanders, they have been copulating with Incubus devils; yet sometimes, howbeit this is rare, at the end of the act a very black vapour, of about the stature of a man, rises up into the air from the witch. And the reason is that that Schemer knows that he can in this way seduce or pervert the minds of girls or other men who are standing by.”

Husbands have actually seen Incubus devils swiving [fodendo] their wives, although they have thought that they were not devils but men. And when they have taken up a weapon and tried to run them through, the devil has suddenly disappeared, making himself invisible. And then their wives have thrown their arms around them, although they have sometimes been hurt, and railed at their husbands, mocking them, and asking them if they had eyes, or whether they were possessed of devils.”

CARTEIRADA NAS ESTRELAS: “those changes which were miraculously caused in the Old or New Testament were done by God through the good Angels; as, for example, when the sun stood still for Joshua, or when it went backward for Hezekiah, or when it was supernaturally darkened at the Passion of Christ. But in all other matters, with God’s permission, they can work their spells, either the devils themselves, or devils through the agency of witches; and, in fact, it is evident that they do so.”

(*) <Carnival.> These Pagan practices are sternly reprobated in the Liber Poenitentiali of S. Theodore, 7th Archbishop of Canterbury. In Book 37 is written: <If anyone at the Kalends of January goeth about as a stag or a bull-calf, that is, making himself into a wild animal, and dressing in the skins of a herd animal, and putting on the heads of beast; those who in such wise transform themselves into the appearance of a wild animal, let them do penance for 3 years, because this is devilish.> The Council of Auxèrre in 578 (or 585) forbade anyone <to masquerade as a bull-calf or a stag on the 1st of January or to distribute devilish charms.>

In the town of Ratisbon a certain young man who had an intrigue with a girl, wishing to leave her, lost his member; that is to say, some glamour was cast over it so that he could see or touch nothing but his smooth body. In his worry over this he went to a tavern to drink wine; and after he had sat there for a while he got into conversation with another woman who was there, and told her the cause of his sadness, explaining everything, and demonstrating in his body that it was so. The woman was astute, and asked whether he suspected anyone; and when he named such a one, unfolding the whole matter, she said: <If persuasion is not enough, you must use some violence, to induce her to restore to you your health.> So in the evening the young man watched the way by which the witch was in the habit of going, and finding her, prayed her to restore to him the health of his body. And when she maintained that she was innocent and knew nothing about it, he fell upon her, and winding a towel tightly about her neck, choked her, saying: <Unless you give me back my health, you shall die at my hands.> Then she, being unable to cry out, and growing black, said: <Let me go, and I will heal you.> The young man then relaxed the pressure of the towel, and the witch touched him with her hand between the thighs, saying: <Now you have what you desire.> And the young man, as he afterwards said, plainly felt, before he had verified it by looking or touching, that his member had been restored to him by the mere touch of the witch.”

As when a man who is awake sees things otherwise than as they are; such as seeing someone devour a horse with its rider, or thinking he sees a man transformed into a beast, or thinking that he is himself a beast and must associate with beasts. For then the exterior senses are deluded and are employed by the interior senses. For by the power of devils, with God’s permission, mental images long retained in the treasury of such images, which is the memory, are drawn out, not from the intellectual understanding in which such images are stored, but from the memory,¹ which is the repository of mental images, and is situated at the back of the head, and are presented to the imaginative faculty. And so strongly are they impressed on that faculty that a man has an inevitable impulse to imagine a horse or a beast, when the devil draws from the memory an image of a horse or a beast; and so he is compelled to think that he sees with his external eyes such a beast when there is actually no such beast to see; but it seems to be so by reason of the impulsive force of the devil working by means of those images.”

¹ Trecho absolutamente silogístico.

Meu problema é que fui possuído por algo maligno que começa com “D”, Diagnóstico. E essa coisa de que falei me diz que eu estou (com) outra coisa que começa com “B”. Eu (e)s(t)ou (com) uma Besta!

Me disseram que minha visão foi transtornada

Pela rigorosa fé no mais puro nada!

CRIAÇÃO DE MINHOCAS: “And what, then, is to be thought of those witches who in this way sometimes collect male organs in great numbers, as many as 20 or 30 members together, and put them in a bird’s nest, or shut them up in a box, where they move themselves like living members, and eat oats and corn, as has been seen by many and is a matter of common report?”

But in the second sense there is a distinction to be drawn between creatures; for some are perfect creatures, like a man, and an ass, etc. And other are imperfect, such as serpents, frogs, mice, etc., for they can also be generated from putrefaction.”

TRACTATUS DE ÓTICA MEDIEVAL: “For in a glamour there may be an exterior object which is seen, but it seems other than it is. But imaginary vision does not necessarily require an exterior object, but can be caused without that and only by those inner mental images impressed on the imagination.”

It is to be said that the soul is thought to reside in the centre of the heart, in which it communicates with all the members by an out-pouring of life. An example can be taken from a spider, which feels in the middle of its web when any part of the web is touched.”

A CONVENIÊNCIA DO DIABO NÃO PODER FAZER DE MULHERES INOCENTES BRUXAS (POIS QUALQUER PIA E LINDA MOÇA ACUSADA DE BRUXARIA É AUTOMATICAMENTE CULPADA E BOA CARNE DE CHURRASCO): “although the devil can blacken men’s reputations in respect of other vices, yet it does not seem possible for him to do so in respect of this vice [the pact] which cannot be perpetrated without his cooperation.” “it has never yet been known that an innocent person has been punished on suspicion of witchcraft, and there is no doubt that God will never permit such a thing to happen.”

For we have often found that certain people have been visited with epilepsy or the falling sickness by means of eggs which have been buried with dead bodies, especially the dead bodies of witches, together with other ceremonies of which we cannot speak, particularly when these eggs have been given to a person either in food or drink.”

DISFIGURING DIVINE JUSTICE: “And there are witches who can bewitch their judges by a mere look or glance from their eyes, and publicly boast that they cannot be punished; and when malefactors have been imprisoned for their crimes, and exposed to the severest torture to make them tell the truth, these witches can endow them with such an obstinacy of preserving silence that they are unable to lay bare their crimes.”

For the devil knows that, because of the pain of loss, or original sin, such children [mortas antes do batismo] are debarred from entering the Kingdom of Heaven. And by this means the Last Judgement is delayed, when the devils will be condemned to eternal torture; since the number of the elect is more slowly completed, on the fulfilment of which the world will be consumed. And also, as has already been shown, witches are taught by the devil to confect from the limbs of such children an unguent which is very useful for their spells.”

REALMENTE UM ROMANCE DIGNO DE CERVANTES:A certain man relates that he noticed that his wife, when her time came to give birth, against the usual custom of women in childbirth, did not allow any woman to approach the bed except her own daughter, who acted as midwife. Wishing to know the reason for this, he hid himself in the house and saw the whole order of the sacrilege and dedication to the devil, as it has been described. He saw also, as it seemed to him, that without any human support, but by the power of the devil, the child was climbing up the chain by which the cooking-pots were suspended. In great consternation both at the terrible words of the invocation of the devils, and at the other iniquitous ceremonies, he strongly insisted that the child should be baptized immediately. While it was being carried to the next village, where there was a church, and when they had to cross a bridge over a certain river, he drew his sword and ran at his daughter, who was carrying the child, saying in the hearing of 2 others who were with them: <You shall not carry the child over the bridge; for either it must cross the bridge by itself, or you shall be drowned in the river.> The daughter was terrified and, together with the other women in the company, asked him if he were in his right mind (for he had hidden what had happened from all the others except the 2 men who were with him). Then he answered: <You vile drab, by your magic arts you made the child climb the chain in the kitchen; now make it cross the bridge with no one carrying it, or I shall drown you in the river.> And so, being compelled, she put the child down on the bridge, and invoked the devil by her art; and suddenly the child was seen on the other side of the bridge. And when the child had been baptized, and he had returned home, since he now had witnesses to convict his daughter of witchcraft (for he could not prove the former crime of the oblation to the devil, inasmuch as he had been the only witness of the sacrilegious ritual), he accused bot her daughter and wife before the judge after their period of purgation; and they were both burned, and the crime of midwives of making that sacrilegious offering was discovered.”

For the devil hates above all the Blessed Virgin, because she bruised his head.” Quando a Virgem Boxista Maria golpeou o crânio do Belzebu?

The second result to the children of this sacrilege is as follows. When a man offers himself as a sacrifice to God, he recognizes God as his Beginning and his End; and this sacrifice is more worthy than all the external sacrifices which he makes, having its beginning in his creation and its end in his glorification, as it is said: A sacrifice to God is an afflicted spirit, etc. In the same way, when a witch offers a child to the devils, she commends it body and soul to him as its beginning and its end in eternal damnation; wherefore not without some miracle can the child be set free from the payment of so great a debt.” The dead lion which is the daily miracle.

Finally, we know from experience that the daughters of witches are always suspected of similar practises, as imitators of their mothers’ crimes; and that indeed the whole of a witch’s progeny is infected. And the reason for this and for all that has been said before is, that according to their pact with the devil, they always have to leave behind them and carefully instruct a survivor, so that they may fulfill their vow to do all they can to increase the number of witches. For how else could it happen, as it has very often been found, that tender girls of 8 or 10 years have raised up tempests and hailstorms, unless they had been dedicated to the devil under such a pact by their mothers? For the children could not do such things of themselves by abjuring the Faith, which is how all adult witches have to begin, since they have no knowledge of any single article of the Faith.”

I have sometimes seen men coming in and out to my mother; and when I asked her who they were, she told that they were our masters to whom she had given me, and that they were powerful and rich patrons. The father was terrified, and asked her if she could raise a hailstorm then. And the girl said: Yes, if I had a little water. Then he led the girl by the hand to a stream, and said: Do it, but only on our land. Then the girl put her hand in the water and stirred it in the name of her master, as her mother had taught her; and behold! the rain fell only on that land. Seeing this, the father said: Make it hail now, but only on one of our fields. And when the girl had done this, the father was convinced by the evidence, and accused his wife before the judge. And the wife was taken and convicted and burned; but the daughter was reconciled and solemnly dedicated to God, since which hour she could no more work these spells and charms.”

But when this is publicly preached to the people they get no bad information by it; for however much anyone may invoke the devil, and think that by this alone he can do this thing, he deceives himself, because he is without the foundation of that perfidy, not having rendered homage to the devil or abjured the Faith. I have set this down because some have thought that several of the matter of which I have written ought not to be preached to the people, on account of the danger of giving them evil knowledge; whereas it is impossible for anyone to learn from a preacher how to perform any of the things that have been mentioned. But they have been written rather to bring so great a crime into detestation, and should be preached from the pulpit, so that judges may be more eager to punish the horrible crime of the abnegation of the Faith.”

it is very true that many cattle are said to have been bewitched in some districts, especially in the Alps; and it is known that this form of witchcraft is unhappily most widespread.”

For in devils there are 3 things to be considered – their nature, their duty and their sin; and by nature they belong to the empyrean of heaven, through sin to the lower hell, but by reason of the duty assigned to them, as we have said, as ministers of punishment to the wicked and trial to the good, their place is in the clouds of the air. For they do not dwell here with us on the earth lest they should plague us too much; but in the air and around the fiery sphere they can so bring together the active and passive agents that, when God permits, they can bring down fire and lightning from heaven.”

In the same work we hear of a certain leader or heresiarch of witches named Staufer, who lived in Berne and the adjacent country, and used publicly to boast that, whenever he liked, he could change himself into a mouse in the sight of his rivals and slip through the hands of his deadly enemies; and that he had often escaped from the hands of his mortal foes in this manner. But when the Divine justice wished to put an end to his wickedness, some of his enemies lay in wait for him cautiously and saw him sitting in a basket near a window, and suddenly pierced him through with swords and spears, so that he miserably died for his crimes.”

ATÉ UM ESPIRRO DO PROSCRITO PODIA CONDENÁ-LO: “For when they use words of which they do not themselves know the meaning, or characters and signs which are not the sign of the Cross, such practices are altogether to be repudiated, and good men should beware of the cruel arts of these warlocks.”

Also it appears that it is very rarely that men are delivered from a bewitchment by calling on God’s help or the prayers of the Saints. Therefore it follows that they can only be delivered by the help of devils; and it is unlawful to seek such help.”

it is submitted that the exorcisms of the Church are not always effective in the repression of devils in the matter of bodily afflictions, since such are cured only at the discretion of God; but they are effective always against those molestations of devils against which they are chiefly instituted, as, for example, against men who are possessed, or in the matter of exorcising children.”

No Angel is more powerful than our mind, when we hold fast to God. For if power is a virtue in this world, then the mind that keeps close to God is more sublime than the whole world. Therefore such minds can undo the works of the devil.” Augustine, o Sofista

There are 7 metals belonging to the 7 planets; and since Saturn is the Lord of lead, when lead is poured out over anyone who has been bewitched, it is his property to discover the witchcraft by his power.”

In this way we have answered the arguments that no spell of witchcraft must be removed. For the first 2 remedies are altogether unlawful. The 3rd remedy is tolerated by the law, but needs very careful examination on the part of the ecclesiastical judge. And what the civil law tolerates is shown in the chapter on witches, where it is said that those who have skill to prevent men’s labours from being vitiated by tempests and hailstorms are worthy, not of punishment, but of reward. S. Antoninus also, in his Summa, points out this discrepancy between the Canon Law and civil law. Therefore it seems that the civil law concedes the legality of such practices for the preservation of crops and cattle, and that in any event certain men who use such arts are not only to be tolerated but even rewarded.”

With regard to the bewitchment of human beings by means of Incubus and Succubus devils, it is to be noted that this can happen in 3 ways. First, when women voluntarily prostitute themselves to Incubus devils. Secondly, when men have connection with Succubus devils; yet it does not appear that men thus devilishly fornicate with the same full degree of culpability

As for instances where young maidens are molested by Incubus devils in this way, it would take too long to mention even those that have been known to happen in our own time, for there are very many well-attested stories of such bewitchments. But the great difficulty of finding a remedy for such afflictions can be illustrated from a story told by Thomas of Brabant in his Book on Bees.”

William of Paris notes also that Incubus seem chiefly to molest women and girls with beautiful hair; either because they devote themselves too much to the care and adornment of their hair, or because they are boastfully vain about it, or because God in His goodness permits this so that women may be afraid to entice men by the very means by which the devils wish them to entice men.”

At times also women think they have been made pregnant by an Incubus, and their bellies grow to an enormous size; but when the time of parturition comes, their swelling is relieved by no more than the expulsion of a great quantity of wind. For by taking ants’ eggs in drink, or the seeds of spurge or of the black pine, an incredible amount of wind and flatulence is generated in the human stomach. And it is very easy for the devil to cause these and even greater disorders in the stomach. This has been set down in order that too easy credence should not be given to women, but only to those whom experience has shown to be trustworthy, and to those who, by sleeping in their beds or near them, know for a fact that such things as we have spoken of are true.”

the devil can inflame a man towards one woman and render him impotent towards another; and this he can secretly cause by the application of certain herbs or other matters of which he well knows the virtue for this purpose.” “he can prevent the flow of the semen to the members in which is the motive power, by as it were closing the seminal duct so that it does not descend to the genital vessels, or does not ascend again from them, or cannot come forth, or is spent vainly.”

He who loves his wife to excess is an adulterer [!]. And they who love in this way are more liable to be bewitched after the manner we have said.”

it is assumed to be temporary if, within the space of 3 years, by using every possible expedient of the Sacraments of the Church and other remedies, a cure can be caused. But if, after that time, they cannot be cured by any remedy, then it is assumed to be permanent.”

But some may find it difficult to understand how this function can be obstructed in respect of one woman but not of another. S. Bonaventura answers that this may be because some witch has persuaded the devil to effect this only with respect to one woman, or because God will not allow the obstruction to apply save to some particular woman. The judgement of God in this matter is a mystery, as in the case of the wife of Tobias. But how the devil procures this disability is plainly shown by what has already been said. And S. Bonaventura says that he obstructs the procreant function, not intrinsically by harming the organ, but extrinsically by impeding its use; and it is an artificial, not a natural impediment; and so he can cause it to apply to one woman and not to another. Or else he takes away all desire for one or another woman; and this he does by his own power, or else by means of some herb or stone or some occult creature. And in this he is in substantial agreement with Peter of Palude.” Philocaption, or inordinate love of one person for another, can be caused in 3 ways. Sometimes it is due merely to a lack of control over the eyes; sometimes to the temptation of devils; sometimes to the spells of necromancers and witches, with the help of devils.” The second cause arises from the temptation of devils. In this way Amnon loved his beautiful sister Tamar, and was so vexed that he fell sick for love of her (II Samuel 13). For he could not have been so totally corrupt in his mind as to fall into so great a crime of incest unless he had been grievously tempted by the devil.”

when a man often puts away his beautiful wife to cleave to the most hideous of women, and when he cannot rest in the night, but is so demented that he must go by devious ways to his mistress; and when it is found that those of noblest birth, Governors, and other rich men, are the most miserably involved in this sin (for this age is dominated by women, and was foretold by S. Hildegard, as Vincent of Beauvais records in the Mirror of History, although he said it would not endure for as long as it already has); and when the world is now full of adultery, especially among the most highly born; when all this is considered, I say, of what use is it to speak of remedies to those who desire no remedy?” Indeed, sir: why bother?

Avicenna mentions 7 remedies which may be used when a man is made physically ill by this sort of love; but they are hardly relevant to our inquiry except in so far as they may be of service to the sickness of the soul. For he says, in Book III, that the root of the sickness may be discovered by feeling the pulse and uttering the name of the object of the patient’s love; and then, if the law permits, he may be cured by yielding to nature [?]. Or certain medicines may be applied, concerning which he gives instructions. Or the sick man may be turned from his love by lawful remedies which will cause him to direct his love to a more worthy object. Or he may avoid her presence, and so distract his mind from her. Or, if he is open to correction, he may be admonished and expostulated with, to the effect that such love is the greatest misery. Or he may be directed to someone who, as far as he may with God’s truth, will vilify the body and disposition of his love, and so blacken her character that she may appear to him altogether base and deformed. Or, finally, he is to be set to arduous duties which may distract his thoughts.”

(*) “No formal canonization of S. Hildegard has taken place, but many miracles were wrought at her intercession, and her name is in the Roman Martyrology. The feast is celebrated on 17 September in the dioceses of Speyer, Mainz, Trier and Limburg, and by the Solesmes monks on 18 September with a proper Office. The Relics of the Saint are at Eibingen, of which town she is patron. The convent of S. Hildegard there was formally constituted on 17 September, 1904.”

When a sick man wishes to confess, and if on the arrival of the priest he is rendered dumb by his infirmity, or falls into a frenzy, those who have heard him speak must give their testimony. And if he is thought to be at the point of death, let him be reconciled with God by the laying on of hands and the placing of the Sacrament in his mouth. S. Thomas also says that the same procedure may be used with baptized people who are bodily tormented by unclean spirits, and with other mentally distracted persons. And he adds, in Book IV, dist. 9, that the Communion must not be denied to demoniacs unless it is certain that they are being tortured by the devil for some crime. To this Peter of Palude adds: In this case they are to be considered as persons to be excommunicated and delivered up to Satan.”

such was the case of the Corinthian fornicator (I Corinthians 5) who was excommunicated by S. Paul and the Church, and delivered unto Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that his spirit might be saved in the day of our Lord JESUS Christ (…) For so great was the power and the grace of S. Paul, says the gloss, that by the mere words of his mouth he could deliver to Satan those who fell away from the faith.”

For in the primitive Church, when men had to be drawn into the faith by signs, just as the Holy Spirit was made manifest by a visible sign, so also a bodily affliction by the devil was the visible sign of a man who was excommunicated. And it is not unfitting that a man whose case is not quite desperate should be delivered to Satan; for he is not given to the devil as one to be damned, but to be corrected, since it is in the power of the Church, when she pleases, to deliver him again from the hands of the devil. So says S. Thomas.”

This man was casting a devil out of a man possessed in the monastery, and the devil asked him to give him some place to which he could go. This pleased the Brother, and he jokingly said, <Go to my privy [vaso sanitário].> So the devil went out; and when in the night the Brother wished to go and purge his belly, the devil attacked him so savagely in the privy that he with difficulty escaped with his life.” HAHAHA

But a man possessed by a devil can indirectly be relieved by the power of music, as was Saul by David’s harp, or of a herb, or of any other bodily matter in which there lies some natural virtue. Therefore such remedies may be used, as can be argued both from authority and by reason.” although it is good that in the liberation of a bewitched person recourse should be had to an exorcist having authority to exorcise such bewitchments, yet at times other devout persons may, either with or without any exorcism, cast out this sort of diseases.”

ETIMOLOGIA DO TERMO ENERGÚMENO: “But if anyone asks what is the difference between the aspersion of Holy Water and exorcism, since both are ordained against the plagues of the devil, the answer is supplied by S. Thomas, who says: The devil attacks us from without and from within. Therefore Holy Water is ordained against his attacks from without; but exorcism against those from within. For this reason those for whom exorcism is necessary are called Energoumenoi, from En, meaning In, and Ergon, meaning Work, since they labour within themselves. But in exorcising a bewitched person both methods are to be used, because he is tormented both within and without.”

A FÊMEA É DUAS VEZES MAIS DIABÓLICA QUE O DIABO (MORE EVIL THAN THE DEVIL): “the labour required in the case of the bewitched is twofold, whereas it is only single in the case of the possessed.”

The miracle of the removal of a mountain was actually performed by S. Gregory Thaumaturgus, Bishop of Neocaesarea (d. circa 270-275), as the Venerable Bede tells us in his Commentary upon S. Mark XI: <Hoc quoque fieri potuisset, ut mons ablatus de terra mitteretur in mare, si necessitas id fieri poscisset. Quomodo legimus factum precibus beati patris Gregorii Neocaesareae Ponti Antistitis, viri mentis et virtutibus eximii, ut mons in terra tantum loco cederet, quantum incolae civitatis opus habebant. Cum enim volens aedificare ecclesiam in loco apto, vident eum angustiorem esse quam res exigebat, eo quod ex una parte rupe maris, ex alia monte proximo coarctaretur; venit nocte ad locum, et genibus flexis admonuit Dominum promissionis suae, ut montem longius juxta fidem petentis ageret. Et mane facto reversus invenit montem tantum spatii reliquisse structoribus ecclesiae, quantum opus habuerant.>

Also, because when witches wish to deprive a cow of milk they are in the habit of begging a little of the milk or butter which comes from that cow, so that they may afterwards by their art bewitch the cow; therefore women should take care, when they are asked by persons suspected of this crime, not to give away the least thing to them.”

In addition to the setting up of the sign of the Cross which we have mentioned, the following procedure is practised against hailstorms and tempests. Three of the hailstones are thrown into the fire with an invocation of the Most Holy Trinity, and the Lord’s Prayer and the Angelic Salutation are repeated twice or 3 times, together with the Gospel of S. John, In the beginning was the Word. And the sign of the Cross is made in every direction towards each quarter of the world. Finally, The Word was made Flesh is repeated 3 times, and 3 times By the words of this Gospel may this tempest be dispersed. And suddenly, if the tempest is due to witchcraft, it will cease. This is most true and need not be regarded with any suspicion. For if the hailstones were thrown into the fire without the invocation of the Divine Name, then it would be considered superstitious.” And for this reason it is a general practice of the Church to ring bells as a protection against storms, both that the devils may flee from them as being consecrated to God and refrain from their wickedness” And although, according to this rule, the ceremonies and legal procedures of the Old Testament are not now observed, since they are to be understood figuratively, whereas the truth is made known in the New Testament, yet the carrying out of the Sacrament or of Relics to still a storm does not seem to militate against this rule.”

Another terrible thing which God permits to happen to men is when their own children are taken away from women, and strange children are put in their place by devils. And these children, which are commonly called changelings, or in the German tongue Wechselkinder, are of 3 kinds. For some are always ailing and crying, and yet the milk of four women is not enough to satisfy them. Some are generated by the operation of Incubus devils, of whom, however, they are not the sons, but of that man from whom the devil has received the semen as a Succubus, or whose semen he has collected from some nocturnal pollution in sleep. For these children are sometimes, by Divine permission, substituted for the real children. And there is a third kind, when the devils at times appear in the form of young children and attach themselves to the nurses. But all 3 kinds have this in common, that though they are very heavy, they are always ailing and do not grow, and cannot receive enough milk to satisfy them, and are often reported to have vanished away.”

Again in Deuteronomy 22: God says that men shall not put on the garments of women, or conversely; because they did this in honour of the goddess Venus, and others in honour of Mars or Priapus.

(*) “So in Ireland the fairies are called <good people>, and traditionally seem to be of a benevolent and capricious and even mischievous disposition. In some parts of Highland Scotland fairies are called daoine sithe or men of peace, and it is believed that every year the devil carries off a 10th part of them. It will be readily remembered that to the Greeks the Fairies were the gracious goddesses.”

ACENDE A BANANA DE DINAMITE E SAI CORRENDO: “Certainly those whose high privilege it is to judge concerning matters of the faith ought not to be distracted by other business; and Inquisitors deputed by the Apostolic See to inquire into the pest of heresy should manifestly not have to concern themselves with diviners and soothsayers, unless these are also heretics, nor should it be their business to punish such, but they may leave them to be punished by their own judges. Nor does there seem any difficulty in the fact that the heresy of witches is not mentioned in that Canon.”

Again, Solomon showed reverence to the gods of his wives out of complaisance, and was not on that account guilty of apostasy from the Faith; for in his heart he was faithful and kept the true Faith. So also when witches give homage to devils by reason of the pact they have entered into, but keep the Faith in their hearts, they are not on that account to be reckoned as heretics.” But should be burnt!

a heretic is different from an apostate, and it is heretics who are subject to the Court of the Inquisition” “Let the Bishops and their representatives strive by every means to rid their parishes entirely of the pernicious art of soothsaying and magic derived from Zoroaster; and if they find any man or woman addicted to this crime, let him be shamefully cast out of their parishes in disgrace.”

But if, just as these arguments seem to show it to be reasonable in the case of Inquisitors, the Diocesans also wish to be relieved of this responsibility, and to leave the punishment of witches to the secular Courts, such a claim could be made good by the following arguments. For the Canon says, c. ut inquisitionis: We strictly forbid the temporal lords and rulers and their officers in any way to try to judge this crime, since it is purely an ecclesiastical matter: and it speaks of the crime of heresy. It follows therefore that, when the crime is not purely ecclesiastical, as is the case with witches because of the temporal injuries which they commit, it must be punished by the Civil and not by the Ecclesiastical Court. Besides, in the last Canon Law concerning Jews it says: His goods are to be confiscated, and he is to be condemned to death, because with perverse doctrine he opposed the Faith of Christ. But if it is said that this law refers to Jews who have been converted, and have afterwards returned to the worship of the Jews, this is not a valid objection. Rather is the argument strengthened by it; because the civil Judge has to punish such Jews as apostates from the Faith; and therefore witches who abjure the Faith ought to be treated in the same way; for abjuration of the Faith, either wholly or in part, is the essential principle of witches.” A canalhice do clero de que Montesquieu tão bem falou: aplicar o N.T. na esfera civil para se apropriar dos próprios bens e terras judias.

Besides, if the trial and punishment of such witches were not entirely a matter for the civil Judge, what would be the purpose of the laws which provide as follows?” “But in contradiction of all these arguments, the truth of the matter is that such witches may be tried and punished conjointly by the Civil and the Ecclesiastical Courts.” And again, although a secular prince may impose the capital sentence, yet this does not exclude the judgement of the Church, whose part it is to try and judge the case. Indeed this is perfectly clear from the Canon Law in the chapters de summa trin. and fid. cath., and again in the Law concerning heresy, c. ad abolendam and c. urgentis and c. excommunicamus, 1 and 2. For the same penalties are provided by both the Civil and the Canon Laws, as is shown by the Canon Laws concerning the Manichaean and Arian heresies. Therefore the punishment of witches belongs to both Courts together, and not to one separately.”

MAS NÓS, OS OPERADORES DO CADAFALSO, TEMOS NOSSA PRÓPRIA CÔRTE: “If it is an ecclesiastical crime needing ecclesiastical punishment and fine, it shall be tried by a Bishop who stands in favour with God, and not even the most illustrious Judges of the Province shall have a hand in it. And we do not wish the civil Judges to have any knowledge of such proceedings; for such matters must be examined ecclesiastically and the souls of the offenders must be corrected by ecclesiastical penalties, according to the sacred and divine rules which our laws worthily follow.”

Our main object here is to show how, with God’s pleasure, we Inquisitors of Upper Germany may be relieved of the duty of trying witches, and leave them to be punished by their own provincial Judges; and this because of the arduousness of the work: [!!!] provided always that such a course shall in no way endanger the preservation of the faith and the salvation of souls. And therefore we engaged upon this work, that we might leave to the Judges themselves the methods of trying, judging and sentencing in such cases.

Therefore in order to show that the Bishops can in many cases proceed against witches without the Inquisitors; although they cannot so proceed without the temporal and civil Judges in cases involving capital punishment [o melhor dos mundos para o Inquisidor]; it is expedient that we set down the opinions of certain other Inquisitors in parts of Spain, and (saving always the reverence due to them), since we all belong to one and the same Order of Preachers, to refute them, so that each detail may be more clearly understood.” ‘Com todo o respeito, mas discordo de vossas eminências espanholas latinas e frouxas’, parecem dizer os inquisidores saxões a cada linha…

so many more burdens are placed upon us Inquisitors which we cannot safely bear in the sight of the terrible Judge who will demand from us a strict account of the duties imposed upon us.” “the presbyter Udalricus went to a secret place with a certain infamous person, that is, a diviner, says the gloss, not with the intention of invoking the devil, which would have been heresy, but that, by inspecting the astrolabe, he might find out some hidden thing. And this, they say, is pure divination or sortilege.”

(*) “As Clement V died before the collection had been generally published, John XXII promulgated it anew, 25 October, 1317, and sent it to the University of Bologna as the authoritative Corpus of decretals to be used in the courts and schools.”

BEM QUE ALEMÃES SÃO REPUTADOS POR GOSTAR DE ENCHER LINGÜIÇA: “This being the case, it follows that however serious and grave may be the sin which a person commits, if it does not necessarily imply heresy, then he must not be judged as a heretic, although he is to be punished. Consequently an Inquisitor need not interfere in the case of a man who is to be punished as a malefactor, but not as a heretic, but may leave him to be tried by the Judges of his own Province.”

For a person rightly to be adjudged a heretic he must fulfill five conditions. First, there must be an error in his reasoning. Secondly, that error must be in matters concerning the faith, either being contrary to the teaching of the Church as to the true faith, or against sound morality and therefore not leading to the attainment of eternal life [fé da igreja e fé verdadeira explicitamente diferenciadas?]. Thirdly, the error must lie in one who has professed the Catholic faith, for otherwise he would be a Jew or a Pagan, not a heretic. [Benza Pan!] Fourthly, the error must be of such a nature that he who holds it must confess some of the truth of Christ as touching either His Godhead or His Manhood; for if a man wholly denies the faith, he is an apostate. Fifthly, he must pertinaciously and obstinately hold to and follow that error.”

REPENT! “if a man commits fornication or adultery, although he is disobeying the command Thou shalt not commit adultery, yet he is not a heretic unless he holds the opinion that it is lawful to commit adultery.”

EU NÃO SABIA QUE PODIA HAVER DISCUSSÕES MAIS ESTÉREIS DO QUE “FOI PÊNALTI OU NÃO FOI”, MAS EI-LAS: “a simonist is not in the narrow and exact sense of the word a heretic; but broadly speaking and by comparison he is so, according to S. Thomas, when he buys or sells holy things in the belief that the gift of grace can be had for money. But if, as is often the case, he does not act in this belief, he is not a heretic. Yet he truly would be if he did believe that the gift of grace could be had for money.”

For according to Aristotle every wicked man is either ignorant or in error. Therefore, since they who do such things have evil in their wills, they must have an error in their understandings.”

A Theologian will say that it is in the first instance a matter for the Apostolic See to judge whether a heresy actually exists or is only to be presumed in law. And this may be because whenever an effect can proceed from a two-fold cause, no precise judgement can be formed of the actual nature of the cause merely on the basis of the effect. Therefore, since such effects as the worship of the devil or asking his help in the working of witchcraft, by baptizing an image, or offering to him a living child, or killing an infant, and other matters of this sort, can proceed from 2 separate causes, namely, a belief that it is right to worship the devil and sacrifice to him, and that images can receive sacraments; or because a man has formed some pact with the devil, so that he may obtain the more easily from the devil that which he desires in those matters which are not beyond the capacity of the devil; it follows that no one ought hastily to form a definite judgement merely on the basis of the effect as to what is its cause, that is, whether a man does such things out of a wrong opinion concerning the faith. So when there is no doubt about the effect, still it is necessary to inquire farther into the cause; and if it be found that a man has acted out of a perverse and erroneous opinion concerning the faith, then he is to be judged a heretic and will be subject to trial by the Inquisitors together with the Ordinary. But if he has not acted for these reasons, he is to be considered a sorcerer, and a very vile sinner.”

(*) “Extravagantes. This word designates some Papal decretals not contained in certain canonical collections which possess a special authority, that is, they are not found in (but <wander outside>, <extra vagari>) the Decree of Gratian, or the 3 great official collections of the Corpus Iuri (the Decretals of Gregory IX; the 6th Book of the Decretals; and the Clementines). The term is now applied to the collections known as the Extravagantes Joannis XXII and the Extravagantes Communes. When John XXII (1316-34) published the Decretals already known as Clementines, there also existed various pontifical documents, obligatory upon the whole Church indeed, but not included in the Corpus Juris, and these were called Extravagantes. In 1325, Zenselinus de Cassanis added glosses to 20 constitutions of John XXII, and named this collection Viginti Extravagantes papae Joannis XXII. Chappuis also classified these under 14 titles containing all 20 chapters.”

And a Bishop can proceed without an Inquisitor, or an Inquisitor without a Bishop; or, if either of their offices be vacant, their deputies may act independently of each other, provided that it is impossible for them to meet together for joint action within 8 days of the time when the inquiry is due to commence; but if there be no valid reason for their not meeting together, the action shall be null and void in law.”

we treat of 20 methods of delivering sentence, 13 of which are common to all kinds of heresy, and the remainder particular to the heresy of witches.”

The first method is when someone accuses a person before a judge of the crime of heresy, or of protecting heretics, offering to prove it, and to submit himself to the penalty of talion if he fails to prove it. The second method is when someone denounces a person, but does not offer to prove it and is not willing to embroil himself in the matter” “The third method involves an inquisition, that is, when there is no accuser or informer, but a general report that there are witches in some town or place; and then the Judge must proceed, not at the instance of any party, but simply by the virtue of his office. Here it is to be noted that a judge should not readily admit the first method of procedure. For one thing, it is not actuated by motives of faith, nor is it very applicable to the case of witches, since they commit their deeds in secret. Then, again, it is full of danger to the accuser, because of the penalty of talion which he will incur if he fails to prove his case.” “Note also that in the case of the 2nd method the following caution should be observed. For it has been said that the 2nd method of procedure and of instituting a process on behalf of the faith is by means of an information, where the informer does not offer to prove his statement and is not ready to be embroiled in the case, but only speaks because of a sentence of excommunication, or out of zeal for the faith and for the good of the State. Therefore the secular Judge must specify in his general citation or warning aforesaid that none should think that he will become liable to a penalty even if he fails to prove his words; since he comes forward not as an accuser but as an informer.” Invejável engenharia do clima de denuncismo impune – laboratório avant-la-lettre do fascismo!

A figura do “laico-religioso” (com conhecimento de Direito): “if a Notary is not to be procured, then let there be two suitable men in the place of the Notary. For this is dealt with in the c. ut officium, § verum, lib. 6, where it is said: But because it is expedient to proceed with great caution in the trial of a grave crime, that no error may be committed in imposing upon the guilty a deservedly severe punishment; we desire and command that, in the examination of the witnesses necessary in such a charge, you shall have 2 religious and discreet persons, either clerics or laymen.

O PRO-FORMA DA INQUISIÇÃO (Manual de Redação da Caça às Bruxas)

In the Name of the Lord. Amen.

In the year of Our Lord —, on the — day of the — month, in the presence of me the Notary and of the witnesses subscribed, N. of the town of — in the Diocese of —, as above, appeared in the person at — before the honourable Judge, and offered him a schedule to the following effect.”

And if he says that he has seen anything, as, for example, that the accused was present at such a time of tempest, or that he had touched an animal, or had entered a stable, the Judge shall ask when he saw him, and where, and how often, and in what manner, and who were present. If he says that he did not see it, but heard of it, he shall ask him from whom he heard it, where, when, and how often, and in whose presence, making separate articles of each of the several points above mentioned. And the Notary or scribe shall set down a record of them immediately after the aforesaid denunciation”

The third method of beginning a process is the commonest and most usual one, because it is secret, and no accuser or informer has to appear. But when there is a general report of witchcraft in some town or parish, because of this report the Judge may proceed without a general citation or admonition as above, since the noise of that report comes often to his ears; and then again he can begin a process in the presence of the persons, as we have said before.”

Since we have said that in the 2nd method the evidence of the witnesses is to be written down, it is necessary to know how many witnesses there should be, and of what condition. The question is whether a Judge may lawfully convict any person of the heresy of witchcraft on the evidence of 2 legitimate witnesses whose evidence is entirely concordant, or whether more than 2 are necessary. And we say that the evidence of witnesses is not entirely concordant when it is only partially so; that is, when 2 witnesses differ in their accounts, but agree in the substance or effect: as when one says <She bewitched my cow>, and the other says, <She bewitched my child>, but they agree as to the fact of witchcraft.” “although 2 witnesses seem to be enough to satisfy the rigour of law (for the rule is that that which is sworn to by 2 or 3 is taken for the truth); yet in a charge of this kind 2 witnesses do not seem sufficient to ensure an equitable judgement, on account of the heinousness of the crime in question. For the proof of an accusation ought to be clearer than daylight; and especially ought this to be so in the case of the grave charge of heresy.” “the prisoner is not permitted to know who are his accusers. But the Judge himself must by virtue of his office, inquire into any personal enmity felt by the witnesses towards the prisoner; and such witnesses cannot be allowed, as will be shown later. And when the witnesses give confused evidence on account of something lying on their conscience, the Judge is empowered to put them through a 2nd interrogatory.” “if the prisoner is the subject of an evil report, a period should be set for his purgation; and if he is under strong suspicion on account of the evidence of 2 witnesses, the Judge should make him abjure the heresy, or question him, or defer his sentence. For it does not seem just to condemn a man of good name on so great a charge on the evidence of only 2 witnesses, though the case is otherwise with a person of bad reputation. This matter is fully dealt with in the Canon Law of heretics, where it is set down that the Bishop shall cause 3or+ men of good standing to give evidence on oath to speak the truth as to whether they have any knowledge of the existence of heretics in such a parish.” “But when, in spite of certain discrepancies, the witnesses agree in the main facts, then the matter shall rest with the Judge’s discretion

But it may be asked whether the Judge can compel witnesses to sweat an oath to tell the truth in a case concerning the Faith or witches, or if he can examine them many times. We answer that he can do so, especially an ecclesiastical Judge, and that in ecclesiastical cases witnesses can be compelled to speak the truth, and this on oath, since otherwise their evidence would not be valid. For the Canon Law says: The Archbishop or Bishop may make a circuit of the parish in which it is rumoured that there are heretics, and compel 3or+ men of good repute, or even, if it seems good to him, the whole neighbourhood, to give evidence. And if any through damnable obstinacy stubbornly refuse to take the oath, they shall on that account be considered as heretics.”

Note that persons under a sentence of excommunication, associates and accomplices in the crime, notorious evildoers and criminals, or servants giving evidence against their masters, are admitted as witnesses in a case concerning the Faith. And just as a heretic may give evidence against a heretic, so may a witch against a witch; but this only in default of other proofs, and such evidence can only be admitted for the prosecution and not for the defence: this is true also of the evidence of the prisoner’s wife, sons and kindred; for the evidence of such has more weight in proving a charge than in disproving it.” Wit(chn)ess.

The case of evidence given by perjurers, when it is presumed that they are speaking out of zeal for the faith, is dealed with in the Canon c. accusatus, § licet, where it says that the evidence of perjurers, after they have repented, is admissible; and it goes on to say: If it manifestly appears that they do not speak in a spirit of levity, or from motives of enmity, or by reason of a bribe, but purely out of zeal for the orthodox faith, wishing to correct what they have said, or to reveal something about which they had kept silence, in defence of the faith, their testimony shall be as valid as that of anyone else “So great is the plague of heresy that, in an action involving this crime, even servants are admitted as witnesses against their masters, and any criminal evildoer may give evidence against any person soever.” “But if it is asked whether the Judge can admit the mortal enemies of the prisoner to give evidence against him in such a case, we answer that he cannot; for the same chapter of the Canon says: You must not understand that in this kind of charge a mortal personal enemy may be admitted to give evidence.” “And a mortal enmity is constituted by the following circumstances: when there is a death feud or vendetta between the parties, or when there has been an attempted homicide, or some serious wound or injury which manifestly shows that there is mortal hatred on the part of the witness against the prisoner. And in such a case it is presumed that, just as the witness has tried to inflict temporal death on the prisoner by wounding him, so he will also be willing to effect his object by accusing him of heresy; and just as he wished to take away his life, so he would be willing to take away his good name.” “But there are other serious degrees of enmity (for women are easily provoked to hatred), which need not totally disqualify a witness, although they render his evidence very doubtful, so that full credence cannot be placed in his words unless they are substantiated by independent proofs, and other witnesses supply an indubitable proof of them. For the Judge must ask the prisoner whether he thinks that he has any enemy who would dare to accuse him of that crime out of hatred, so that he might compass his death; and if he says that he has, he shall ask who that person is; and then the Judge shall take note whether the person named as being likely to give evidence from motives of malice has actually done so. And if it is found that this is the case, and the Judge has learned from trustworthy men the cause of that enmity, and if the evidence in question is not substantiated by other proofs and the words of other witnesses, then he may safely reject such evidence. But if the prisoner says that he hopes he has no such enemy, but admits that he has had quarrels with women; or if he says that he has an enemy, but names someone who, perhaps, has not given evidence, in that case, even if other witnesses say that such a person has given evidence from motives of enmity, the Judge must not reject his evidence, but admit it together with the other proofs. § There are many who are not sufficiently careful and circumspect, and consider that the depositions of such quarrelsome women should be altogether rejected, saying that no faith can be placed in them, since they are nearly always actuated by motives of hatred. Such men are ignorant of the subtlety and precautions of magistrates, and speak and judge like men who are colour-blind.”

PROCESSO DE CONDENAÇÃO SUMÁRIA: It often happens that we institute a criminal process, and order it to be conducted in a simple straightforward manner without the legal quibbles and contentions which are introduced in other cases. (…) The Judge to whom we commit such a case need not require any writ, or demand that the action should be contested; he may conduct the case on holidays for the sake of the convenience of the public, he should shorten the conduct of the case as much as he can by disallowing all dilatory exceptions, appeals and obstructions, the impertinent contentions of pleaders and advocates, and the quarrels of witnesses, and by restraining the superfluous number of witnesses; but not in such a way as to neglect the necessary proofs” the Judge ought to advise the accuser to set aside his formal accusation and to speak rather as an informer, because of the grave danger that is incurred by an accuser. And so he can proceed in the 2nd manner, which is commonly used, and likewise in the 3rd manner, in which the process is begun not at the instance of any party.”

…Asked further how he could distinguish the accused’s motive, he answered that he knew it because he had spoken with a laugh. § This is a matter which must be inquired into very diligently; for very often people use words quoting someone else, or merely in temper, or as a test of the opinions of other people; although sometimes they are used assertively with definite intention.” “Here it must always be noted that in such an examination at least 5 persons must be present, namely, the presiding Judge, the witness of informer, the respondent or accused, who appears afterwards, and the 3rd is the Notary or scribe: where there is no Notary the scribe shall co-opt another honest man, and these 2, as has been said, shall perform the duties of the Notary; and this is provided for by Apostolic authority” For this is a common custom of witches, to stir up enmity against themselves by some word or action, as, for example, to ask someone to lend them something or else they will damage his garden, or something of that sort, in order to make an occasion for deeds of witchcraft; and they manifest themselves either in word or in action, since they are compelled to do so at the instance of the devils, so that in this way the sins of Judges are aggravated while the witch remains unpunished.”

Asked why she touched a child, and afterwards it fell sick, she answered. Also she was asked what she did in the fields at the time of a tempest, and so with many other matters. Again, why, having 1 or 2 cows, she had more milk than her neighbours who had 4 or 6. Let her be asked why she persists in a state of adultery or concubinage; for although this is beside the point, yet such questions engender more suspicion than would the case with a chaste and honest woman who stood accused.”

It is asked 1st what is to be done when, as often happens, the accused denies everything. We answer that the Judge has 3 points to consider, namely, her bad reputation, the evidence of the fact [nada mais genérico], and the words of the witnesses; and he must see whether all these agree together. And if, as very often is the case, they do not altogether agree together, since witches are variously accused of different deeds committed in some village or town; but the evidences of the fact are visible to the eye, as that a child has been harmed by sorcery, or, more often, a beast has been bewitched or deprived of its milk [o ser humano babaca vê o que quer ver; aliás, o ser humano em geral!]; and if a number of witnesses have come forward whose evidence, even if it show certain discrepancies (as that one should say she had bewitched his child, another his beast, and a 3rd should merely witness to her reputation, and so with the others), but nevertheless agree in the substance of the fact, that is, as to the witchcraft [substância etérea!], and that she is suspected of being a witch; although those witnesses are not enough to warrant a conviction without the fact of the general report, or even with that fact, yet, taken in conjunction with the visible and tangible evidence of the fact, the Judge may decide that the accused is to be reputed, not as strongly or gravely under suspicion, but as manifestly taken in the heresy of witchcraft; provided, that is, that the witnesses are of a suitable condition and have not given evidence out of enmity, and that a sufficient number of them, say 6 or 8 or 10, have agreed together under oath. And then, according to the Canon Law, he must subject her to punishment, whether she has confessed her crime or not.

It is true that S. Bernard speaks of an evident fact, and we here speak of the evidence of the fact; but this is because the devil does not work openly, but secretly.” O diabo é igualzinho deus.

If [s]he confesses and is impenitent, he is to be handed over to the secular courts to suffer the extreme penalty, according to the chapter ad abolendam, or he is to be imprisoned for life, according to the chapter excommunicamus. But if he does not confess, and stoutly maintains his denial, he is to be delivered as an impenitent to the power of the Civil Court to be punished in a fitting manner, as Henry of Segusio shows in his Summa, where he treats of the manner of proceeding against heretics.” “he should consign the accused to prison for a time, or for several years, in case perhaps, being depressed after a year of the squalor of prison, she may confess her crimes.”

This gives rise to the question whether the method employed by some to capture a witch is lawful, namely, that she should be lifted from the ground by the officers, and carried out in a basket or on a plank of wood so that she cannot again touch the ground. This can be answered by the opinion of the Canonists and of certain Theologians, that this is lawful in 3 respects. First, because it is clear from the opinion of such Doctors as Duns Scotus, Henry of Segusio and Godfrey of Fontaines, that it is lawful to oppose vanity with vanity. Also we know from experience and the confessions of witches that when they are taken in this manner they more often lose the power of keeping silence under examination: indeed many who have been about to be burned have asked that they might be allowed at least to touch the ground with one foot; and when it had been asked why they made such a request, they’d answered that if they had touched the ground they would have liberated themselves, striking many other people dead with lightning.”

But if it is only a slight matter of which she is accused, and she is not of bad reputation, and there is no evidence of her work upon children or animals, then she may be sent back to her house. But because she has certainly associated with witches and knows their secrets, she must give sureties; and if she cannot do so, she must be bound by oaths and penalties not to go out of her house unless she is summoned. But her servants and domestics, of whom we spoke above, must be kept in custody, yet not punished.”

(*) House should be searched.” Thus in the famous witch trial of Dame Alive Kyteler and her coven before the Bishop of Ossory in 1324, John le Poer, the husband of Dame Alice, deposed that in her closet were discovered mysterious vials and elixirs, strange necromantic instruments and ghastly relics of mortality which she used in her horrid craft. Holinshed in his Chronicle of Ireland (London, 1587, p. 93), sub anno 1323, has: <In rifling the closet of the ladie, they found a wafer of sacramental bread, having the divels name stamped thereon in steed of JESUS Christ, and a pipe of ointment, wherewith she greased a staffe, upon whish she ambled and gallopped through thicke and thin when and in what manner she wished.>

If the accused says that she is innocent and falsely accused and wishes to see and hear her accusers, it is a sign that she is asking to defend herself. But it is an open question whether the Judge is bound to make the deponents known to her and bring them to confront her face to face. (…) Although different Popes have had different opinions on this matter, none of them has ever said that in such a case the Judge is bound to make known to the accused the names of the informers or accusers. But, finally, Bonifice VIII(*) decreed as follows: If in a case of heresy it appear to the Bishop or Inquisitor that grave danger would be incurred by the witnesses of informers on account of the powers of the persons against whom they lay their depositions, should their names be published, he shall not publish them.” “any such Judge, even if he be secular, has the authority of the Pope, and not only of the Emperor.”

(*) “the collection of Bonifice VIII is known as Liber Sixtus

BELA APLICAÇÃO DE PONTA-CABEÇA DA “BOA-NOVA” E DO PARAÍSO AOS POBRES! “it is more dangerous to make known the names of the witnesses to an accused person who is poor, because such a person has many evil accomplices, such as outlaws and homicides, associated with him, who venture nothing but their own persons, which is not the case with anyone who is nobly born or rich, and abounding in temporal possessions.

let the Judge take notice that he must keep the names of the witnesses secret, under pain of excommunication. It is in the power of the Bishop thus to punish him if he does otherwise. Therefore he should very implicitly [!???] warn the Judge not to reveal the name from the very beginning of the process.”

IF, therefore, the accused asked to be defended, how can this be admitted when the names of the witnesses are kept altogether secret? It is to be said that 3 considerations are to be observed in admitting any defence. First, that an Advocate shall be allotted to the accused. Second, that the names of the witnesses shall not be made known to the Advocate even under an oath of secrecy, but that he shall be informed of everything contained in the depositions. Third, the accused shall as far as possible be given the benefit of every doubt, provided that this involves no scandal to the faith nor is in any way detrimental to justice (…) and the Advocate can act also in the name of procurator.

As to the first of these points: it should be noted that an Advocate is not to be appointed at the desire of the accused, as if he may choose which Advocate he will have; but the Judge must take great care to appoint neither a litigious nor an evil-minded man, nor yet one who is easily bribed (as many are), but rather an honourable man to whom no sort of suspicion attaches.” “Henry of Segusio holds an opposite view concerning the return of the fee in a case in which the Advocate has worked very hard. Consequently if an Advocate has wittingly undertaken to defend a prisoner whom he knows to be guilty, he shall be liable for the costs and expenses”

First, his behaviour must be modest and free from prolixity or pretentious oratory.” Acaba-se de abolir qualquer advogado no mundo de defender uma “bruxa”!

if he unduly defends a person already suspect of heresy, he makes himself as it were a patron of that heresy, and lays himself under not only a light but a strong suspicion”

though these means may savour of cunning and even guile, yet the Judge may employ them for the good of the faith and the State; for even S. Paul says: But being crafty, I caught you by guile. And these means are especially to be employed in the case of a prisoner who has not been publicly defamed, and is not suspected because of the evidence of any fact; and the Judge may also employ them against prisoners who have alleged enmity on the part of the deponents, and wish to know all the names of the witnesses.”

Common justice demands that a witch should not be condemned to death unless she is convicted by her own confession. But here we are considering the case of one who is judged to be taken in manifest heresy for direct or indirect evidence of the fact, or the legitimate production of witnesses; and in this case she is to be exposed to questions and torture to extort a confession of her crimes.

and behold! he was suddenly bewitched so that his mouth was stretched sideways as far as his ears in a horrible deformity, and he could not draw it back, but remained so deformed for a long time.” :O :T

indirect evidence of the fact is different from direct evidence; yet though it is not so conclusive, it is still taken from the words and deeds of witches, and it is judged from witchcraft which is not so immediate in its effect, but follows after some lapse of time from the utterance of the threatening words. May we conclude that this is the case with such witches who have been accused and have not made good their defence (or have failed to defend themselves because this privilege was not granted them; and it was not granted because they did not ask for it). But what we are to consider now is what action the Judge should take, and how he should proceed to question the accused with a view to extorting the truth from her so that sentence of death may finally be passed upon her.” he must not be too quick for this reason: unless God, through a holy Angel, compels the devil to withhold his help from the witch, she will be so insensible to the pains of torture that she will sooner be torn limb from limb than confess any of the truth. But the torture is not to be neglected for this reason, for they are not all equally endowed with this power, and also the devil sometimes of his own will permits them to confess their crimes without being compelled by a holy Angel.” For there are some who obtain from the devil a respite of 6 or 8 or 10 years before they have to offer him their homage, that is, devote themselves to him body and soul; whereas others, when they first profess their abjuration of the faith, at the same time offer their homage. And the reason why the devil allows that stipulated interval of time is that, during that time, he may find out whether the witch has denied the faith with her lips only but not in her heart, and would therefore offer him her homage in the same way.”

we may say that it is as difficult, or more difficult, to compel a witch to tell the truth as it is to exorcise a person possessed of the devil. Therefore the Judge ought not to be too willing or ready to proceed to such examination, unless the death penalty is involved.” very often meditation, and the misery of imprisonment, and the repeated advice of honest men, dispose the accused to discover the truth.” let the accused be stripped; or if she is a woman, let her first be led to the penal cells and there stripped by honest women of good reputation. And the reason for this is that they should search for any instrument of witchcraft sewn into her clothes; for they often make such instruments, at the instruction of devils. And when such instruments have been disposed of, the Judge shall use his own persuasions and those of other honest men zealous for the faith to induce her to confess the truth voluntarily; and if she will not, let him order the officers to bind her with cords, and apply her to some engine of torture; and then let them obey at once but not joyfully, rather appearing to be disturbed by their duty. Then let her be released again at someone’s earnest request, and taken on one side, and let her again be persuaded; and in persuading her, let her be told that she can escape the death penalty.” she may be promised her life on the following conditions: that she be sentenced to imprisonment for life on bread and water, provided that she supply evidence which will lead to the conviction of other witches. And she is not to be told, when she is promised her life, that she is to be imprisoned in this way; but should be led to suppose that some other penance, such as exile, will be imposed on her as punishment. And without doubt notorious witches, especially such as use witches’ medicines and cure the bewitched by superstitious means, should be kept in this way, both that they may help the bewitched, and that they may betray other witches. But such a betrayal by them must not be considered of itself sufficient ground for a conviction, since the devil is a liar, unless it is also substantiated by the evidence of the fact, and by witnesses.

Others think that, after she has been consigned to prison in this way, the promise to spare her life should be kept for a time, but that after a certain period she should be burned.”

But if neither threats nor such promises will induce her to confess the truth, then the officers must proceed with the sentence, and she must be examined, not in any new or exquisite manner, but in the usual way, lightly or heavily according as the nature of her crimes demands. And while she is being questioned about each several point, let her be often and frequently exposed to torture, beginning with the more gentle of them; for the Judge should not be too hasty to proceed to the graver kind. And while this is being done, let the Notary write all down, how she is tortured and what questions are asked and how she answers.

And note that, if she confesses under torture, she should then be taken to another place and questioned anew, so that she does not confess only under the stress of torture.

The next step of the Judge should be that, if after being fittingly tortured she refuses to confess the truth, he should have other engines of torture brought before her, and tell her that she will have to endure these if she does not confess. If then she is not induced by terror to confess, the torture must be continued on the 2nd or 3rd day, but not repeated at that present time unless there should be some fresh indication of its probable success.”

The Judge should also take care that during that interval there should always be guards with her, so that she is never left alone, for fear lest the devil will cause her to kill herself. But the devil himself knows better than anyone whether he will desert her of his own will, or be compelled to do so by God.”

THE Judge should act as follows in the continuation of the torture. First he should bear in mind that, just as the same medicine is not applicable to all the members, but there are various and distinct salves for each several member, so not all heretics or those accused of heresy are to be subjected to the same method of questioning, examination and torture as to the charges laid against them; but various and different means are to be employed according to their various natures and persons. Now a surgeon cuts off rotten limbs; and mangy sheep are isolated from the healthy; but a prudent Judge will not consider it safe to bind himself down to one invariable rule in his method of dealing with a prisoner who is endowed with a witch’s power of taciturnity, and whose silence he is unable to overcome. For if the sons of darkness were to become accustomed to one general rule they would provide means of evading it as a well-known snare set for their destruction.”

For we are taught both by the words of worthy men of old and by our own experience that this is a most certain sign, and it has been found that even if she be urged and exhorted by solemn conjurations to shed tears, if she be a witch she will not be able to weep: although she will assume a tearful aspect and smear her cheeks and eyes with spittle to make it appear that she is weeping; wherefore she must be closely watched by the attendants.” Não que uma sincera torrente de lágrimas garanta algo além de uma vida encarcerada ou a cremação numa fogueira…

I conjure you by the bitter tears shed on the Cross by our Saviour the Lord JESUS Christ for the salvation of the world, and by the burning tears poured in the evening hour over His wounds by the most glorious Virgin MARY, His Mother, and by all the tears which have been shed here in this world by the Saints and Elect of God, from whose eyes He has now wiped away all tears, that if you be innocent you do now shed tears, but if you be guilty that you shall by no means do so. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Amen.”

for S. Bernard tells us that the tears of the humble can penetrate to heaven and conquer the unconquerable. Therefore there can be no doubt that they are displeasing to the devil, and that he uses all his endeavour to restrain them, to prevent a witch from finally attaining to penitence.

But it may be objected that it might suit with the devil’s cunning, with God’s permission, to allow even a witch to weep; since tearful grieving, weaving and deceiving are said to be proper to women. We may answer that in this case, since the judgements of God are a mystery, if there is no other way of convicting the accused, by legitimate witnesses or the evidence of the fact, and if she is not under a strong or grave suspicion, she is to be discharged”

they must not allow themselves to be touched physically by the witch, especially in any contact of their bare arms or hands; but they must always carry about them some salt consecrated on Palm Sunday and some Blessed Herbs.”

And we know from experience that some witches, when detained in prison, have importunately begged their gaolers to grant them this one thing, that they should be allowed to look at the Judge before he looks at them; and by so getting the first sight of the Judge they have been able so to alter the minds of the Judge or his assessors that they have lost all their anger against them and have not presumed to molest them in any way, but have allowed them to go free.”

And no one need think that it is superstitious to lead her in backwards”

RAPE AS TORTURE: “The 3rd precaution to be observed in this 10th action is that the hair should be shaved from every part of her body. The reason for this is the same as that for stripping her of her clothes, which we have already mentioned; for in order to preserve their power of silence they are in the habit of hiding some superstitious object in their clothes or in their hair, or even in the most secret parts of the their bodies which must not be named.

But it may be objected that the devil might, without the use of such charms, so harden the heart of a witch that she is unable to confess her crimes; just as it is often found in the case of other criminals, no matter how great the tortures to which they are exposed, or how much they are convicted by the evidence of the facts and of witnesses. We answer that it is true that the devil can affect such taciturnity without the use of such charms; but he prefers to use them for the perdition of souls and the greater offence to the Divine Majesty of God.

This can be made clear from the example of a certain witch in the town of Hagenau,. She used to obtain this gift of silence in the following manner: she killed a newly-born first-born male child who had not been baptized, and having roasted it in an oven together with other matters which it is not expedient to mention, ground it to powder and ashes; and if any witch or criminal carried about him some of this substance he would in no way be able to confess his crimes.”

MANUAL DO GUERRILHEIRO DAS CRUZADAS: “this power of taciturnity can proceed from 3 causes. First, from a natural hardness of heart; for some are soft-hearted, or even feeble-minded, so that at the slightest torture they admit everything, even some things which are not true; whereas others are so hard that however much they are tortured the truth is not to be had from them; and this is especially the case with those who have been tortured before, even if their arms are suddenly stretched or twisted.”

But what is to be said of a case that happened in the Diocese of Ratisbon? Certain heretics were convicted by their own confession not only as impenitent but as open advocates of that perfidy; and when they were condemned to death it happened that they remained unharmed in the fire. At length their sentence was altered to death by drowning, but this was no more effective. All were astonished, and some even began to say that their heresy must be true; and the Bishop, in great anxiety for his flock, ordered a 3 days fast. When this had been devoutly fulfilled, it came to the knowledge of someone that those heretics had a magic charm sewed between the skin and the flesh under one arm; and when this was found and removed, they were delivered to the flames and immediately burned. Some say that a certain necromancer learned this secret during a consultation with the devil, and betrayed it; but however it became known, it is probably that the devil, who is always scheming for the subversion of faith, was in some way compelled by Divine power to reveal the matter.”

Now in the parts of Germany such shaving, especially of the secret parts, is not generally considered delicate, and therefore we Inquisitors do not use it; but we cause the hair of their head to be cut off, and placing a morsel of Blessed Wax in a cup of Holy Water and invoking the most Holy Trinity, we give it them to drink 3 times on a fasting stomach, and by the grace of God we have by this means caused many to break their silence. But in other countries the Inquisitors order the witch to be shaved all over her body. And the Inquisitor of Como has informed us that last year, that is, in 1485, he ordered 41 witches to be burned, after they had been shaved all over. And this was in the district and county of Burbia, commonly called Wormserbad, in the territory of the Archduke of Austria, towards Milan.”

(*) “Our Lady of Tears, Santa Maria delle Lagrime, is the Patroness of Spoleto. A picture of Our Lady, painted upon the wall of the house belonging to Diotallevio d’Antonio, which stood on the road from Spoleto to Trevi, was seen to shed tears in great abundance. Many graces and favours were obtained before the miraculous picture. A small chapel was erected on the spot in August 1485, and Mass was daily offered therein. On 27 March 1487, the large basilica was begun, which on its completion, 8 March 1489, was entrusted to the Olivetans.”

(*) “Helen Guthrie, in 1661 dug up the body of an unbaptized infant, which was buried in the churchyard near the southeast door of the church and took several pieces thereof, as the feet, hands, part of the head, and a part of the buttocks, and made a pie thereof, that she might eat of it and by this means might never make a confession of witchcraft.” Talento para ser comunista…

Finally, if he sees that she will not admit her crimes, he shall ask her whether, to prove her innocence, she is ready to undergo the ordeal by red-hot iron. And they all desire this, knowing that the devil will prevent them from being hurt; therefore a true witch is exposed in this manner. The Judge shall ask her how she can be so rash as to run so great a risk, and all shall be written down; but it will be shown later that they are never to be allowed to undergo this ordeal by red-hot iron. Medinho?

Let the Judge also note that when witches are questioned on a Friday, while the people are gathered together at Holy Mass to await our Saviour, they very often confess.”

As a 5th precaution, when all the above have failed, let her, if possible, be led to some castle; and after she has been kept there under custody for some days, let the castellan pretend that he is going on a long journey. And then let some of his household, or even some honest women, visit her and promise that they will set her entirely at liberty if she will teach them how to conduct certain practices. And let the Judge take note that by this means they have very often confessed and been convicted.”

For trial by combat is allowable in a criminal case for the protection of life, and in a civil case for the protection of property; then wherefore not the trial by red-hot iron or boiling water? (…) Again, a judge, who is responsible for the safety of the community, may lawfully allow a smaller evil that a greater may be avoided; as he allows the existence of harlots in towns in order to avoid a general confusion of lust. For S. Augustine On Free Will says: Take away the harlots, and you will create a general chaos and confusion of lust. So, when a person has been loaded with insults and injuries by any community, he can clear himself of any criminal or civil charge by means of a trial by ordeal.”

PAVOR DA SANTIFICAÇÃO MILAGROSA E INAUDITA DA BRUXA: “the Canon says in that chapter not that they who use such practices tempt God, but that they appear to tempt Him, so that it may be understood that, even if a man engage in such a trial with none but good intentions, yet since it has the appearance of evil, it is to be avoided.” That which is not sanctioned in the writings of the Sainted Fathers is to be presumed superstitious.” And it is not wonderful witches are able to undergo this trial by ordeal unscathed with the help of devils; for we learn from naturalists that if the hands be anointed with the juice of a certain herb they are protected from burning. Now the devil has an exact knowledge of the virtues of such herbs: although he can cause the hand of the accused to be protected from the red-hot iron by invisibly interposing some other substance, yet he can procure the same effect by the use of natural objects.”

An incident illustrative of our argument occurred hardly 3 years ago in the Diocese of Constance. For in the territory of the Counts of Fuerstenberg and the Black Forest there was a notorious witch who had been the subject of much public complaint. (…) she was released from her chains and lives to the present time, not without grave scandal to the Faith in those parts.

(*) “When scandalous reports were circulated concerning her honour, although her husband could not for a moment suspect her purity, she insisted upon an appeal to the trial by ordeal, and having walked unhurt over the red-hot plough-shares, publicly testified her innocence. The story is immensely popular in German poetry and German art. A print by Hans Burgkmair shows her stepping over the shares, one of which she holds in her hand. Upon her shrine in the Cathedral at Bamburg a bas-relief by Hans Thielmann of Warzburg depicts the same incident. Having already retired to a Benedictine cloister, upon the death of her husband S. Cunegond she took the veil.” Como eu disse, trata-se de um milagre de santa!

S. Augustine says that we must not pronounce sentence against any person unless he has been proved guilty, or has confessed. Now there are 3 kinds of sentence – interlocutory, definitive, and preceptive. These are explained as follows by S. Raymond. An interlocutory sentence is one which is given not on the main issue of the case, but on some other side issues which emerge during the hearing of a case; such as a decision whether or not a witness is to be disallowed, or whether some digression is to be admitted, and such matters as that. Or it may perhaps be called interlocutory because it is delivered simply by word of mouth without the formality of putting it into writing. A definitive sentence is one which pronounces a final decision as to the main issue of the case. A preceptive sentence is one which is pronounced by a lower authority on the instruction of a higher.

Now it is laid down by law that a definitive sentence which has been arrived at without a due observance of the proper legal procedure in trying a case is null and void in law; and the legal conduct of a case consists in 2 things. One concerns the basis of the judgement; for there must be a due provision for the hearing of arguments both for the prosecution and the defence, and a sentence arrived at without such a hearing cannot stand. The other is not concerned with the basis of the judgement, but provides that the sentence must not be conditional; for example, a claim for possession should not be decided conditionally upon some subsequent claim of property; but where there is no question of such an objection the sentence shall stand.”

the Judge need not require a writ, or demand that the case should be contested. But he must allow opportunity for the necessary proofs, and issue his citation, and exact the protestation of the oath concerning calumny, etc. Therefore there has lately been a new law made as to the method of procedure in such cases.”

the sentence should be pronounced by the Judge and no one else, otherwise it is not valid. Also the Judge must be sitting in a public and honourable place; and he must pronounce it in the day-time and not in the darkness; and there are other conditions to be observed; for example, the sentence must not be promulgated upon a Holy Day, nor yet merely delivered in writing.”

Note again that, although in criminal actions the execution of the sentence is not to be delayed, this rule does not hold good in 4 cases, with 2 of which we are here concerned. First, when the prisoner is a pregnant woman; and then the sentence shall be delayed until she has given birth. Secondly, when the prisoner has confessed her crime, but has afterwards denied it again”

And the Canonists note that suspicion is of 3 kinds. The first of which the Canon says, You shall not judge anyone because he is suspect in your own opinion. The second is Probably; and this, but not the first, leads to a purgation. The third is Grave, and leads to a conviction; and S. Jerome understands this kind of suspicion when he says that a wife may be divorced either for fornication or for a reasonably suspected fornication.” “Applying this to our discussion of the heresy of witches and to the modern laws, we say that in law there are 3 degrees of suspicion in the matter of heresy: the first slight, the second great, and the third very great.”

As an example of simple heresy, if people are found to be meeting together secretly for the purpose of worship, or differing in their manner of life and behaviour from the usual habits of the faithful; or if they meet together in sheds and barns, or at the more Holy Seasons in the remoter fields or woods, by day or by night, or are in any way found to separate themselves and not to attend Mass at the usual times or in the usual manner, or form secret friendships with suspected witches: such people incur at least a light suspicion of heresy, because it is proved that heretics often act in this manner. And of this light suspicion the Canon says: They who are by a slight argument discovered to have deviated from the teaching and path of the Catholic religion are not to be classed as heretics, nor is a sentence to be pronounced against them.

And here are especially to be noted those men or women who cherish some inordinate love or excessive hatred, even if they do not use to work any harm against men or animals in other ways. For those who behave in this way in any heresy are strongly to be suspected.”

Those who have been found to rest under a probable suspicion should prove their innocence by a fitting purgation; if not, they are to be stricken with the sword of anathema as a worthy satisfaction in the sight of all men. And if they continue obstinate in their excommunication for the period of a year, they are utterly condemned as heretics.”

ERRAR É HUMANO, PERSISTIR É PECAR! “He who has been involved in one kind or sect of heresy, or has erred in one article of the faith or sacrament of the Church, and has afterwards specifically and generally abjured his heresy: if thereafter he follows another kind or sect of heresy, or errs in another article or sacrament of the Church, it is our will that he be judged a backslider.”

Let care be taken not to put anywhere in the sentence that the accused is innocent or immune, but that it was not legally proved against him; for if after a little time he should again be brought to trial, and it should be legally proved, he can, notwithstanding the previous sentence of absolution, then be condemned.”

that you may be in good odour among the company of the faithful we impose upon you as by law a canonical purgation, assigning to you such a day of such a month at such hour of the day, upon which you shall appear in person before us with so many persons of equal station with you to purge you of your defamation. Which sponsors must be men of the Catholic faith and of good life who have known your habits and manner of living not only recently but in time past. And we signify that, if you should fail in this purgation, we shall hold you convicted, according to the canonical sanctions.”

We N., by the mercy of God Bishop of such a town, or Judge in the territory subject to the rule of such a Prince, having regard to the merits of the process conducted by us against you N., of such a place in such a Diocese, and after careful examination, find that you are not consistent in your answers, and that there are sufficient indications besides that you ought to be exposed to the question and torture. Therefore, that the truth may be known from your own mouth and that from henceforth you may not offend the ears of your Judges with your equivocations, we declare, pronounce, and give sentence that on this present day at such an hour you are to be subjected to an interrogatory under torture. This sentence was given, etc.”

Neither are they to be branded with the sign of the Cross, for such is the sign of a penitent heretic; and they are not convicted heretics, but only suspected, therefore they are not to be marked in this way. But they can be ordered either to stand on certain solemn days within the doors of a church, or near the altar, while Holy Mass is being celebrated, bearing in their hands a lighted candle of a certain weight; or else to go on some pilgrimage, or something of the kind, according to the nature and requirements of the case.”

Therefore inasmuch as you are bound by the chain of excommunication from the Holy Church, and are justly cut off from the number of the Lord’s flock, and are deprived of the benefits of the Church, the Church can do no more for you, having done all that was possible. We, the said Bishop and Judges on behalf of the Faith, sitting in tribunal as Judges judging, and having before us the Holy Gospels that our judgement may proceed as from the countenance of god and our eyes see with equity, and having before our eyes only God and the truth of the Holy Faith and the extirpation of the plague of heresy, on this day and at this hour and place assigned to you for the hearing of your final sentence, we give it as our judgement and sentence that you are indeed an impenitent heretic, and as truly such to be delivered and abandoned to the secular Court: wherefore by this sentence we cast you away as an impenitent heretic from our ecclesiastical Court, and deliver or abandon you to the power of the secular Court: praying the said Court to moderate or temper its sentence of death against you.” Ah, com certeza…

but you have been given up to your sin and led away and seduced by an evil spirit, and have chosen to be tortured with fearful and eternal torment in hell, and that your temporal body should here be consumed in the flames, rather than to give ear to better counsels and renounce your damnable and pestilent errors, and to return to the merciful bosom of our Holy Mother Church.”

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BIBLIOGRAFIA DO “OUTRO MUNDO”

Agostinho – De Natura Daemonis, 411 d.C.

Beothius – De Consolatione Philosophiae

Caesarius – Dialogue magnus visionum atque miraculorum, Libri XII.

Collin de Plancy – Dictionnaire Infernal, sixième édition, 1863.

Mirabeau – Erotika Biblion (pseudo-Rome), 1783.

Sinistrari – Demoniality, 1927.

Stefano Infessura – Diarium urbis Rome

MEMÓRIAS PÓSTUMAS DE BRÁS CUBAS – OU “DA FLOR AMARELA”

Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas Memórias Póstumas”

GLOSSÁRIO:

almocreve: guia em viagens, geralmente de animal

a·lu·á

(árabe hulauâ, doce açucarado)

substantivo masculino

1. [Brasil] Bebida não alcoólica, feita a partir da fermentação de farinha de arroz ou de milho, cascas de abacaxi, açúcar e suco de limão. = CARAMBURU”

barretina: o que os soldados usavam antes de usar o capacete!

calembour: trocadilho

compota: sobremesa; doce de fruta com calda, rocambole = GARIBÁLDI

emplasto: pílula; invólucro.

locandeiro: merceeiro

pacholice: simplório, bonachão

pintalegrete: peralta

tanoaria: a arte do fazedor de tonéis

Te Deum: liturgia, hino religioso

Que Stendhal confessasse haver escrito um de seus livros para cem leitores, coisa é que admira e consterna. O que não admira, nem provavelmente consternará é se este outro livro não tiver os cem leitores de Stendhal, nem cinqüenta, nem vinte e, quando muito, dez. Dez? Talvez cinco. Trata-se, na verdade, de uma obra difusa, na qual eu, Brás Cubas, se adotei a forma livre de um Sterne, ou de um Xavier de Maistre, não sei se lhe meti algumas rabugens de pessimismo. Pode ser. Obra de finado.”

O melhor prólogo é o que contém menos coisas, ou o que as diz de um jeito obscuro e truncado. Conseguintemente, evito contar o processo extraordinário que empreguei na composição destas Memórias, trabalhadas cá no outro mundo.”

Algum tempo hesitei se devia abrir estas memórias pelo princípio ou pelo fim, isto é, se poria em primeiro lugar o meu nascimento ou a minha morte. Suposto o uso vulgar seja começar pelo nascimento, duas considerações me levaram a adotar diferente método: a primeira é que eu não sou propriamente um autor defunto, mas um defunto autor, para quem a campa foi outro berço; a segunda é que o escrito ficaria assim mais galante e mais novo. Moisés, que também contou a sua morte, não a pôs no intróito, mas no cabo: diferença radical entre este livro e o Pentateuco.”

foi assim que me encaminhei para o undiscovered country de Hamlet, sem as ânsias nem as dúvidas do moço príncipe, mas pausado e trôpego como quem se retira tarde do espetáculo.”

Morri de uma pneumonia; mas se lhe disser que foi menos a pneumonia, do que uma idéia grandiosa e útil, a causa da minha morte, é possível que o leitor me não creia, e todavia é verdade.”

Como este apelido de Cubas lhe cheirasse excessivamente a tanoaria, alegava meu pai, bisneto de Damião, que o dito apelido fora dado a um cavaleiro, herói nas jornadas da África, em prêmio da façanha que praticou, arrebatando 300 cubas aos mouros. Meu pai era homem de imaginação; escapou à tanoaria nas asas de um calembour. Era um bom caráter, meu pai, varão digno e leal como poucos. Tinha, é verdade, uns fumos de pacholice”

entroncou-se na família daquele meu famoso homônimo, o capitão-mor, Brás Cubas, que fundou a vila de São Vicente, onde morreu em 1592, e por esse motivo é que me deu o nome de Brás. Opôs-se-lhe, porém, a família do capitão-mor, e foi então que ele imaginou as 300 cubas mouriscas.”

Deus te livre, leitor, de uma idéia fixa; antes um argueiro, antes uma trave no olho.”

se não vieste a lírio, também não ficaste pântano”

Eu deixo-me estar entre o poeta e o sábio.”

importa dizer que este livro é escrito com pachorra, com a pachorra de um homem já desafrontado da brevidade do século, obra supinamente filosófica, de uma filosofia desigual, agora austera, logo brincalhona, coisa que não edifica nem destrói, não inflama nem regala, e é todavia mais do que passatempo e menos do que apostolado.”

Nenhum de nós pelejou a batalha de Salamina, nenhum escreveu a confissão de Augsburgo; pela minha parte, se alguma vez me lembro de Cromwell, é só pela idéia de que Sua Alteza, com a mesma mão que trancara o parlamento, teria imposto aos ingleses o emplasto Brás Cubas. Não se riam dessa vitória comum da farmácia e do puritanismo. Quem não sabe que ao pé de cada bandeira grande, pública, ostensiva, há muitas vezes várias outras bandeiras modestamente particulares, que se hasteiam e flutuam à sombra daquela, e não poucas vezes lhe sobrevivem? Mal comparando, é como a arraia-miúda, que se acolhia à sombra do castelo feudal; caiu este e a arraia ficou. Verdade é que se fez graúda e castelã… Não, a comparação não presta.”

Sabem já que morri numa sexta-feira, dia aziago, e creio haver provado que foi a minha invenção que me matou.”

Creiam-me, o menos mau é recordar; ninguém se fie da felicidade presente; há nela uma gota da baba de Caim.

Era um sujeito, que me visitava todos os dias para falar do câmbio, da colonização e da necessidade de desenvolver a viação férrea; nada mais interessante para um moribundo.”

Virgília deixou-se estar de pé; durante algum tempo ficamos a olhar um para o outro, sem articular palavra. Quem diria? De dois grandes namorados, de duas paixões sem freio, nada mais havia ali, vinte anos depois; havia apenas dois corações murchos, devastados pela vida e saciados dela, não sei se em igual dose, mas enfim saciados.

e eu perguntava a mim mesmo o que diriam de nós os gaviões, se Buffon tivesse nascido gavião…”

Era o meu delírio que começava.”

Que me conste, ainda ninguém relatou o seu próprio delírio; faço-o eu, e a ciência mo agradecerá. Se o leitor não é dado à contemplação destes fenômenos mentais, pode saltar o capítulo; vá direito à narração. Mas, por menos curioso que seja, sempre lhe digo que é interessante saber o que se passou na minha cabeça durante uns vinte a trinta minutos.

Logo depois, senti-me transformado na Suma Teológica de São Tomás, impressa num volume, e encadernada em marroquim, com fechos de prata e estampas; idéia esta que me deu ao corpo a mais completa imobilidade; e ainda agora me lembra que, sendo as minhas mãos os fechos do livro, e cruzando-as eu sobre o ventre, alguém as descruzava (Virgília decerto), porque a atitude lhe dava a imagem de um defunto.”

Chama-me Natureza ou Pandora; sou tua mãe e tua inimiga.

Só então pude ver-lhe de perto o rosto, que era enorme. Nada mais quieto; nenhuma contorção violenta, nenhuma expressão de ódio ou ferocidade; a feição única, geral, completa, era a da impassibilidade egoísta, a da eterna surdez, a da vontade imóvel. Raivas, se as tinha, ficavam encerradas no coração. Ao mesmo tempo, nesse rosto de expressão glacial, havia um ar de juventude, mescla de força e viço, diante do qual me sentia eu o mais débil e decrépito dos seres.”

– …Grande lascivo, espera-te a voluptuosidade do nada.

Quando esta palavra ecoou, como um trovão, naquele imenso vale, afigurou-se-me que era o último som que chegava a meus ouvidos; pareceu-me sentir a decomposição súbita de mim mesmo. Então, encarei-a com olhos súplices, e pedi mais alguns anos.”

– …Que mais queres tu, sublime idiota?

Viver somente, não te peço mais nada. Quem me pôs no coração este amor da vida, senão tu? e, se eu amo a vida, por que te hás de golpear a ti mesma, matando-me?”

Imagina tu, leitor, uma redução dos séculos, e um desfilar de todos eles, as raças todas, todas as paixões, o tumulto dos Impérios, a guerra dos apetites e dos ódios, a destruição recíproca dos seres e das coisas. Tal era o espetáculo, acerbo e curioso espetáculo. A história do homem e da Terra tinha assim uma intensidade que lhe não podiam dar nem a imaginação nem a ciência, porque a ciência é mais lenta e a imaginação mais vaga, enquanto que o que eu ali via era a condensação viva de todos os tempos. Para descrevê-la seria preciso fixar o relâmpago.”

o prazer, que era uma dor bastarda.”

-…Quando Jó amaldiçoava o dia em que fora concebido, é porque lhe davam ganas de ver cá de cima o espetáculo. Vamos lá, Pandora, abre o ventre, e digere-me; a coisa é divertida, mas digere-me.

Talvez alegre. Cada século trazia a sua porção de sombra e de luz, de apatia e de combate, de verdade e de erro, e o seu cortejo de sistemas, de idéias novas, de novas ilusões; cada um deles rebentava as verduras de uma primavera, e amarelecia depois, para remoçar mais tarde. Ao passo que a vida tinha assim uma regularidade de calendário, fazia-se a história e a civilização, e o homem, nu e desarmado, armava-se e vestia-se, construía o tugúrio e o palácio, a rude aldeia e Tebas de cem portas, criava a ciência, que perscruta, e a arte que enleva, fazia-se orador, mecânico, filósofo, corria a face do globo, descia ao ventre da Terra, subia à esfera das nuvens, colaborando assim na obra misteriosa, com que entretinha a necessidade da vida e a melancolia do desamparo.”

Napoleão, quando eu nasci, estava já em todo o esplendor da glória e do poder; era imperador e granjeara inteiramente a admiração dos homens. Meu pai, que à força de persuadir os outros da nossa nobreza, acabara persuadindo-se a si próprio, nutria contra ele um ódio puramente mental. Era isso motivo de renhidas contendas em nossa casa, porque meu tio João, não sei se por espírito de classe e simpatia de ofício, perdoava no déspota o que admirava no general, meu tio padre era inflexível contra o corso; os outros parentes dividiam-se: daí as controvérsias e as rusgas.

Chegando ao Rio de Janeiro a notícia da primeira queda de Napoleão, houve naturalmente grande abalo em nossa casa, mas nenhum chasco ou remoque. Os vencidos, testemunhas do regozijo público, julgaram mais decoroso o silêncio; alguns foram além e bateram palmas.”

Nunca mais deixei de pensar comigo que o nosso espadim é sempre maior do que a espada de Napoleão.”

Não se contentou a minha família em ter um quinhão anônimo no regozijo público; entendeu oportuno e indispensável celebrar a destituição do imperador com um jantar, e tal jantar que o ruído das aclamações chegasse aos ouvidos de Sua Alteza, ou quando menos, de seus ministros. Dito e feito. Veio abaixo toda a velha prataria, herdada do meu avô Luís Cubas; vieram as toalhas de Flandres, as grandes jarras da Índia; matou-se um capado; encomendaram-se às madres da Ajuda as compotas e as marmeladas; lavaram-se, arearam-se, poliram-se as salas, escadas, castiçais, arandelas, as vastas mangas de vidro, todos os aparelhos do luxo clássico.”

Não era um jantar, mas um Te-Deum; foi o que pouco mais ou menos disse um dos letrados presentes, o Dr. Vilaça, glosador insigne, que acrescentou aos pratos de casa o acepipe das musas. Lembra-me, como se fosse ontem, lembra-me de o ver erguer-se, com a sua longa cabeleira de rabicho, casaca de seda, uma esmeralda no dedo, pedir a meu tio padre que lhe repetisse o mote, e, repetido o mote, cravar os olhos na testa de uma senhora, depois tossir, alçar a mão direita, toda fechada, menos o dedo índice, que apontava para o teto; e, assim posto e composto, devolver o mote glosado. Não fez uma glosa, mas três; depois jurou aos seus deuses não acabar mais.”

A senhora diz isso, retorquia modestamente o Vilaça, porque nunca ouviu o Bocage, como eu ouvi, no fim do século, em Lisboa. Aquilo sim! que facilidade! e que versos! Tivemos lutas de uma e duas horas, no botequim do Nicola, a glosarmos, no meio de palmas e bravos. Imenso talento o do Bocage! Era o que me dizia, há dias, a senhora Duquesa de Cadaval…

E estas três palavras últimas, expressas com muita ênfase, produziram em toda a assembléia um frêmito de admiração e pasmo. Pois esse homem tão dado, tão simples, além de pleitear com poetas, discreteava com duquesas! Um Bocage e uma Cadaval! Ao contato de tal homem, as damas sentiam-se superfinas; os varões olhavam-no com respeito, alguns com inveja, não raros com incredulidade.

Quanto a mim, lá estava, solitário e deslembrado, a namorar certa compota da minha paixão. No fim de cada glosa ficava muito contente, esperando que fosse a última, mas não era, e a sobremesa continuava intata.” “Eu via isso, porque arrastava os olhos da compota para ele e dele para a compota, como a pedir-lhe que ma servisse; mas fazia-o em vão. Ele não via nada; via-se a si mesmo. E as glosas sucediam-se, como bátegas d’água, obrigando-me a recolher o desejo e o pedido. Pacientei quanto pude; e não pude muito. Pedi em voz baixa o doce; enfim, bradei, berrei, bati com os pés. Meu pai, que seria capaz de me dar o sol, se eu lho exigisse, chamou um escravo para me servir o doce; mas era tarde. A tia Emerenciana arrancara-me da cadeira e entregara-me a uma escrava, não obstante os meus gritos e repelões.

Não foi outro o delito do glosador: retardara a compota e dera causa à minha exclusão. Tanto bastou para que eu cogitasse uma vingança, qualquer que fosse, mas grande e exemplar, coisa que de alguma maneira o tornasse ridículo. Que ele era um homem grave o Dr. Vilaça, medido e lento, 47 anos, casado e pai. Não me contentava o rabo de papel nem o rabicho da cabeleira; havia de ser coisa pior. Entrei a espreitá-lo, durante o resto da tarde, a segui-lo, na chácara, aonde todos desceram a passear. Vi-o conversar com D. Eusébia, irmã do sargento-mor Domingues, uma robusta donzelona, que se não era bonita, também não era feia.”

O Dr. Vilaça deu um beijo em D. Eusébia! bradei eu correndo pela chácara.

Ó palmatória, terror dos meus dias pueris, tu que foste o compelle intrare¹ com que um velho mestre, ossudo e calvo, me incutiu no cérebro o alfabeto, a prosódia, a sintaxe, e o mais que ele sabia, benta palmatória, tão praguejada dos modernos, quem me dera ter ficado sob o teu jugo, com a minha alma imberbe, as minhas ignorâncias, e o meu espadim, aquele espadim de 1814, tão superior à espada de Napoleão! Que querias tu, afinal, meu velho mestre de primeiras letras? Lição de cor e compostura na aula; nada mais, nada menos do que quer a vida, que é das últimas letras”

¹ Compete-vos servir-vos, expressão bíblica usada por Jesus.

Chamava-se Ludgero o mestre; quero escrever-lhe o nome todo nesta página: Ludgero Barata, — um nome funesto, que servia aos meninos de eterno mote a chufas. Um de nós, o Quincas Borba, esse então era cruel com o pobre homem. Duas, três vezes por semana, havia de lhe deixar na algibeira das calças, — umas largas calças de enfiar —, ou na gaveta da mesa, ou ao pé do tinteiro, uma barata morta. Se ele a encontrava ainda nas horas da aula, dava um pulo, circulava os olhos chamejantes, dizia-nos os últimos nomes: éramos sevandijas, capadócios, malcriados, moleques. — Uns tremiam, outros rosnavam; o Quincas Borba, porém, deixava-se estar quieto, com os olhos espetados no ar.”

Suspendamos a pena; não adiantemos os sucessos. Vamos de um salto a 1822, data da nossa independência política, e do meu primeiro cativeiro pessoal.”

Tinha dezessete anos (…) Como ostentasse certa arrogância, não se distinguia bem se era uma criança, com fumos de homem, se um homem com ares de menino.”

ou se há de dizer tudo ou nada.”

Éramos dois rapazes, o povo e eu; vínhamos da infância, com todos os arrebatamentos da juventude.”

Que, em verdade, há dois meios de granjear a vontade das mulheres: o violento, como o touro de Europa, e o insinuativo, como o cisne de Leda e a chuva de ouro de Danae, três inventos do Padre Zeus, que, por estarem fora da moda, aí ficam trocados no cavalo e no asno.”

Amigos, digo, como ex-aluno, que não acho certo colar. Pois então, completo: devo ir-me a outra joalheria.”

Você é das Arábias, dizia-me.

Bons joalheiros, que seria do amor se não fossem os vossos dixes e fiados? Um terço ou um quinto do universal comércio dos corações. Esta é a reflexão imoral que eu pretendia fazer, a qual é ainda mais obscura do que imoral, porque não se entende bem o que eu quero dizer. O que eu quero dizer é que a mais bela testa do mundo não fica menos bela, se a cingir um diadema de pedras finas; nem menos bela, nem menos amada.”

ELO CÓSMICO DESCONTÍNUO NO ESPAÇO-TEMPO DAS CRIATURAS PROSAICAS: “…Marcela amou-me durante quinze meses e onze contos de réis”

Meu pai, logo que teve aragem dos 11 contos, sobressaltou-se deveras; achou que o caso excedia as raias de um capricho juvenil.”

QUANDO A CAPES MAIS PATRIARCAL DE TODAS DAVA AS CARTAS: — Desta vez, disse ele, vais para a Europa; vais cursar uma Universidade, provavelmente Coimbra; quero-te para homem sério e não para arruador e gatuno.

chamei-lhe muitos nomes feios, fazendo muitos gestos descompostos. Marcela deixara-se estar sentada, a estalar as unhas nos dentes, fria como um pedaço de mármore. Tive ímpetos de a estrangular, de a humilhar ao menos, subjugando-a a meus pés. Ia talvez fazê-lo; mas a ação trocou-se noutra; fui eu que me atirei aos pés dela, contrito e súplice; beijei-lhos, recordei aqueles meses da nossa felicidade solitária, repeti-lhe os nomes queridos de outro tempo, sentado no chão, com a cabeça entre os joelhos dela, apertando-lhe muito as mãos; ofegante, desvairado, pedi-lhe com lágrimas que me não desamparasse…”

Então resolvia embarcar imediatamente para cortar a minha vida em duas metades, e deleitava-me com a idéia de que Marcela, sabendo da partida, ficaria ralada de saudades e remorsos. Que ela amara-me a tonta, devia de sentir alguma coisa, uma lembrança qualquer, como do alferes Duarte… Nisto, o dente do ciúme enterrava-se-me no coração”

não é menos certo que uma dama bonita pode muito bem amar os gregos e os seus presentes.”

Malditas idéias fixas! A dessa ocasião era dar um mergulho no oceano”

Eu, que meditava ir ter com a morte, não ousei fitá-la quando ela veio ter comigo.”

Morreu como uma santa, respondeu ele; e, para que estas palavras não pudessem ser levadas à conta de fraqueza, ergueu-se logo, sacudiu a cabeça, e fitou o horizonte, com um gesto longo e profundo. — Vamos, continuou, entreguemo-la à cova que nunca mais se abre.

Morreu como um diabo engravatado.

Tinha eu conquistado em Coimbra uma grande nomeada de folião; era um acadêmico estróina, superficial, tumultuário e petulante, dado às aventuras, fazendo romantismo prático e liberalismo teórico, vivendo na pura fé dos olhos pretos e das constituições escritas. No dia em que a Universidade me atestou, em pergaminho, uma ciência que eu estava longe de trazer arraigada no cérebro, confesso que me achei de algum modo logrado, ainda que orgulhoso. Explico-me: o diploma era uma carta de alforria; se me dava a liberdade, dava-me a responsabilidade.”

Não, não direi que assisti às alvoradas do romantismo, que também eu fui fazer poesia efetiva no regaço da Itália; não direi coisa nenhuma. Teria de escrever um diário de viagem e não umas memórias, como estas são, nas quais só entra a

substância da vida.”

Note-se que eu estava em Veneza, ainda recendente aos versos de lord Byron; lá estava, mergulhado em pleno sonho, revivendo o pretérito, crendo-me na Sereníssima República. É verdade; uma vez aconteceu-me perguntar ao locandeiro se o doge ia a passeio nesse dia. — Que doge, signor mio? Caí em mim, mas não confessei a ilusão; disse-lhe que a minha pergunta era um gênero de charada americana; ele mostrou compreender, e acrescentou que gostava muito das charadas americanas. Era um locandeiro. Pois deixei tudo isso, o locandeiro, o doge, a Ponte dos Suspiros, a gôndola, os versos do lorde, as damas do Rialto, deixei tudo e disparei como uma bala na direção do Rio de Janeiro.”

Às vezes, esqueço-me a escrever, e a pena vai comendo papel, com grave prejuízo meu, que sou autor. Capítulos compridos quadram melhor a leitores pesadões; e nós não somos um público in-folio, mas in-12, pouco texto, larga margem, tipo elegante, corte dourado e vinhetas… Não, não alonguemos o capítulo.”

(M)achado não é (Clarice e nem livro) roubado

A infeliz padecia de um modo cru, porque o cancro é indiferente às virtudes do sujeito; quando rói, rói; roer é o seu ofício.”

restavam os ossos, que não emagrecem nunca.”

Era a primeira vez que eu via morrer alguém. Conhecia a morte de outiva; quando muito, tinha-a visto já petrificada no rosto de algum cadáver, que acompanhei ao cemitério, ou trazia-lhe a idéia embrulhada nas amplificações de retórica dos professores de coisas antigas, — a morte aleivosa de César, a austera de Sócrates, a orgulhosa de Catão. Mas esse duelo do ser e do não ser, a morte em ação, dolorida, contraída, convulsa, sem aparelho político ou filosófico, a morte de uma pessoa amada, essa foi a primeira vez que a pude encarar.

era eu, nesse tempo, um fiel compêndio de trivialidade e presunção. Jamais o problema da vida e da morte me oprimira o cérebro”

a franqueza é a primeira virtude de um defunto.”

Mas, na morte, que diferença! que desabafo! que liberdade! Como a gente pode sacudir fora a capa, deitar ao fosso as lantejoulas, despregar-se, despintar-se, desafeitar-se, confessar lisamente o que foi e o que deixou de ser! Porque, em suma, já não há vizinhos, nem amigos, nem inimigos, nem conhecidos, nem estranhos; não há platéia. O olhar da opinião, esse olhar agudo e judicial, perde a virtude, logo que pisamos o território da morte; não digo que ele se não estenda para cá, e nos não examine e julgue; mas a nós é que não se nos dá do exame nem do julgamento. Senhores vivos, não há nada tão incomensurável como o desdém dos finados.”

Creio que por então é que começou a desabotoar em mim a hipocondria, essa flor amarela, solitária e mórbida, de um cheiro inebriante e sutil. — <Que bom que é estar triste e não dizer coisa nenhuma!> — Quando esta palavra de Shakespeare me chamou a atenção, confesso que senti em mim um eco, um eco delicioso.

Volúpia do aborrecimento: decora esta expressão, leitor; guarda-a, examina-a, e se não chegares a entendê-la, podes concluir que ignoras uma das sensações mais sutis desse mundo e daquele tempo.”

Às vezes, caçava, outras dormia, outras lia, — lia muito, — outras enfim não fazia nada; deixava-me atoar de idéia em idéia, de imaginação em imaginação, como uma borboleta vadia ou faminta. As horas iam pingando uma a uma, o sol caía, as sombras da noite velavam a montanha e a cidade. Ninguém me visitava; recomendei expressamente que me deixassem só. Um dia, dois dias, três dias, uma semana inteira passada assim, sem dizer palavra, era bastante para sacudir-me da Tijuca fora e restituir-me ao bulício. Com efeito, ao cabo de 7 dias, estava farto da solidão; a dor aplacara; o espírito já se não contentava com o uso da espingarda e dos livros, nem com a vista do arvoredo e do céu. Reagia a mocidade, era preciso viver. Meti no baú o problema da vida e da morte, os hipocondríacos do poeta, as camisas, as meditações, as gravatas, e ia fechá-lo, quando o moleque Prudêncio me disse que uma pessoa do meu conhecimento se mudara na véspera para uma casa roxa, situada a 200 passos da nossa.”

Não entendo de política, disse eu depois de um instante; quanto à noiva… deixe-me viver como um urso.

Mas os ursos casam-se, replicou ele.

Pois traga-me uma ursa. Olhe, a Ursa-Maior…

Virgílio! exclamou. És tu, meu rapaz; a tua noiva chama-se justamente Virgília.

Naquele tempo contava apenas uns 15 ou 16 anos; era talvez a mais atrevida criatura da nossa raça, e, com certeza, a mais voluntariosa. Não digo que lhe coubesse a primazia da beleza, entre as mocinhas do tempo, porque isto não é romance, em que o autor sobredoura a realidade e fecha os olhos às sardas e espinhas; mas também não digo que lhe maculasse o rosto nenhuma sarda ou espinha, não. Era bonita, fresca, saía das mãos da natureza, cheia daquele feitiço, precário e eterno, que o indivíduo passa a outro indivíduo, para os fins secretos da criação. Era isto Virgília, e era clara, muito clara, faceira, ignorante, pueril, cheia de uns ímpetos misteriosos; muita preguiça e alguma devoção, — devoção, ou talvez medo; creio que medo.

Aí tem o leitor, em poucas linhas, o retrato físico e moral da pessoa que devia influir mais tarde na minha vida; era aquilo com 16 anos.”

Mas, dirás tu, como é que podes assim discernir a verdade daquele tempo, e exprimi-la depois de tantos anos?

Ah! indiscreta! ah! ignorantona! Mas é isso mesmo que nos faz senhores da Terra, é esse poder de restaurar o passado, para tocar a instabilidade das nossas impressões e a vaidade dos nossos afetos. Deixa lá dizer Pascal que o homem é um caniço pensante. Não; é uma errata pensante, isso sim. Cada estação da vida é uma edição, que corrige a anterior, e que será corrigida também, até a edição definitiva, que o editor dá de graça aos vermes.

PARADIGMA DO HOMEM DA ERA DO PATINETE: Por que ter cérebro se eu posso ter novela das 7

Lépida e viva como uma cachaça de minas.

Te ajoelha e te ferve,

Depois te entontece e te deprime.

Todo o homem público deve ser casado, interrompeu sentenciosamente meu pai. …Demais, a noiva e o Parlamento são a mesma coisa… isto é, não… saberás depois…

Olha, estou com 60 anos, mas se fosse necessário começar vida nova, começava, sem hesitar um só minuto. Teme a obscuridade, Brás”

E foi por diante o mágico, a agitar diante de mim um chocalho, como me faziam, em pequeno, para eu andar depressa, e a flor da hipocondria recolheu-se ao botão

Vencera meu pai; dispus-me a aceitar o diploma e o casamento, Virgília e a Câmara dos Deputados.”

Ora, o Brasinho! Um homem! Quem diria, há anos… Um homenzarrão! E bonito! Qual! Você não se lembra de mim…

tive umas cócegas de ser pai.”

um rir filosófico, desinteressado, superior.”

BLACK BUTT WILL FLY

P. 42: “No dia seguinte, como eu estivesse a preparar-me para descer, entrou no meu quarto uma borboleta, tão negra como a outra, e muito maior do que ela. Lembrou-me o caso da véspera, e ri-me; entrei logo a pensar na filha de D. Eusébia, no susto que tivera, e na dignidade que, apesar dele, soube conservar. A borboleta, depois de esvoaçar muito em torno de mim, pousou-me na testa. Sacudi-a, ela foi pousar na vidraça; e, porque eu a sacudisse de novo, saiu dali e

veio parar em cima de um velho retrato de meu pai. Era negra como a noite. O gesto brando com que, uma vez posta, começou a mover as asas, tinha um certo ar escarninho, que me aborreceu muito. Dei de ombros, saí do quarto; mas tornando lá, minutos depois, e achando-a ainda no mesmo lugar, senti um repelão dos nervos, lancei mão de uma toalha, bati-lhe e ela caiu.

Não caiu morta; ainda torcia o corpo e movia as farpinhas da cabeça. Apiedei-me; tomei-a na palma da mão e fui depô-la no peitoril da janela. Era tarde; a infeliz expirou dentro de alguns segundos. Fiquei um pouco aborrecido, incomodado.

Também por que diabo não era ela azul? disse comigo.

Suponho que nunca teria visto um homem; não sabia, portanto, o que era o homem; descreveu infinitas voltas em torno do meu corpo, e viu que me movia, que tinha olhos, braços, pernas, um ar divino, uma estatura colossal. Então disse

consigo: <Este é provavelmente o inventor das borboletas.> A idéia subjugou-a, aterrou-a; mas o medo, que é também sugestivo, insinuou-lhe que o melhor modo de agradar ao seu criador era beijá-lo na testa, e beijou-me na testa. Quando enxotada por mim, foi pousar na vidraça, viu dali o retrato de meu pai, e não é impossível que descobrisse meia verdade, a saber, que estava ali o pai do inventor das borboletas, e voou a pedir-lhe misericórdia.”

Não lhe valeu a imensidade azul, nem a alegria das flores, nem a pompa das folhas verdes, contra uma toalha de rosto, dois palmos de linho cru. Vejam como é bom ser superior às borboletas! Porque, é justo dizê-lo, se ela fosse azul, ou cor de laranja, não teria mais segura a vida; não era impossível que eu a atravessasse com um alfinete, para recreio dos olhos. Não era. Esta última idéia restituiu-me a consolação; uni o dedo grande ao polegar, despedi um piparote e o cadáver caiu no jardim. Era tempo; aí vinham já as próvidas formigas… Não, volto à primeira idéia; creio que para ela era melhor ter nascido azul.”

Saímos à varanda, dali à chácara, e foi então que notei uma circunstância. Eugênia coxeava um pouco, tão pouco, que eu cheguei a perguntar-lhe se machucara o pé. A mãe calou-se; a filha respondeu sem titubear:

Não, senhor, sou coxa de nascença.

Mandei-me a todos os diabos; chamei-me desastrado, grosseirão. Com efeito, a simples possibilidade de ser coxa era bastante para lhe não perguntar nada.”

O pior é que era coxa. Uns olhos tão lúcidos, uma boca tão fresca, uma compostura tão senhoril; e coxa! Esse contraste faria suspeitar que a natureza é às vezes um imenso escárnio. Por que bonita, se coxa? por que coxa, se bonita? Tal era a pergunta que eu vinha fazendo a mim mesmo ao voltar para casa, de noite, sem atinar com a solução do enigma.”

lá embaixo a família a chamar-me, e a noiva, e o Parlamento, e eu sem acudir a coisa nenhuma, enlevado ao pé da minha Vênus Manca. (…) Queria-lhe, é verdade; ao pé dessa criatura tão singela, filha espúria e coxa, feita de amor e desprezo, ao pé dela sentia-me bem, e ela creio que ainda se sentia melhor ao pé de mim. E isto na Tijuca. Uma simples égloga. D. Eusébia vigiava-nos, mas pouco; temperava a necessidade com a conveniência. A filha, nessa primeira explosão da natureza, entregava-me a alma em flor.”

acrescentei um versículo ao Evangelho: — Bem-aventurados os que não descem, porque deles é o primeiro beijo das moças. Com efeito, foi no domingo esse primeiro beijo de Eugênia —”

Eu cínico, alma sensível? Pela coxa de Diana! esta injúria merecia ser lavada com sangue, se o sangue lavasse alguma coisa nesse mundo. Não, alma sensível, eu não sou cínico, eu fui homem; meu cérebro foi um tablado em que se deram peças de todo gênero, o drama sacro, o austero, o piegas, a comédia louçã, a desgrenhada farsa, os autos, as bufonerias, um pandemônio, alma sensível, uma barafunda de coisas e pessoas, em que podias ver tudo, desde a rosa de Esmirna até a arruda do teu quintal, desde o magnífico leito de Cleópatra até o recanto da praia em que o mendigo tirita o seu sono. Cruzavam-se nele pensamentos de vária casta e feição. Não havia ali a atmosfera somente da águia e do beija-flor; havia também a da lesma e do sapo. Retira, pois, a expressão, alma sensível, castiga os nervos, limpa os óculos, — que isso às vezes é dos óculos, — e acabemos de uma vez com esta flor da moita.”

pequena pena

dura candura

Descer só é nobre nos acordes…

e jurei-lhe por todos os santos do Céu que eu era obrigado a descer, mas que não deixava de lhe querer e muito; tudo hipérboles frias, que ela escutou sem dizer nada.”

Desci da Tijuca, na manhã seguinte, um pouco amargurado, outro pouco satisfeito. Vinha dizendo a mim mesmo que era justo obedecer a meu pai, que era conveniente abraçar a carreira política… que a constituição… que a minha noiva… que o meu cavalo…”

respirei à larga, e deitei-me a fio comprido, enquanto os pés, e todo eu atrás deles, entrávamos numa relativa bem-aventurança. Então considerei que as botas apertadas são uma das maiores venturas da Terra, porque, fazendo doer os pés, dão azo ao prazer de as descalçar. Mortifica os pés, desgraçado, desmortifica-os depois, e aí tens a felicidade barata, ao sabor dos sapateiros e de Epicuro.” “Em verdade vos digo que toda a sabedoria humana não vale um par de botas curtas.”

Corredores são ingratos e estúpidos por usarem sempre números maiores que seus pés…

Tu, minha Eugênia, é que não as descalçaste nunca; foste aí pela estrada da vida, manquejando da perna e do amor, triste como os enterros pobres, solitária, calada, laboriosa, até que vieste também para esta outra margem… O que eu não sei é se a tua existência era muito necessária ao século. Quem sabe? Talvez um comparsa de menos fizesse patear a tragédia humana.”

Fomos dali à casa do Dutra. Era uma pérola esse homem, risonho, jovial, patriota, um pouco irritado com os males públicos, mas não desesperando de os curar depressa. Achou que a minha candidatura era legítima; convinha, porém, esperar alguns meses. E logo me apresentou à mulher, — uma estimável senhora, — e à filha, que não desmentiu em nada o panegírico de meu pai. Juro-vos que em nada. Relede o capítulo XXVII. Eu, que levava idéias a respeito da pequena, fitei-a de certo modo; ela, que não sei se as tinha, não me fitou de modo diferente; e o nosso olhar primeiro foi pura e simplesmente conjugal. No fim de um mês estávamos íntimos.”

Lembra-vos ainda a minha teoria das edições humanas? Pois sabei que, naquele tempo, estava eu na quarta edição, revista e emendada, mas ainda inçada de descuidos e barbarismos; defeito que, aliás, achava alguma compensação no tipo, que era elegante, e na encadernação, que era luxuosa.”

e porque a dor que se dissimula dói mais, é muito provável que Virgília padecesse em dobro do que realmente devia padecer. Creio que isto é metafísica.”

CAPÍTULO XLII / QUE ESCAPOU A ARISTÓTELES

Outra coisa que também me parece metafísica é isto: — Dá-se movimento a uma bola, por exemplo; rola esta, encontra outra bola, transmite-lhe o impulso, e eis a segunda boa a rolar como a primeira rolou. Suponhamos que a primeira bola se chama… Marcela, — é uma simples suposição; a segunda, Brás Cubas; a terceira, Virgília. Temos que Marcela, recebendo um piparote do passado rolou até tocar em Brás Cubas, — o qual, cedendo à força impulsiva, entrou a rolar também até esbarrar em Virgília, que não tinha nada com a primeira bola; e eis aí como, pela simples transmissão de uma força, se tocam os extremos sociais, e se estabelece uma coisa que poderemos chamar — solidariedade do aborrecimento humano. Como é que este capítulo escapou a Aristóteles?”

Então apareceu o Lobo Neves, um homem que não era mais esbelto que eu, nem mais elegante, nem mais lido, nem mais simpático, e todavia foi quem me arrebatou Virgília e a candidatura, dentro de poucas semanas, com um ímpeto verdadeiramente cesariano.”

Virgília comparou a águia e o pavão, e elegeu a águia, deixando o pavão com o seu espanto, o seu despeito, e três ou quatro beijos que lhe dera. Talvez cinco beijos; mas dez que fossem não queria dizer coisa nenhuma. O lábio do homem não é como a pata do cavalo de Átila, que esterilizava o solo em que batia; é justamente o contrário.”

Era impossível; não se ama duas vezes a mesma mulher, e eu, que tinha de amar aquela, tempos depois, não lhe estava agora preso por nenhum outro vínculo, além de uma fantasia passageira, alguma obediência e muita fatuidade. E isto basta a explicar a vigília; era despeito, um despeitozinho agudo como ponta de alfinete, o qual se desfez, com charutos, murros, leituras truncadas, até romper a aurora, a mais tranqüila das auroras.”

Mas eu era moço, tinha o remédio em mim mesmo. Meu pai é que não pôde suportar facilmente a pancada. Pensando bem, pode ser que não morresse precisamente do desastre; mas que o desastre lhe complicou as últimas dores, é positivo.”

Jantamos tristes. Meu tio cônego apareceu à sobremesa, e ainda presenciou uma pequena altercação.

Meus filhos, disse ele, lembrem-se que meu irmão deixou um pão bem grande para ser repartido por todos.

Mas Cotrim:

Creio, creio. A questão, porém, não é de pão, é de manteiga. Pão seco é que eu não engulo.”

Jogos pueris, fúrias de criança, risos e tristezas da idade adulta, dividimos muita vez esse pão da alegria e da miséria, irmãmente, como bons irmãos que éramos. Mas estávamos brigados. Tal qual a beleza de Marcela, que se esvaiu com as bexigas.”

Vivi meio recluso, indo de longe em longe a algum baile, ou teatro, ou palestra, mas a maior parte do tempo passei-a comigo mesmo. Vivia; deixava-me ir ao curso e recurso dos sucessos e dos dias, ora buliçoso, ora apático, entre a ambição e o desânimo. Escrevia política e fazia literatura. Mandava artigos e versos para as folhas públicas, e cheguei a alcançar certa reputação de polemista e de poeta.”

Pobre Luís Dutra! Apenas publicava alguma coisa, corria à minha casa, e entrava a girar em volta de mim, à espreita de um juízo, de uma palavra, de um gesto, que lhe aprovasse a recente produção, e eu falava-lhe de mil coisas diferentes, — do último baile do Catete, da discussão das câmaras, de berlindas e cavalos, — de tudo, menos dos seus versos ou prosas. Ele respondia-me, a princípio com animação, depois mais frouxo, torcia a rédea da conversa para o seu assunto dele, abria um livro, perguntava-me se tinha algum trabalho novo, e eu dizia-lhe que sim ou que não, mas torcia a rédea para o outro lado, e lá ia ele atrás de mim, até que empacava de todo e saía triste. Minha intenção era fazê-lo duvidar de si mesmo, desanimá-lo, eliminá-lo. E tudo isto a olhar para a ponta do nariz…”

CAPÍTULO XLIX / A PONTA DO NARIZ

Nariz, consciência sem remorsos, tu me valeste muito na vida… Já meditaste alguma vez no destino do nariz, amado leitor? A explicação do Doutor Pangloss é que o nariz foi criado para uso dos óculos, — e tal explicação confesso que até certo tempo me pareceu definitiva; mas veio um dia, em que, estando a ruminar esse e outros pontos obscuros de filosofia, atinei com a única, verdadeira e definitiva explicação.

Com efeito, bastou-me atentar no costume do faquir. Sabe o leitor que o faquir gasta longas horas a olhar para a ponta do nariz, com o fim único de ver a luz celeste. Quando ele finca os olhos na ponta do nariz, perde o sentimento das coisas externas, embeleza-se no invisível, aprende o impalpável, desvincula-se da terra, dissolve-se, eteriza-se. Essa sublimação do ser pela ponta do nariz é o fenômeno mais excelso do espírito, e a faculdade de a obter não pertence ao faquir somente: é universal. Cada homem tem necessidade e poder de contemplar o seu próprio nariz, para o fim de ver a luz celeste, e tal contemplação, cujo efeito é a subordinação do universo a um nariz somente, constitui o equilíbrio das sociedades. Se os narizes se contemplassem exclusivamente uns aos outros, o gênero humano não chegaria a durar dois séculos: extinguia-se com as primeiras tribos.”

A conclusão, portanto, é que há duas forças capitais: o amor, que multiplica a espécie, e o nariz, que a subordina ao indivíduo. Procriação, equilíbrio.”

Um livro perdeu Francesca; cá foi a valsa que nos perdeu. Creio que essa noite apertei-lhe a mão com muita força, e ela deixou-a ficar, como esquecida, e eu a abraçá-la, e todos com os olhos em nós, e nos outros que também se abraçavam e giravam… Um delírio.”

por que diabo seria minha uma moeda que eu não herdara nem ganhara, mas somente achara na rua? Evidentemente não era minha; era de outro, daquele que a perdera, rico ou pobre, e talvez fosse pobre, algum operário que não teria com que dar de comer à mulher e aos filhos; mas se fosse rico, o meu dever ficava o mesmo. Cumpria restituir a moeda, e o melhor meio, o único meio, era fazê-lo por intermédio de um anúncio ou da polícia.”

achava-me bom, talvez grande. Uma simples moeda, hem?”

Assim eu, Brás Cubas, descobri uma lei sublime, a lei da equivalência das janelas, e estabeleci que o modo de compensar uma janela fechada é abrir outra, a fim de que a moral possa arejar continuamente a consciência.”

Cinco contos em boas notas e moedas, tudo asseadinho e arranjadinho, um achado raro. Embrulhei-as de novo. Ao jantar pareceu-me que um dos moleques falara a outro com os olhos. Ter-me-iam espreitado? Interroguei-os discretamente, e concluí que não. Sobre o jantar fui outra vez ao gabinete, examinei o dinheiro, e ri-me dos meus cuidados maternais a respeito de cinco contos, — eu, que era abastado.”

Não podia ser outra coisa. Não se perdem cinco contos, como se perde um lenço de tabaco. Cinco contos levam-se com trinta mil sentidos, apalpam-se a miúdo, não se lhes tiram os olhos de cima, nem as mãos, nem o pensamento, e para se perderem assim tolamente, numa praia, é necessário que… Crime é que não podia ser o achado; nem crime, nem desonra, nem nada que embaciasse o caráter de um homem.”

Nesse mesmo dia levei-os ao Banco do Brasil. Lá me receberam com muitas e delicadas alusões ao caso da meia dobra, cuja notícia andava já espalhada entre as pessoas do meu conhecimento; respondi enfadado que a coisa não valia a pena de tamanho estrondo; louvaram-me então a modéstia, — e porque eu me encolerizasse, replicaram-me que era simplesmente grande.”

Há umas plantas que nascem e crescem depressa; outras são tardias e pecas. O nosso amor era daquelas; brotou com tal ímpeto e tanta seiva, que, dentro em pouco, era a mais vasta, folhuda e exuberante criatura dos bosques.”

uma hipocrisia paciente e sistemática, único freio de uma paixão sem freio”

o resto, e o resto do resto, que é o fastio e a saciedade”

Usualmente, quando eu perdia o sono, o bater da pêndula fazia-me muito mal; esse tique-taque soturno, vagaroso e seco parecia dizer a cada golpe que eu ia ter um instante menos de vida. Imaginava então um velho diabo, sentado entre dois sacos, o da vida e o da morte, a tirar as moedas da vida para dá-las à morte, e a contá-las assim:

Outra de menos…

Outra de menos…

Outra de menos…

Outra de menos…

O mais singular é que, se o relógio parava, eu dava-lhe corda, para que ele não deixasse de bater nunca, e eu pudesse contar todos os meus instantes perdidos. Invenções há, que se transformam ou acabam; as mesmas instituições morrem; o relógio é definitivo e perpétuo. O derradeiro homem, ao despedir-se do sol frio e gasto, há de ter um relógio na algibeira, para saber a hora exata em que morre.”

CAPÍTULO LV / O VELHO DIÁLOGO DE ADÃO E EVA

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A razão não podia ser outra senão o momento oportuno. Não era oportuno o primeiro momento, porque, se nenhum de nós estava verde para o amor, ambos o estávamos para o nosso amor: distinção fundamental. Não há amor possível sem a oportunidade dos sujeitos. Esta explicação achei-a eu mesmo, dois anos depois do beijo, um dia em que Virgília se me queixava de um pintalegrete que lá ia e tenazmente a galanteava.”

Agora, que todas as leis sociais no-lo impediam, agora é que nos amávamos deveras. Achávamo-nos jungidos um ao outro, como as duas almas que o poeta encontrou no Purgatório:

Di pari, come buoi, che vanno a giogo

Pobre Destino! Onde andarás agora, grande procurador dos negócios humanos? Talvez estejas a criar pele nova, outra cara, outras maneiras, outro nome, e não é impossível que… Já me não lembra onde estava… Ah! nas estradas escusas.”

achava que Virgília era a perfeição mesma, um conjunto de qualidades sólidas e finas, amorável, elegante, austera, um modelo. E a confiança não parava aí. De fresta que era, chegou a porta escancarada. Um dia confessou-me que trazia uma triste carcoma na existência; faltava-lhe a glória pública. Animei-o; disse-lhe muitas coisas bonitas, que ele ouviu com aquela unção religiosa de um desejo que não quer acabar de morrer; então compreendi que a ambição dele andava cansada de bater as asas, sem poder abrir o vôo. Dias depois disse-me todos os seus tédios e desfalecimentos, as amarguras engolidas, as raivas sopitadas; contou-me que a vida política era um tecido de invejas, despeitos, intrigas, perfídias, interesses, vaidades. Evidentemente havia aí uma crise de melancolia”

Vira o teatro pelo lado da platéia; e, palavra, que era bonito! Soberbo cenário, vida, movimento e graça na representação. Escriturei-me; deram-me um papel que…”

Deve ser um vinho enérgico a política, dizia eu comigo, ao sair da casa de Lobo Neves; e fui andando, fui andando, até que na Rua dos Barbonos vi uma sege, e dentro um dos ministros, meu antigo companheiro de colégio. Cortejamo-nos afetuosamente, a sege seguiu, e eu fui andando… andando… andando…

Por que não serei eu ministro?”

Não pensei mais na tristeza de Lobo Neves; sentia a atração do abismo.”

“— Aposto que me não conhece, Sr. Dr. Cubas? disse ele.

Não me lembra…

Sou o Borba, o Quincas Borba.

Recuei espantado… Quem me dera agora o verbo solene de um Bossuet ou de Vieira, para contar tamanha desolação!”

Não havia nele a resignação cristã, nem a conformidade filosófica. Parece que a miséria lhe calejara a alma, a ponto de lhe tirar a sensação de lama. Arrastava os andrajos, como outrora a púrpura: com certa graça indolente.”

Sabe onde moro? No terceiro degrau das escadas de São Francisco, à esquerda de quem sobe; não precisa bater na porta. Casa fresca, extremamente fresca. Pois saí cedo, e ainda não comi…”

Fez um gesto de desdém; calou-se alguns instantes; depois disse-me positivamente que não queria trabalhar. Eu estava enjoado dessa abjeção tão cômica e tão triste, e preparei-me para sair.

Não vá sem eu lhe ensinar a minha filosofia da miséria, disse ele, escarranchando-se diante de mim.”

Meto a mão no colete e não acho o relógio. Última desilusão! O Borba furtara-mo no abraço.” Mas um homem não morre sem seu relógio! É dever do amigo devolvê-lo, e por sua vez morrer, a seu tempo, não é verdade?

Desde a sopa, começou a abrir em mim a flor amarela e mórbida do capítulo XXV, e então jantei depressa, para correr à casa de Virgília. Virgília era o presente; eu queria refugiar-me nele, para escapar às opressões do passado, porque o encontro do Quincas Borba, tornara-me aos olhos o passado, não qual fôra deveras, mas um passado roto, abjeto, mendigo e gatuno.

A necessidade de o regenerar, de o trazer ao trabalho e ao respeito de sua pessoa enchia-me o coração; eu começava a sentir um bem-estar, uma elevação, uma admiração de mim próprio…”

Virgília era o travesseiro do meu espírito, um travesseiro mole, tépido, aromático, enfronhado em cambraia e bruxelas. Era ali que ele costumava repousar de todas as sensações más, simplesmente enfadonhas, ou até dolorosas. E, bempesadas as coisas, não era outra a razão da existência de Virgília; não podia ser. Cinco minutos bastaram para olvidar inteiramente o Quincas Borba (…) Escrófula da vida, andrajo do passado, que me importa que existas, que molestes os olhos dos outros, se eu tenho dois palmos de um travesseiro divino, para fechar os olhos e dormir?

lobrigava, ao longe, uma casa nossa, uma vida nossa, um mundo nosso, em que não havia Lobo Neves, nem casamento, nem moral, nem nenhum outro liame, que nos tolhesse a expansão da vontade. Esta idéia embriagou-me; eliminados assim o mundo, a moral e o marido, bastava penetrar naquela habitação dos anjos.”

exprimia mudamente tudo quanto pode dizer a pupila humana.”

Era a primeira grande cólera que eu sentia contra Virgília. Não olhei uma só vez para ela durante o jantar; falei de política, da imprensa, do ministério, creio que falaria de teologia, se a soubesse, ou se me lembrasse. Lobo Neves acompanhava-me com muita placidez e dignidade, e até com certa benevolência superior; e tudo aquilo me irritava também, e me tornava mais amargo e longo o jantar.”

Você não me ama, foi a sua resposta; nunca me teve a menor soma de amor. Tratou-me ontem como se me tivesse ódio. Se eu ao menos soubesse o que é que fiz! Mas não sei. Não me dirá o que foi?

Que foi o quê? Creio que não houve nada.

Nada? Tratou-me como não se trata um cachorro…

A esta palavra, peguei-lhe nas mãos, beijei-as, e duas lágrimas rebentaram-lhe dos olhos.

Acabou, acabou, disse eu.

Bons olhos o vejam! exclamou. Onde se mete o senhor que não aparece em parte nenhuma? Pois olhe, ontem admirou-me não o ver no teatro. A Candiani esteve deliciosa. Que mulher! Gosta da Candiani? É natural. Os senhores são todos os mesmos. O barão dizia ontem, no camarote, que uma só italiana vale por cinco brasileiras. Que desaforo! e desaforo de velho, que é pior. Mas por que é que o senhor não foi ontem ao teatro?

Qual! Algum namoro; não acha, Virgília? Pois, meu amigo, apresse-se, porque o senhor deve estar com quarenta anos… ou perto disso… Não tem quarenta anos?

Não lhe posso dizer com certeza, respondi eu; mas se me dá licença, vou consultar a certidão de batismo.

Olheiras produzidas de tanto olheiro à espreita.

Abençoadas pernas! E há quem vos trate com desdém ou indiferença. Eu mesmo, até então, tinha-vos em má conta, zangava-me quando vos fatigáveis, quando não podíeis ir além de certo ponto, e me deixáveis com o desejo a avoaçar, à semelhança de galinha atada pelos pés.”

Eu gosto dos capítulos alegres; é o meu fraco.”

O mundo era estreito para Alexandre; um desvão de telhado é o infinito para as andorinhas. (…) dorme hoje um casal de virtudes no mesmo espaço de chão que sofreu um casal de pecados. Amanhã pode lá dormir um eclesiástico, depois um assassino, depois um ferreiro, depois um poeta, e todos abençoarão esse canto de Terra, que lhes deu algumas ilusões.”

Começo a arrepender-me deste livro. Não que ele me canse; eu não tenho quê fazer; e, realmente, expedir alguns magros capítulos para esse mundo sempre é tarefa que distrai um pouco da eternidade. Mas o livro é enfadonho, cheira a sepulcro, traz certa contração cadavérica; vício grave, e aliás ínfimo, porque o maior defeito deste livro és tu, leitor. Tu tens pressa de envelhecer, e o livro anda devagar; tu amas a narração direta e nutrida, o estilo regular e fluente, e este livro e o meu estilo são como os ébrios, guinam à direita e à esquerda, andam e param, resmungam, urram, gargalham, ameaçam o céu, escorregam e caem…”

e, se eu tivesse olhos, dar-vos-ia uma lágrima de saudade. Esta é a grande vantagem da morte, que, se não deixa boca para rir, também não deixa olhos para chorar…”

O BIBLIÔMANO

Eu não quero dar pasto à crítica do futuro. Olhai: daqui a setenta anos, um sujeito magro, amarelo, grisalho, que não ama nenhuma outra coisa além dos livros, inclina-se sobre a página anterior, a ver se lhe descobre o despropósito; lê, relê, treslê, desengonça as palavras, saca uma sílaba, depois outra, mais outra e as restantes, examina-as por dentro e por fora, por todos os lados, contra a luz, espaneja-as, esfrega-as no joelho, lava-as, e nada; não acha o despropósito. É um bibliômano. Não conhece o autor; este nome de Brás Cubas não vem nos seus dicionários biográficos. Achou o volume, por acaso, no pardieiro de um alfarrabista. Comprou-o por 200 réis. Indagou, pesquisou, esgaravatou, e veio a descobrir que era um exemplar único… Único! Vós, que não só amais os livros, senão que padeceis a mania deles, vós sabeis muito bem o valor desta palavra, e adivinhais, portanto, as delícias de meu bibliômano. Ele rejeitaria a coroa das Índias, o papado, todos os museus da Itália e da Holanda, se os houvesse de trocar por esse único exemplar; e não porque seja o das minhas Memórias; faria a mesma coisa com o Almanaque de Laemmert, uma vez que fosse único.” “Fecha o livro, mira-o, remira-o, chega-se à janela e mostra-o ao sol. Um exemplar único! Nesse momento passa-lhe por baixo da janela um César ou um Cromwell, a caminho do poder. Ele dá de ombros, fecha a janela, estira-se na rede e folheia o livro devagar, com amor, aos goles…”

Não te arrependas de ser generoso”

Podendo acontecer que algum dos meus leitores tenha pulado o capítulo anterior, observo que é preciso lê-lo para entender o que eu disse comigo, logo depois que D. Plácida saiu da sala.”

Aqui estou. Para que me chamastes? E o sacristão e a sacristã naturalmente lhe responderiam. — Chamamos-te para queimar os dedos nos tachos, os olhos na costura, comer mal, ou não comer, andar de um lado para outro, na faina, adoecendo e sarando, com o fim de tornar a adoecer e sarar outra vez, triste agora, logo desesperada, amanhã resignada, mas sempre com as mãos no tacho e os olhos na costura, até acabar um dia na lama ou no hospital; foi para isso que te chamamos, num momento de simpatia.

O vício é muitas vezes o estrume da virtude. O que não impede que a virtude seja uma flor cheirosa e sã.”

eu prometi que serias marquesa, e nem baronesa estás. Dirás que sou ambicioso?”

Noutra ocasião, por diferente motivo, é certo que eu me lançaria aos pés dela, e a ampararia com a minha razão e a minha ternura; agora, porém, era preciso compeli-la ao esforço de si mesma, ao sacrifício, à responsabilidade da nossa vida comum, e conseguintemente desampará-la, deixá-la, e sair; foi o que fiz.

Repito, a minha felicidade está nas tuas mãos, disse eu.

Virgília quis agarrar-me, mas eu já estava fora da porta. Cheguei a ouvir um prorromper de lágrimas, e digo-lhes que estive a ponto de voltar, para as enxugar com um beijo; mas subjuguei-me e saí.”

Às vezes sentia um dentezinho de remorso; parecia-me que abusava da fraqueza de uma mulher amante e culpada, sem nada sacrificar nem arriscar de mim próprio” Não comportamos praticamente nada mais que um remorso por dia do mês.

Os olhos dela estavam secos. Sabina não herdara a flor amarela e mórbida. Que importa? Era minha irmã, meu sangue, um pedaço de minha mãe, e eu disse-lho com ternura, com sinceridade…”

Digam o que quiserem dizer os hipocondríacos: a vida é uma coisa doce.”

A velhice ridícula é, porventura, a mais triste e derradeira surpresa da natureza humana.”

O caso dos meus amores andava mais público do que eu podia supor.”

Referiu-lhe que o decreto trazia a data de 13, e que esse número significava para ele uma recordação fúnebre. O pai morreu num dia 13, treze dias depois de um jantar em que havia treze pessoas. A casa em que morrera a mãe tinha o n° 13. Et coetera. Era um algarismo fatídico. Não podia alegar semelhante coisa ao ministro; dir-lhe-ia que tinha razões particulares para não aceitar. Eu fiquei como há de estar o leitor, — um pouco assombrado com esse sacrifício a um número; mas, sendo ele ambicioso, o sacrifício devia ser sincero…”

E assim reatamos o fio da aventura como a sultana Scheherazade o dos seus contos.”

Se o leitor ainda se lembra do capítulo XXIII, observará que é agora a segunda vez que eu comparo a vida a um enxurro; mas também há de reparar que desta vez acrescento-lhe um adjetivo — perpétuo. E Deus sabe a força de um adjetivo, principalmente em países novos e cálidos.” Machado de Assis merece sua alta reputação: com um ar leve e ligeiro consegue transmitir o grave e o sério, e tem um jeito de interagir com o leitor que até hoje não vi, entre centenas de escritores: ao derrubar a quarta parede, não é piegas, mas é afável e consolador assim mesmo. Outros autores, quando “conversam demais com o leitor”, apenas geram irritação; há quem nos soe seco, impessoal demais: quem nunca parece lembrar-se de que está sendo lido, afinal. Machado não: Machado parece um nosso amigo, mandando uma carta (um e-mail, que seja…). Mas não uma mensagem no zap, que aí já seria demais…

Digo apenas que o homem mais probo que conheci em minha vida foi um certo Jacó Medeiros ou Jacó Valadares, não me recorda bem o nome. Talvez fosse Jacó Rodrigues; em suma, Jacó. Era a probidade em pessoa; podia ser rico, violentando um pequenino escrúpulo, e não quis; deixou ir pelas mãos fora nada menos de uns 400 contos [de réis, bom lembrar]; tinha a probidade tão exemplar, que chegava a ser miúda e cansativa. Um dia, como nos achássemos, a sós, em casa dele, em boa palestra, vieram dizer que o procurava o Dr. B., um sujeito enfadonho. Jacó mandou dizer que não estava em casa.

Não pega, bradou uma voz do corredor; cá estou de dentro.

E, com efeito, era o Dr. B., que apareceu logo à porta da sala. Jacó foi recebê-lo, afirmando que cuidava ser outra pessoa, e não ele, e acrescentando que tinha muito prazer com a visita, o que nos rendeu hora e meia de enfado mortal, e isto mesmo, porque Jacó tirou o relógio; o Dr. B. perguntou-lhe então se ia sair.

Com minha mulher, disse Jacó.

Retirou-se o Dr. B. e respiramos. Uma vez respirados, disse eu ao Jacó que ele acabava de mentir quatro vezes, em menos de duas horas: a primeira, negando-se, a segunda, alegrando-se com a presença do importuno; a terceira, dizendo que ia sair; a quarta, acrescentando que com a mulher. Jacó refletiu um instante, depois confessou a justeza da minha observação, mas desculpou-se dizendo que a veracidade absoluta era incompatível com um estado social adiantado, e que a paz das cidades só se podia obter à custa de embaçadelas recíprocas… Ah! lembra-me agora: chamava-se Jacó Tavares.”

eu observei que a adulação das mulheres não é a mesma coisa que a dos homens. Esta orça pela servilidade; a outra confunde-se com a afeição. As formas graciosamente curvas, a palavra doce, a mesma fraqueza física dão à ação lisonjeira da mulher, uma cor local, um aspecto legítimo. Não importa a idade do adulado; a mulher há de ter sempre para ele uns ares de mãe ou de irmã, — ou ainda de enfermeira, outro ofício feminil, em que o mais hábil dos homens carecerá sempre de um quid, um fluido, alguma coisa.”

Então? disse o sujeito magro.

Fiz-lhe sinal para que não insistisse, e ele calou-se por alguns instantes. O doente ficou a olhar para o teto, calado, a arfar muito: Virgília empalideceu, levantou-se, foi até a janela. Suspeitara a morte e tinha medo. Eu procurei falar de outras coisas. O sujeito magro contou uma anedota, e tornou a tratar da casa, alteando a proposta.

Trinta e oito contos, disse ele.

Ahn?… gemeu o enfermo.

O sujeito magro aproximou-se da cama, pegou-lhe na mão, e sentiu-a fria. Eu acheguei-me ao doente, perguntei-lhe se sentia alguma coisa, se queria tomar um cálice de vinho.

Não… não… quar… quaren… quar… quar…

Teve um acesso de tosse, e foi o último; daí a pouco expirava ele, com grande consternação do sujeito magro, que me confessou depois a disposição em que estava de oferecer os quarenta contos; mas era tarde.

Lá me escapou a decifração do mistério, esse doce mistério de algumas semanas antes, quando Virgília me pareceu um pouco diferente do que era. Um filho! Um ser tirado do meu ser! Esta era a minha preocupação exclusiva daquele tempo. Olhos do mundo, zelos do marido, morte do Viegas, nada me interessava por então, nem conflitos políticos, nem revoluções, nem terremotos, nem nada. Eu só pensava naquele embrião anônimo, de obscura paternidade, e uma voz secreta me dizia: é teu filho. Meu filho! E repetia estas duas palavras, com certa voluptuosidade indefinível, e não sei que assomos de orgulho. Sentia-me homem.”

esse embrião tinha a meus olhos todos os tamanhos e gestos: ele mamava, ele escrevia, ele valsava, ele era o interminável nos limites de um quarto de hora, — baby e deputado, colegial e pintalegrete. Às vezes, ao pé de Virgília, esquecia-me dela e de tudo; Virgília sacudia-me, reprochava-me o silêncio; dizia que eu já lhe não queria nada. A verdade é que estava em diálogo com o embrião; era o velho colóquio de Adão e Caim, uma conversa sem palavras entre a vida e a vida, o mistério e o mistério.” Decerto o filho favorito.

Meu caro Brás Cubas,

Há tempos, no Passeio Público, tomei-lhe de empréstimo um relógio. Tenho a satisfação de restituir-lho com esta carta. A diferença é que não é o mesmo, porém outro, não digo superior, mas igual ao primeiro. Que voulez-vous, monseigneur? — como dizia Fígaro, — c’est la misère. Muitas coisas se deram depois do nosso encontro; irei contá-las pelo miúdo, se me não fechar a porta. [já-nela estou] Saiba que já não trago aquelas botas caducas, nem envergo uma famosa sobrecasaca cujas abas se perdiam na noite dos tempos. Cedi o meu degrau da escada de São Francisco; finalmente, almoço.

Dito isto, peço licença para ir um dia destes expor-lhe um trabalho, fruto de longo estudo, um novo sistema de filosofia, que não só explica e descreve a origem e a consumação das coisas, como faz dar um grande passo adiante de Zenon e Sêneca, cujo estoicismo era um verdadeiro brinco de crianças ao pé da minha receita moral. É singularmente espantoso esse meu sistema; retifica o espírito humano, suprime a dor, assegura a felicidade, e enche de imensa glória o nosso país. Chamo-lhe Humanitismo, de Humanitas, princípio das coisas. Minha primeira idéia revelava uma grande enfatuação: era chamar-lhe borbismo, de Borba; denominação vaidosa, além de rude e molesta. E com certeza exprimia menos. Verá, meu caro Brás Cubas, verá que é deveras um monumento; e se alguma coisa há que possa fazer-me esquecer as amarguras da vida, é o gosto de haver enfim apanhado a verdade e a felicidade. Ei-las na minha mão essas duas esquivas; após tantos séculos de lutas, pesquisas, descobertas, sistemas e quedas, ei-las nas mãos do homem. Até breve, meu caro Brás Cubas. Saudades do

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Naturalmente o Quincas Borba herdara de algum dos seus parentes de Minas, e a abastança devolvera-lhe a primitiva dignidade. Não digo tanto; há coisas que se não podem reaver integralmente; mas enfim a regeneração não era impossível. Guardei a carta e o relógio, e esperei a filosofia.

Que os levasse o diabo os ingleses! Isto não ficava direito sem irem todos eles barra fora. Que é que a Inglaterra podia fazer-nos? Se ele encontrasse algumas pessoas de boa vontade, era obra de uma noite a expulsão de tais godemes… Graças a Deus, tinha patriotismo, — e batia no peito, — o que não admirava porque era de família; descendia de um antigo capitão-mor muito patriota.”

Muito simpática, não é? acudiu ela; falta-lhe um pouco mais de côrte. Mas que coração! é uma pérola. Bem boa noiva para você.

Não gosto de pérolas.

Casmurro! Para quando é que você se guarda? para quando estiver a cair de maduro, já sei. Pois, meu rico, quer você queira quer não, há de casar com Nhã-loló.

Foi-se o embrião, naquele ponto em que se não distingue Laplace de uma tartaruga. Tive a notícia por boca do Lobo Neves, que me deixou na sala e acompanhou o médico à alcova da frustrada mãe.”

numa casinha da Gamboa, duas pessoas que se amam há muito tempo, uma inclinada para a outra, a dar-lhe um beijo na testa, e a outra a recuar, como se sentisse o contato de uma boca de cadáver. Há aí, no breve intervalo, entre a boca e a testa, antes do beijo e depois do beijo, há aí largo espaço para muita coisa, — a contração de um ressentimento, — a ruga da desconfiança, — ou enfim o nariz pálido e sonolento da saciedade…”

Vulgar coisa é ir considerar no ermo. O voluptuoso, o esquisito, é insular-se o homem no meio de um mar de gestos e palavras, de nervos e paixões, decretar-se alheado, inacessível, ausente. O mais que podem dizer, quando ele torna a si, — isto é, quando torna aos outros, — é que baixa do mundo da lua; mas o mundo da lua, esse desvão luminoso e recatado do cérebro, que outra coisa é senão a afirmação desdenhosa da nossa liberdade espiritual?” E há quem se interesse até pelas crateras da lua que julgue esquisito e de outro planeta o mais telúrico que existe: desvendar a alma humana, pisar na terra, ao invés de estar sempre em viagem, ignorando tudo, sendo guiada pela coleira dos guias… Quem nunca avaliou que a atenção é sempre uma moeda de dois lados faria boa coisa em viver só mais 7 dias (não importa quantas vezes): sua santa segunda, terça, quarta, quinta, sextou!, sábado e, claro, nosso domingo tão familiar! Tão atencioso e carinhoso para com os entes queridos, dentre os quais nunca se encontra… a própria cabeça.

Lembra-me que desviei o rosto e baixei os olhos ao chão. Recomendo este gesto às pessoas que não tiverem uma palavra pronta para responder, ou ainda às que recearem encarar a pupila de outros olhos.”

Estas interrogações percorriam lentamente o meu cérebro, como os pontinhos e vírgulas escuras percorrem o campo visual dos olhos enfermos ou cansados.”

Gregos, subgregos, antigregos, toda a longa série dos homens tem-se debruçado sobre o poço, para ver sair a verdade, que não está lá. Gastaram cordas e caçambas; alguns mais afoitos desceram ao fundo e trouxeram um sapo. Eu fui diretamente ao mar. Venha para o Humanitismo.”

Ele não podia mostrar-se ressentido comigo, sem igualmente buscar a separação conjugal; teve então de simular a mesma ignorância de outrora, e, por dedução, iguais sentimentos.”

Morriam uns, nasciam outros: eu continuava às moscas.”

Leitor ignaro, se não guardas as cartas da juventude, não conhecerás um dia a filosofia das folhas velhas, não gostarás o prazer de ver-te, ao longe, na penumbra, com um chapéu de três bicos, botas de sete léguas e longas barbas assírias, a bailar ao som de uma gaita anacreôntica. Guarda as tuas cartas da juventude!”

Hércules não foi senão um símbolo antecipado do Humanitismo. Neste ponto Quincas Borba ponderou que o paganismo poderia ter chegado à verdade, se se não houvesse amesquinhado com a parte galante dos seus mitos.”

Imagina, por exemplo, que eu não tinha nascido, continuou o Quincas Borba; é positivo que não teria agora o prazer de conversar contigo, comer esta batata, ir ao teatro, e para tudo dizer numa só palavra: viver. Nota que eu não faço do homem um simples veículo de Humanitas; não, ele é ao mesmo tempo veículo, cocheiro e passageiro; ele é o próprio Humanitas reduzido; daí a necessidade de

adorar-se a si próprio. Queres uma prova da superioridade do meu sistema? Contempla a inveja. Não há moralista grego ou turco, cristão ou muçulmano, que não troveje contra o sentimento da inveja. O acordo é universal, desde os campos da Iduméia até o alto da Tijuca. Ora bem; abre mão dos velhos preconceitos, esquece as retóricas rafadas, e estuda a inveja, esse sentimento tão sutil e tão nobre. Sendo cada homem uma redução de Humanitas, é claro que nenhum homem é fundamentalmente oposto a outro homem, quaisquer que sejam as aparências contrárias. Assim, por exemplo, o algoz que executa o condenado pode excitar o vão clamor dos poetas; mas substancialmente é Humanitas que corrige em Humanitas uma infração da lei de Humanitas. O mesmo direi do indivíduo que estripa a outro; é uma manifestação da força de Humanitas. Nada obsta (e há exemplos) que ele seja igualmente estripado. Se entendeste bem, facilmente compreenderás que a inveja não é senão uma admiração que luta, e sendo a luta a grande função do gênero humano, todos os sentimentos belicosos são os mais adequados à sua felicidade. Daí vem que a inveja é uma virtude.

Quincas Borba leu-me daí a dias a sua grande obra. Eram quatro volumes manuscritos, de cem páginas cada um, com letra miúda e citações latinas. O último volume compunha-se de um tratado político, fundado no Humanitismo; era talvez a parte mais enfadonha do sistema, posto que concebida com um formidável rigor de lógica. Reorganizada a sociedade pelo método dele, nem por isso ficavam eliminadas a guerra, a insurreição, o simples murro, a facada anônima, a miséria, a fome, as doenças; mas sendo esses supostos flagelos verdadeiros equívocos do entendimento, porque não passariam de movimentos externos da substância interior, destinados a não influir sobre o homem, senão como simples quebra da monotonia universal, claro estava que a sua existência não impediria a felicidade humana.”

Se a idéia do emplasto me tem aparecido nesse tempo, quem sabe? não teria morrido logo e estaria célebre. Mas o emplasto não veio. Veio o desejo de agitar-me em alguma coisa, com alguma coisa e por alguma coisa.”

CAPÍTULO CXIX / PARÊNTESES

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Suporta-se com paciência a cólica do próximo.

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Matamos o tempo; o tempo nos enterra.

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Não se compreende que um botocudo fure o beiço para enfeitá-lo com um pedaço de pau. Esta reflexão é de um joalheiro.

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Não te irrites se te pagarem mal um benefício: antes cair das nuvens, que de um terceiro andar.”

Lavo inteiramente as mãos, concluiu ele.

Mas você achava outro dia que eu devia casar quanto antes…

Isso é outro negócio. Acho que é indispensável casar, principalmente tendo ambições políticas. Saiba que na política o celibato é uma remora. Agora, quanto à noiva, não posso ter voto, não quero, não devo, não é de minha honra. Parece-me que Sabina foi além, fazendo-lhe certas confidências, segundo me disse; mas em todo caso ela não é tia carnal de Nhã-loló, como eu. Olhe… mas não… não digo…

Diga.

Não; não digo nada.

a avareza é apenas a exageração de uma virtude e as virtudes devem ser como os orçamentos: melhor é o saldo que o déficit.”

O epitáfio diz tudo. Vale mais do que se lhes narrasse a moléstia de Nhã-loló [frô], a morte, o desespero da família, o enterro. Ficam sabendo que morreu; acrescentarei que foi por ocasião da primeira entrada da febre amarela. Não digo mais nada, a não ser que a acompanhei até o último jazigo, e me despedi triste, mas sem lágrimas. Concluí que talvez não a amasse deveras.”

Quincas Borba, porém, explicou-me que epidemias eram úteis à espécie, embora desastrosas para uma certa porção de indivíduos; fez-me notar que, por mais horrendo que fosse o espetáculo, havia uma vantagem de muito peso: a sobrevivência do maior número. Chegou a perguntar-me se, no meio do luto geral, não sentia eu algum secreto encanto em ter escapado às garras da peste; mas esta pergunta era tão insensata, que ficou sem resposta.”

Doze pessoas apenas, e três quartas partes amigos do Cotrim, acompanharam à cova o cadáver de sua querida filha. E ele fizera expedir 80 convites. Ponderei-lhe que as perdas eram tão gerais que bem se podia desculpar essa desatenção aparente. Damasceno abanava a cabeça de um modo incrédulo e triste.”

SÍNDROME DE NARUTO: “Era deputado, e vi a gravura turca, recostado na minha cadeira, entre um colega, que contava uma anedota, e outro, que tirava a lápis, nas costas de uma sobrecarta, o perfil de orador. O orador era o Lobo Neves. A onda da vida trouxe-nos à mesma praia, como duas botelhas de náufragos, ele contendo o seu ressentimento, eu devendo conter o meu remorso; e emprego esta forma suspensiva, dubitativa ou condicional, para o fim de dizer que efetivamente não continha nada, a não ser a ambição de ser ministro.”

CAPÍTULO CXXX / PARA INTERCALAR NO CAP. CXXIX”

ventriloquismo cerebral (perdoem-me os filólogos essa frase bárbara)”

as mulheres é que têm fama de indiscretas, e não quero acabar o livro sem retificar essa noção do espírito humano. Em pontos de aventura amorosa, achei homens que sorriam, ou negavam a custo, de um modo frio, monossilábico, etc., ao passo que as parceiras não davam por si, e jurariam aos Santos Evangelhos que era tudo uma calúnia. A razão desta diferença é que a mulher (salva a hipótese do capítulo 101 e outras) entrega-se por amor, ou seja o amor-paixão de Stendhal, ou o puramente físico de algumas damas romanas, por exemplo, ou polinésias, lapônias, cafres, e pode ser que outras raças civilizadas; mas o homem, — falo do homem de uma sociedade culta e elegante, — o homem conjuga a sua vaidade ao outro sentimento. Além disso (e refiro-me sempre aos casos defesos), a mulher, quando ama outro homem, parece-lhe que mente a um dever, e portanto tem de dissimular com arte maior, tem de refinar a aleivosia; ao passo que o homem, sentindo-se causa da infração e vencedor de outro homem, fica legitimamente orgulhoso, e logo passa a outro sentimento menos ríspido e menos secreto, — essa boa fatuidade, que é a transpiração luminosa do mérito.“a indiscrição das mulheres é uma burla inventada pelos homens; em amor, pelo menos, elas são um verdadeiro sepulcro.”

Perdem-se muita vez por desastradas, por inquietas, por não saberem resistir aos gestos, aos olhares; e é por isso que uma grande dama e fino espírito, a rainha de Navarra, empregou algures esta metáfora para dizer que toda a aventura amorosa vinha descobrir-se por força, mais tarde ou mais cedo: <Não há cachorrinho tão adestrado, que alfim lhe não ouçamos o latir>.”

E agora sinto que, se alguma dama tem seguido estas páginas, fecha o livro e não lê as restantes. Para ela extinguiu-se o interesse da minha vida, que era o amor. Cinqüenta anos! Não é ainda a invalidez, mas já não é a frescura. Venham mais dez, e eu entenderei o que um inglês dizia, entenderei que <coisa é não achar já quem se lembre de meus pais, e de que modo me há de encarar o próprio ESQUECIMENTO>.” “o estribeiro OBLIVION. Espetáculo, cujo fim é divertir o planeta Saturno, que anda muito aborrecido.”

CAPÍTULO CXXXVI / INUTlLIDADE

Mas, ou muito me engano, ou acabo de escrever um capítulo inútil.

CAPÍTULO CXXXVII / A BARRETINA

(…)”

– (…) Cinqüenta anos é a idade da ciência e do governo. Ânimo, Brás Cubas; não me sejas palerma. Que tens tu com essa sucessão de ruína a ruína ou de flor a flor? Trata de saborear a vida; e fica sabendo que a pior filosofia é a do choramigas que se deita à margem do rio para o fim de lastimar o curso incessante das águas. O ofício delas é não parar nunca; acomoda-te com a lei, e trata de aproveitá-la.

Nas paradas, ao sol, o excesso de calor produzido por elas podia ser fatal. Sendo certo que um dos preceitos de Hipócrates era trazer a cabeça fresca, parecia cruel obrigar um cidadão, por simples consideração de uniforme, a arriscar a saúde e a vida, e conseqüentemente o futuro da família. A Câmara e o governo deviam lembrar-se que a guarda nacional era o anteparo da liberdade e da independência, e que o cidadão, chamado a um serviço gratuito, freqüente e penoso, tinha direito a que se lhe diminuísse o ônus, decretando um uniforme leve e maneiro. Acrescia que a barretina, por seu peso, abatia a cabeça dos cidadãos, e a pátria precisava de cidadãos cuja fronte pudesse levantar-se altiva e serena diante do poder; e concluí com esta idéia: O chorão, que inclina os seus galhos para a terra, é árvore de cemitério; a palmeira, ereta e firme, é árvore do deserto, das praças e dos jardins. [BECKETT: ESPERANDO G.]

CAPÍTULO CXXXVIII / A UM CRÍTICO

Meu caro crítico,

Algumas páginas atrás, dizendo eu que tinha 50 anos, acrescentei: <Já se vai sentindo que o meu estilo não é tão lesto como nos primeiros dias>. Talvez aches esta frase incompreensível, sabendo-se o meu atual estado; mas eu chamo a tua atenção para a sutileza daquele pensamento. O que eu quero dizer não é que esteja agora mais velho do que quando comecei o livro. A morte não envelhece. Quero dizer, sim, que em cada fase da narração da minha vida experimento a sensação correspondente. Valha-me Deus! É preciso explicar tudo.”

Se a paixão do poder é a mais forte de todas, como alguns inculcam, imaginem o desespero, a dor, o abatimento do dia em que perdi a cadeira da Câmara dos Deputados. Iam-se-me as esperanças todas; terminava a carreira política. E notem que o Quincas Borba, por induções filosóficas que fez, achou que a minha ambição não era a paixão verdadeira do poder, mas um capricho, um desejo de folgar. Na opinião dele, este sentimento, não sendo mais profundo que o outro, amofina muito mais, porque orça pelo amor que as mulheres têm às rendas e toucados. Um Cromwell ou um Bonaparte, acrescentava ele, por isso mesmo que os queima a paixão do poder, lá chegam à fina força ou pela escada da direita, ou pela da esquerda. Não era assim o meu sentimento; este, não tendo em si a mesma força, não tem a mesma certeza do resultado; e daí a maior aflição, o maior desencanto, a maior tristeza.”

Vai para o diabo com o teu Humanitismo, interrompi-o; estou farto de filosofias que me não levam a coisa nenhuma.

Disse-me ele que eu não podia fugir ao combate; se me fechavam a tribuna, cumpria-me abrir um jornal. Chegou a usar uma expressão menos elevada, mostrando assim que a língua filosófica podia, uma ou outra vez, retemperar-se no calão do povo.”

Vais compreender que eu só te disse a verdade. Pascal é um dos meus avôs espirituais; e, conquanto a minha filosofia valha mais que a dele, não posso negar que era um grande homem. Ora, que diz ele nesta página? — E, chapéu na cabeça, bengala sobraçada, apontava o lugar com o dedo. — Que diz ele? Diz que o homem tem “uma grande vantagem sobre o resto do universo: sabe que morre, ao passo que o universo ignora-o absolutamente”. Vês? Logo, o homem que disputa o osso a um cão tem sobre este a grande vantagem de saber que tem fome; e é isto que torna grandiosa a luta, como eu dizia. “Sabe que morre” é uma expressão profunda; creio todavia que é mais profunda a minha expressão: sabe que tem fome. Porquanto o fato da morte limita, por assim dizer, o entendimento humano; a consciência da extinção dura um breve instante e acaba para nunca mais, ao passo que a fome tem a vantagem de voltar, de prolongar o estado consciente. Parece-me (se não vai nisso alguma imodéstia) que a fórmula de Pascal é inferior à minha, sem todavia deixar de ser um grande pensamento, e Pascal um grande homem.

as guerras de Napoleão e uma contenda de cabras eram, segundo a nossa doutrina, a mesma sublimidade, com a diferença que os soldados de Napoleão sabiam que morriam, coisa que aparentemente não acontece às cabras. Ora, eu não fazia mais do que aplicar às circunstâncias a nossa fórmula filosófica: Humanitas queria substituir Humanitas para consolação de Humanitas.”

– Ora adeus! concluiu; nem todos os problemas valem cinco minutos de atenção. (…) Supõe que tens apertado em demasia o cós das calças; para fazer cessar o incômodo, desabotoas o cós, respiras, saboreias um instante de gozo, o organismo torna à indiferença, e não te lembras dos teus dedos que praticaram o ato. Não havendo nada que perdure, é natural que a memória se esvaeça, porque ela não é uma planta aérea, precisa de chão. A esperança de outros favores, é certo, conserva sempre no beneficiado a lembrança do primeiro; mas este fato, aliás um dos mais sublimes que a filosofia pode achar em seu caminho, explica-se pela memória da privação, ou, usando de outra fórmula, pela privação continuada na memória, que repercute a dor passada e aconselha a precaução do remédio oportuno. Não digo que, ainda sem esta circunstância, não aconteça, algumas vezes, persistir a memória do obséquio, acompanhada de certa afeição mais ou menos intensa; mas são verdadeiras aberrações, sem nenhum valor aos olhos de um filósofo.

Erasmo, que no seu Elogio da Sandice escreveu algumas coisas boas, chamou a atenção para a complacência com que dois burros se coçam um ao outro. Estou longe de rejeitar essa observação de Erasmo; mas direi o que ele não disse, a saber que se um dos burros coçar melhor o outro, esse há de ter nos olhos algum indício especial de satisfação. Por que é que uma mulher bonita olha muitas vezes para o espelho, senão porque se acha bonita, e porque isso lhe dá certa superioridade sobre uma multidão de outras mulheres menos bonitas ou absolutamente feias?”

Há em cada empresa, afeição ou idade um ciclo inteiro da vida humana. O primeiro número do meu jornal encheu-me a alma de uma vasta aurora, coroou-me de verduras, restituiu-me a lepidez da mocidade. Seis meses depois batia a hora da velhice, e daí a duas semanas a da morte, que foi clandestina, como a de D. Plácida.”

PELOS ANÉIS DE SATURNO: “No momento em que eu terminava o meu movimento de rotação, concluía Lobo Neves o seu movimento de translação. Morria com o pé na escada ministerial. Correu ao menos durante algumas semanas, que ele ia ser ministro; e pois que o boato me encheu de muita irritação e inveja, não é impossível que a notícia da morte me deixasse alguma tranqüilidade, alívio, e um ou dois minutos de prazer. Prazer é muito, mas é verdade; juro aos séculos que é a pura verdade.”

Virgília traíra o marido, com sinceridade, e agora chorava-o com sinceridade. Eis uma combinação difícil que não pude fazer em todo o trajeto; em casa, porém, apeando-me do carro, suspeitei que a combinação era possível, e até fácil. Meiga Natura! A taxa da dor é como a moeda de Vespasiano; não cheira à origem, e tanto se colhe do mal como do bem. A moral repreenderá, porventura, a minha cúmplice; é o que te não importa, implacável amiga, uma vez que lhe recebeste pontualmente as lágrimas. Meiga, três vezes Meiga Natura!

Dormi, sonhei que era nababo, e acordei com a idéia de ser nababo. Eu gostava, às vezes, de imaginar esses contrastes de região, estado e credo. Alguns dias antes tinha pensado na hipótese de uma revolução social, religiosa e política, que transferisse o arcebispo de Cantuária a simples coletor de Petrópolis, e fiz longos cálculos para saber se o coletor eliminaria o arcebispo, ou se o arcebispo rejeitaria o coletor, ou que porção de arcebispo pode jazer num coletor, ou que soma de coletor pode combinar com um arcebispo, etc. Questões insolúveis, aparentemente, mas na realidade perfeitamente solúveis, desde que se atenda que pode haver num arcebispo dois arcebispos, — o da bula e o outro. Está dito, vou ser nababo.”

E vede se há algum fundamento na crença popular de que os filósofos são homens alheios às coisas mínimas. No dia seguinte, mandou-me o Quincas Borba um alienista. Conhecia-o, fiquei aterrado. Ele, porém, houve-se com a maior delicadeza e habilidade, despedindo-se tão alegremente que me animou a perguntar-lhe se deveras me não achava doido.

Não, disse ele sorrindo; raros homens terão tanto juízo como o senhor.

Então o Quincas Borba enganou-se?

Redondamente. E depois: — Ao contrário, se é amigo dele… peço-lhe que o distraia… que…

Justos céus! Parece-lhe?… Um homem de tamanho espírito, um filósofo!

Não importa, a loucura entra em todas as casas.”

Há de lembrar-se, disse-me o alienista, daquele famoso maníaco ateniense, que supunha que todos os navios entrados no Pireu eram de sua propriedade. Não passava de um pobretão, que talvez não tivesse, para dormir, a cuba de Diógenes; mas a posse imaginária dos navios valia por todas as dracmas da Hélade. Ora bem, há em todos nós um maníaco de Atenas; e quem jurar que não possuiu alguma vez, mentalmente, dois ou três patachos, pelo menos, pode crer que jura falso.

Com efeito, era impossível crer que um homem tão profundo chegasse à demência; foi o que lhe disse após o meu abraço, denunciando-lhe a suspeita do alienista. Não posso descrever a impressão que lhe fez a denúncia; lembra-me que ele estremeceu e ficou muito pálido.”

a solidão pesava-me, e a vida era para mim a pior das fadigas, que é a fadiga sem trabalho.

O cristianismo é bom para as mulheres e os mendigos, e as outras religiões não valem mais do que essa: orçam todas pela mesma vulgaridade ou fraqueza. O paraíso cristão é um digno êmulo do paraíso muçulmano; e quanto ao nirvana de Buda não passa de uma concepção de paralíticos. Verás o que é a religião humanística. A absorção final, a fase contrativa, é a reconstituição da substância, não o seu aniquilamento, etc. Vai aonde te chamam; não esqueças, porém, que és o meu califa.”

Vinha demente. Contou-me que, para o fim de aperfeiçoar o Humanitismo, queimara o manuscrito todo e ia recomeçá-lo. A parte dogmática ficava completa, embora não escrita; era a verdadeira religião do futuro.” “Quincas Borba não só estava louco, mas sabia que estava louco, e esse resto de consciência, como uma frouxa lamparina no meio das trevas, complicava muito o horror da situação. Sabia-o, e não se irritava contra o mal; ao contrário, dizia-me que era ainda uma prova de Humanitas, que assim brincava consigo mesmo. Recitava-me longos capítulos do livro, e antífonas, e litanias espirituais; chegou até a reproduzir uma dança sacra que inventara para as cerimônias do Humanitismo. A graça lúgubre com que ele levantava e sacudia as pernas era singularmente fantástica. Outras vezes amuava-se a um canto, com os olhos fitos no ar, uns olhos em que, de longe em longe, fulgurava um raio persistente da razão, triste como uma lágrima…”

Entre a morte do Quincas Borba e a minha, mediaram os sucessos narrados na primeira parte do livro. O principal deles foi a invenção do emplasto Brás Cubas, que morreu comigo, por causa da moléstia que apanhei. Divino emplasto, tu me darias o primeiro lugar entre os homens, acima da ciência e da riqueza, porque eras a genuína e direta inspiração do Céu. O caso determinou o contrário; e aí vos ficais eternamente hipocondríacos.”

L’ENCYCLOPÉDIE – AM – compilado (1)

* AMANUS, s. m. (Myth.) Dieu des anciens Perses. C’étoit, à ce qu’on croit, ou le soleil ou le feu perpétuel qui en étoit une image. Tous les jours les Mages alloient dans son temple chanter leurs hymnes pendant une heure devant le feu sacré, tenant de la vervaine en main [planta medicinal], & la tête couronnée de tiares dont les bandelettes [bandagens] leur tomboient sur les joues.”

Não há fogo sagrado que não seja apagado por um temporal.

AMAUTAS, s. m. (Hist. mod.) Philosophes du Pérou sous le regne des Incas. On croit que ce fut l’Inca Roca qui fonda le premier des écoles à Cusco, afin que les Amautas y enseignassent les Sciences aux Princes & aux Gentils-hommes; car il croyoit que la science ne devoit être que pour la Noblesse. Le devoir des Amautas étoit d’apprendre à leurs disciples les cérémonies & les préceptes de leur religion; la raison, le fondement & l’explication des lois; la politique & l’Art Militaire; l’Histoire & la Chronologie; la Poësie même, la Philosophie, la Musique & l’Astrologie. Les Amautas composoient des comédies & des tragédies qu’ils représentoient devant leurs Rois & les Seigneurs de la Cour aux fêtes solemnelles. Les sujets de leurs tragédies étoient des actions militaires, les triomphes de leurs Rois ou d’autres hommes illustres. Dans les comédies ils parloient de l’agriculture, des affaires domestiques, & des divers évenemens de la vie humaine. On n’y remarquoit rien d’obscene ni de rampant; tout au contraire y étoit grave, sententieux, conforme aux bonnes moeurs & à la vertu. Les acteurs étoient des personnes qualifiées; & quand la piece étoit joüée, ils venoient reprendre leur place dans l’assemblée, chacun selon sa dignité. Ceux qui avoient le mieux réussi dans leur rôle recevoient pour prix des joyaux ou d’autres présens considérables. La poësie des Amautas étoit composée de grands & de petits vers où ils observoient la mesure des syllabes. On dit néanmoins qu’au tems de la conquête des Espagnols ils n’avoient pas encore l’usage de l’écriture, & qu’ils se servoient de signes ou d’instrumens sensibles pour exprimer ce qu’ils entendoient dans les Sciences qu’ils enseignoient. Garcilasso de la Vega, Hist. des Incas, liv. II. & IV.

AMAZONE, s. f. (Hist. anc.) femme courageuse & hardie, capable de grands exploits.

Amazone, dans un sens plus particulier, est le nom d’une nation ancienne de femmes guerrieres, qui, dit-on, fonderent un Empire dans l’Asie mineure, près du Thermodon, le long des côtes de la mer Noire.

Il n’y avoit point d’hommes parmi elles; pour la propagation de leur espece, elles alloient chercher des étrangers; elles tuoient tous les enfans mâles qui leur naissoient, & retranchoient aux filles la mammelle droite pour les rendre plus propres à tirer de l’arc. C’est de cette circonstance qu’elles furent appellées Amazones, mot composé d’<A> privatif, & de MAO, mammelle, comme qui diroit sans mammelle, ou privées d’une mammelle.

Não havia homens entre elas; para a propagação da espécie elas procuravam estrangeiros; elas matavam todas as crianças macho que lhes nasciam, e decepavam nas mulheres a mama direita para torná-las mais aptas no exercício do tiro de arco. Provém dessa circunstância o chamarem-nas Amazonas, palavra composta do ‘A’ privativo, e de MAO, mama, como que dizendo sem mamas, ou privadas de uma das mamas.

Les Auteurs ne sont pas tous d’accord qu’il y ait eu réellement une nation d’Amazones. Strabon, Paléphate, & plusieurs autres le nient formellement: mais Hérodote, Pausanias, Diodore de Sicile, Trogue Pompée, Justin, Pline, Pomponius Mela, Plutarque, & plusieurs autres, l’assurent positivement. Hippocrate dit qu’il y avoit une loi chez elles, qui condamnoit les filles à demeurer vierges, jusqu’à ce qu’elles eussent tué trois des ennemis de l’État. Il ajoûte que la raison pour laquelle elles amputoient la mammelle droite à leurs filles, c’étoit afin que le bras de ce côté-là profitât davantage, & devînt plus fort.

Quelques Auteurs disent qu’elles ne tuoient pas leurs enfans mâles; qu’elles ne faisoient que leur tordre les jambes, pour empêcher qu’ils ne prétendissent un jour se rendre les maîtres.

M. Petit Medecin de Paris, a publié en 1681, une dissertation latine, pour prouver qu’il y a eu réellement une nation d’Amazones; cette dissertation contient quantité de remarques curieuses & intéressantes sur leur maniere de s’habiller, leurs armes, & les villes qu’elles ont fondées. Dans les médailles le buste des Amazones est ordinairement armé d’une petite hache d’armes appellée bipennis, ou securis, qu’elles portoient sur l’épaule, avec un petit bouclier en croissant que les Latins appelloient pelta, à leur bras gauche: c’est ce qui a fait dire à Ovide, de Ponto.

Non tibi amazonia est pro me sumenda securis, Aut excisa levi pelta gerenda manu.

Des Géographes & voyageurs modernes prétendent qu’il y a encore dans quelques endroits des Amazones. Le P. Jean de Los Sanctos, Capucin Portugais, dans sa description de l’Éthiopie, dit qu’il y a en Afrique une République d’Amazones; & AEnéas Sylvius rapporte qu’on a vû subsister en Boheme pendant 9 ans, une République d’Amazones fondée par le courage d’une fille nommée Valasca [Popazuda].”

AMAZONES. riviere des Amazones; elle traverse toute l’Amérique méridionale d’occident en orient, & passe pour le plus grand fleuve du monde. On croît communément que le premier Européen qui l’a reconnu fut François d’Orellana, Espagnol; ce qui a fait nommer cette riviere par quelques-uns Orellana: mais avant lui, elle étoit connue sous le nom de Maranon (qu’on prononce Maragnon) nom qu’elle avoit reçû, à ce qu’on croit, d’un autre Capitaine Espagnol ainsi appellé. Orellana dans sa relation dit avoir vû en descendant cette riviere, quelques femmes armées dont un cacique Indien lui avoit dit de se défier: c’est ce qui l’a fait appeller riviere des Amazones.

La carte très-défectueuse du cours de la riviere des Amazones dressée par Sanson sur la relation purement historique d’un voyage de cette riviere que fit Texeira, accompagné du P. d’Acunha Jésuite, a été copiée par un grand nombre de Géographes, & on n’en a pas eû de meilleure jusqu’en 1717 qu’on en publia une du P. Fritz Jésuite, dans les lettres édifiantes & curieuses.

Enfin M. de la Condamine, de l’Académie Royale des Sciences, a parcouru toute cette riviere en 1743; & ce voyage long, pénible, & dangereux, nous a valu une nouvelle carte de cette riviere plus exacte que toutes celles qui avoient précédé. Le célebre Académicien que nous venons de nommer a publié une relation de ce voyage très-curieuse & très-bien écrite, qui a été aussi insérée dans le volume de l’Académie Royale des Sciences pour 1745. Nous y renvoyons nos Lecteurs, que nous exhortons fort à la lire. M. de la Condamine dit qu’il n’a point vû dans tout ce voyage d’Amazones, ni rien qui leur ressemble; il paroît même porté à croire qu’elles ne subsistent plus aujourd’hui; mais en rassemblant les témoignages, il croit assez probable qu’il y a eu en Amérique des Amazones, c’est-à-dire une société de femmes qui vivoient sans avoir de commerce [bom eufemismo!] habituel avec les hommes.”

AMAZONIUS, nom donné au mois de Décembre par les flateurs de l’Empereur Commode, en l’honneur d’une courtisanne qu’il aimoit éperdument, & qu’il avoit fait peindre en Amazone: ce Prince par la même raison prit aussi le surnom d’Amazonius.” Êta amor mais brega!

AMBA. Manga!

AMBAGES, s. m. (Belles-Lettres.) mot purement Latin adopté dans plusieurs langues, pour signifier un amas confus de paroles obscures & entortillées dont on a peine à démêler le sens; ou un long verbiage [verborragia], qui, loin d’éclaircir les choses dont il s’agit, ne sert qu’à les embrouiller. V. Circonlocution.

encyclopedie AMbaiba

* AMBAIBA [foto], arbre qui croît au Brésil; il est très-élevé; son écorce ressemble à celle du figuier; elle couvre une peau mince, épaisse, verte & gluante; son bois est blanc, comme celui du bouleau, mais plus doux & plus facile à rompre; son tronc est de grosseur ordinaire, mais creux depuis la racine jusqu’au sommet; sa feuille est portée sur un pédicule épais, long de deux ou trois piés, d’un rouge foncé en dehors, & spongieux au-dedans; elle est large, ronde, découpée en neuf ou dix lanieres, & chaque laniere a sa côte, d’où partent des nervures en grand-nombre; elle est verte en dessus, cendrés en dessous, & bordée d’une ligne grisârre; le haut du creux donne une espece de moelle que les Negres mettent sur leurs blessures; les fleurs sortent de la partie supérieure du tronc, & pendent à un pédicule fort court, au nombre de 4 ou 5; leur forme est cylindrique; elles ont 7 à 9 pouces de long, sur un pouce d’épaisseur; leur cavité est pleine de duvet; il y a aussi des amandes [amêndoas] qui sont bonnes à manger, quand les fleurs sont tombées; les habitans du Brésil font du feu avec sa racine seche sans caillou ni acier [sem aço nem pedra]; ils pratiquent un petit trou; ils sichent dans ce trou un morceau de bois dur & pointu qu’ils agitent avec beaucoup de vitesse; le bois percé est sous leurs piés, & le bois pointu est perpendiculaire entre leurs jambes: l’agitation suffit pour allumer l’écorce.

On attribue à sa racine, à son écorce, à sa moelle, à sa feuille, au suc de ses rejettons, une si grande quantité de propriétés, que les hommes ne devroient point mourir dans un pays où il y auroit une douzaine de plantes de cette espece, si on en savoit faire usage. Mais je ne doute point que ceux qui habitent ces contrées éloignées ne portent le même jugement de nos plantes & de nous, quand ils lisent les vertus merveilleuses que nous leur attribuons [muito bem-percebido].

AMBASSADE. (…) L’histoire nous parle aussi d’ambassadrices; Mme la Maréchale de Guebriant a été, comme dit Wicquefort, la premiere femme, & peut-être la seule, qui ait été envoyée par aucune Cour de l’Europe en qualité d’ambassadrice. Matth. liv. IV. Vie d’Henri IV. dit que le Roi de Perse envoya une Dame de sa Cour en ambassade vers le Grand Seigneur pendant les troubles de l’Empire.”

AMBASSADEUR. (…) Ils croient donc que chez les Barbares qui inonderent l’Europe, ambascia signifioit le discours d’un homme qui s’humilie ou s’abaisse devant un autre, & qu’il vient de la même racine qu’abaisser, c’est-à-dire de an ou am & de bas.

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Les ambassadeurs ordinaires sont d’institution moderne; ils étoient inconnus il y a 200 ans: avant ce tems-là tous les ambassadeurs étoient extraordinaires, & se retiroient sitôt qu’ils avoient achevé l’affaire qu’ils avoient à négocier. (…) A la vérité il n’y a nulle différence essentielle entre ambassadeur ordinaire & ambassadeur extraordinaire [ambos são perfeitamente inúteis]”

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Le nom d’ambassadeur, dit Ciceron, est sacré & inviolable: non modo inter sociorum jura, sed etiam inter hostium tela incolume versatur. In Verr. Orat. VI. Nous lisons que David fit la guerre aux Ammonites pour venger l’injure faite à ses ambassadeurs, liv. II. Rois, 10. Alexandre fit passer au fil de l’épée les habitans de Tyr, pour avoir insulté ses ambassadeurs. La jeunesse de Rome ayant outragé les ambassadeurs de Vallonne [?], sut [fut?] livrée entre leurs mains pour les en punir à discrétion.

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Dans toutes les autres Cours de l’Europe l’ambassadeur de France a le pas sur celui d’Espagne, comme cette Couronne le reconnut publiquement au mois de Mai 1662, dans l’audience que le Roi Louis XIV donna à l’ambassadeur d’Espagne, qui, en présence de 27 autres tant ambassadeurs que, envoyés des Princes, protesta que le Roi son maître ne disputeroit jamais le pas à la France. Ce fut en réparation de l’insulte faite à Londres l’année précédente par le Baron de Batteville, ambassadeur d’Espagne, au Comte d’Estrades, ambassadeur de France: on frappa à cette occasion une médaille.”

AMBIDEXTRE. “Hippocrate dans ses Aphorismes prétend qu’il n’y a point de femme ambidextre: plusieurs Modernes cependant soûtiennent le contraire, & citent des exemples en faveur de leur sentiment: mais s’il y a des femmes ambidextres, il faut avoüer du moins qu’il y en a beaucoup moins que d’hommes.”

AMBLYOPIE, s. f. est une offuscation ou un obscurcissement de la vûe, qui empêche de distinguer clairement l’objet, à quelque distance qu’il soit placé. Cette incommodité vient d’une obstruction imparfaite des nerfs optiques, d’une suffusion légere, du défaut ou de l’épaisseur des esprits, &c. Quelques-uns comptent 4 espèces d’amblyopies; savoir, la myopie, la presbytie, la nyctalopie, & l’amaurosis. Voyez chacune à son article. Blanchard. (N)

AMBRE-GRIS. “autrefois l’ambre étoit à la mode en France: combien ne voit-on pas encore de coupes, de vases & d’autres ouvrages faits de cette matiere avec un travail infini? mais les métaux précieux, les pierres fines & les pierreries l’ont emporté sur l’ambre-jaune dès qu’ils ont été assez communs pour fournir à notre luxe.”

AMBROSIA, nom que les Grecs donnoient à une fête que l’on célebroit à Rome le 24 Novembre en l’honneur de Bacchus. Romulus l’avoit instituée, & les Romains l’appelloient brumalia.”

AMBROSIE, s. f. dans la Théologie des payens, étoit le mets dont ils supposoient que leurs dieux se nourrissoient. Voyez Dieu & Autel. Ce mot est composé d’A’ privatif & de BROTO\, mortel; ou parce que l’ambrosie rendoit immortels ceux qui en mangeoient, ou parce qu’elle étoit mangée par des immortels.”

AS AFINIDADES ELETIVAS

Tradução de Tercio Redondo (Companhia das Letras)

Schiller, que tinha de se esforçar muito para escrever poesia, deixou registrado seu espanto com a facilidade com que Goethe era capaz de desfiar poemas em todo e qualquer formato, sem nenhum tipo de esforço ou preparação: se quisesse, podia falar poesia como outros homens falam blocos de prosa; era uma capacidade obviamente inata, no sentido de que compor música era inato em Mozart. Seus sonetos para Fräulein Herzlieb são, como se poderia esperar, imitações perfeitas do modelo italiano: ritmo de fluência fácil, rimas sem esforço, cada poema sendo o veículo de uma ideia levemente engenhosa.”

a própria ação não é realista, ela avança de uma forma mais ordenada do que a vida cotidiana ou a vida cotidiana em um romance, há uma simetria de ação estranha à realidade e, com frequência, a conclusão é prefigurada, de modo que há um sentido de inevitabilidade nela; por fim, há sempre um narrador explícito ou implícito, supõe-se que a história seja algo que ele viveu ou ouviu falar, e não uma coisa que inventou, sua função é reproduzir um evento real como uma obra de arte consciente, de tal modo que exiba um grau mais elevado de talento artístico e artificialidade do que se encontra normalmente em um romance. Essas <regras> não foram obviamente criadas com antecedência, mas extraídas da prática dos escritores alemães.” “E o motivo de enfatizar esse fato é alertar o leitor com antecedência para o tipo de narrativa que encontrará, de modo que, quando descobrir que ela não se desenvolve como um romance costuma fazer, não sinta algum desconforto ou suponha que a obra seja uma tentativa frustrada de uma forma literária que, na verdade, ela nunca pretendeu ser.”

sabemos apenas seus prenomes (Eduard, Ottilie, Charlotte), ou títulos (o capitão, o conde, a baronesa), ou profissão (o professor, o arquiteto, o jardineiro), ou, em um caso, um sobrenome irônico (Mittler — Mediador); o cenário não é realista, e os lugares em que a ação ocorre (a mansão, a aldeia, a cabana coberta de musgo, o pavilhão, o parque etc.) também possuem uma função simbólica; a própria ação não é realista, contém elementos não suscetíveis de explicação racional, e avança de uma forma mais ordenada e simétrica do que seria de esperar em um romance. E o mais importante é que não é narrada diretamente pelo autor, mas por um narrador que também é um personagem inventado, embora nunca apareça.”

Wahlverwandtschaft era um termo técnico de química do século XVIII, a tradução alemã de uma criação do químico sueco Torbern Olof Bergmann (1735-84), no título de seu livro De attractionibus electivis (1775), traduzido para o alemão por Heinrich Tabor em 1785. A expressão em inglês (e em português) <afinidade eletiva> está muito mais próxima do original em latim do que a tradução alemã e, embora não seja autoexplicativa, provavelmente não pode ser melhorada. Seu significado é descrito no quarto capítulo da primeira parte de As afinidades eletivas e não precisa ser repetido. O que devemos ressaltar aqui é o seu caráter extraordinário como título de uma obra de ficção. É como se um romancista contemporâneo chamasse seu livro de O princípio da verificabilidade ou E igual a MC ao quadrado. As conotações emocionais e românticas que o termo adquiriu depois derivaram do romance ao qual dava título: na época da publicação da obra, Wahlverwandtschaft era um termo usado unicamente em química.

(Prefácio de Hollingdale)

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em certos casos é necessário e mesmo gentil preferir nada escrever a não escrever.”

Mas quem afinal é tão educado que já não tenha, de modo cruel, imposto sua superioridade sobre os outros? E quem é tão altivo que já não tenha padecido frente a tamanha opressão?”

Aqueles que são supersticiosos em relação ao significado dos nomes afirmam que o patronímico Mittler levou-o a abraçar esta que é a mais curiosa das vocações.”

Pensam que fui posto no mundo para dar conselhos? Esse é o ofício mais estúpido que alguém pode exercer. Aconselhe-se cada qual consigo mesmo e faça o que tem de ser feito. Tendo bom êxito, que se alegre com sua sabedoria e felicidade; advindo-lhe, porém, o mal, estarei às ordens. Aquele que quer se livrar de um mal, sempre sabe o que quer; aquele que deseja ter mais do que tem, está totalmente cego”

Acolham os amigos, deixem-nos de lado: é tudo a mesma coisa! Já vi fracassar o mais racional dos projetos e prosperar o mais canhestro deles.”

Eduard era menos hábil na flauta, pois, mesmo que por vezes se aplicasse com afinco ao estudo do instrumento, não era dotado da paciência e da perseverança necessárias à formação desse tipo de talento.”

Eduard cultivava com prazer o hábito da leitura em voz alta; surgiam assim oportunidades ocasionais e muito bem-vindas de se ouvir algo a respeito. Ele era dono de uma voz grave e bastante agradável, e no passado tornara-se famoso e benquisto em virtude da leitura cheia de verve e sentimento que fazia de obras poéticas e retóricas. Agora eram outros os temas que o interessavam, outros os escritos que declamava, e havia algum tempo trazia a seus ouvintes tratados de física e química e obras de caráter técnico.

Uma de suas idiossincrasias, partilhada certamente com outras pessoas, era a aversão que sentia quando alguém punha os olhos na página que estava a ler. No passado, durante a leitura pública de poemas, dramas e narrativas, esse zelo fôra a conseqüência natural da intenção do leitor — assim como do poeta, do ator e do narrador — de surpreender, estabelecer pausas e criar o suspense; daí o mal-estar gerado por um olhar bisbilhoteiro, que prejudicava o efeito buscado na declamação. Por isso, nessas ocasiões, Eduard sempre procurara ocupar um lugar em que não houvesse ninguém a suas costas. Agora, num grupo de apenas três pessoas, a precaução era ociosa, pois não se buscava exaltar os sentimentos nem estimular a fantasia; assim, ele não se cercava de cuidados em relação à curiosidade alheia.”

– Quando alguém põe os olhos na página que leio, sinto-me como que partido em dois pedaços”

– Você há de perdoar meu erro ao se inteirar do que se passou comigo. Ouvi durante a leitura a menção a afinidades e, nesse instante, lembrei-me de meus parentes, de alguns primos que ora ocupam meu pensamento. Em seguida minha atenção retorna à leitura; percebo que se fala de coisas absolutamente inanimadas e olho para o livro a fim de me reorientar

– Obviamente, trata-se apenas de terra e minerais, mas o homem é um completo Narciso; vê sua imagem refletida por toda parte e pretende ser a medida de todas as coisas.”

É muito ruim que não possamos mais aprender as coisas para a vida toda, disse Eduard. Nossos antepassados atinham-se às lições aprendidas na juventude; nós, porém, temos de reaprender tudo a cada cinco anos se não quisermos ficar obsoletos.”

Os álcalis e os ácidos antagonizam-se, mas apesar disso, ou talvez por isso mesmo, procuram-se avidamente e se apegam, modificam-se e formam um novo corpo, revelando sua afinidade de maneira suficientemente clara. Pensemos na cal, que exprime grande inclinação por todos os ácidos, uma verdadeira compulsão à união!”

– …as afinidades se tornam realmente interessantes quando produzem separações e divórcios.”

– Quer dizer, exclamou Charlotte, que essa triste palavra, infelizmente a cada dia mais pronunciada, é empregada também no domínio das ciências naturais?

– Decerto!, respondeu Eduard; no passado os químicos recebiam o título honorífico de artífice das separações.”

o emprego do termo afinidade eletiva está justificado, pois temos a impressão de que uma relação foi realmente favorecida, de que houve uma escolha em detrimento de outra.”

A ocasião determina a relação, do mesmo modo que ela faz o ladrão.”

Conversas metafóricas são gentis e divertidas; afinal, quem não gosta de se entreter com analogias? O homem, contudo, está num patamar superior em relação aos elementos.”

Esses casos são os mais significativos e curiosos; por meio deles podemos expor os estados de atração, afinidade, abandono e união entrecruzados no ponto em que um par de seres unidos entra em contato com outro par; os seres de ambos os pares abandonam então a prévia unidade e iniciam uma nova ligação. No ato de se deixar levar e no de apanhar, no de fugir e no de estar à procura, acreditamos vislumbrar uma determinação mais elevada; imputamos a esses seres uma espécie de vontade e escolha e tomamos por justificado o uso do termo científico afinidades eletivas.”

assim que eu puder realizar o experimento, tudo se tornará mais claro e compreensível.”

se, por meio de sua maravilhosa cor, a esmeralda faz bem à vista e chega mesmo a possuir algum poder de cura sobre esse nobre sentido, a beleza humana exerce uma influência ainda maior sobre os sentidos internos e externos. Aquele que a contempla não é atingido por nenhum sopro malfazejo; sente-se conciliado consigo mesmo e com o mundo.”

Ninguém ouvia seus passos, tão suave era o modo como chegava.”

Como é difícil para o homem ponderar com equilíbrio o sacrifício que se exige para a conquista de algo; como é difícil desejar os fins sem poder recusar os meios! Muitos confundem o meio e o fim, alegram-se com o primeiro esquecendo-se do segundo.”

DA HOSPITALIDADE NO ESTRANGEIRO: “Em tudo, devemos ser ponderados e constantes, na benevolência inclusive. Um óbolo demasiadamente generoso atrai mendigos em vez de despachá-los. Numa viagem, pelo contrário, quando estamos de passagem, surgimos diante de um pobre na forma eventual de um acaso feliz e podemos favorecê-lo com um donativo surpreendente.”

No trabalho sói acontecer o mesmo que na dança: parceiros que logram manter o mesmo passo tornam-se imprescindíveis; nasce então um sentimento de bem-estar que é partilhado por ambos os dançarinos. Desde que se aproximara do capitão, Charlotte passara a apreciá-lo, e um sinal indubitável dessa afeição era o fato de admitir a destruição de um retiro que ela, no início das obras, planejara e construíra com todo cuidado, e que, no entanto, contrariava os planos do amigo. Ela aquiescia a seu desejo, sem provar o menor desconforto.”

quando ele olhava para cima e via Ottilie avançando com desembaraço, sem demonstrar medo ou hesitação, saltando de uma pedra a outra e exibindo o mais perfeito equilíbrio, acreditava contemplar um ente celestial que pairava sobre ele. E quando, em trechos mais difíceis, ela tomava a mão que ele lhe estendia e se apoiava sobre seu ombro, ele não podia negar que jamais fora tocado por uma figura feminina tão delicada. Chegou a desejar que ela tropeçasse e escorregasse, de modo que pudesse tomá-la nos braços e aninhá-la em seu peito.”

Esse era provavelmente o mais belo par de mãos que se houveram juntado. Ele sentia que uma pedra se lhe desprendia do coração; ruía um muro que os separava.”

Não somos, afinal, capazes de fazer um longo passeio apenas para tomar um café, para comer um prato de peixe que em casa não tem o sabor que desejamos?”

O capitão e Charlotte observaram em silêncio esse feito inesperado, mantendo aquele sentimento que temos ao contemplar certas ações infantis que, em virtude das consequências que podem acarretar, não aprovamos mas também não censuramos, chegando até mesmo a invejá-las.”

E assim, de um gole, ele esvaziou uma taça de cristal finamente lavrado e o arremessou para o alto, pois o ato de quebrar o copo em que se bebeu num momento de bonança caracteriza o estado da suprema felicidade.”

Há quanto tempo?, perguntou Ottilie. Foram plantadas mais ou menos à época em que você veio ao mundo. Sim, cara menina, no tempo em que você estava no berço eu já me punha a plantar.

Falou-se em francês a fim de excluir os criados da conversa e divagou-se com maliciosa satisfação sobre relacionamentos mundanos envolvendo tanto a gente da alta classe quanto os remediados.”

Na comédia vemos o casamento como um desejo adiado por uma série de empecilhos que surgem a cada ato; no momento em que ele se realiza, fecham-se as cortinas e essa momentânea satisfação ecoa em nosso íntimo. Na vida as coisas acontecem de outro modo; a encenação continua e, quando as cortinas se abrem novamente, não queremos ver nem ouvir mais nada.”

em meio a um mundo tão movimentado, essa decidida e eterna duração na vida conjugal é um arranjo que se revela canhestro. Um de meus amigos, cujo bom humor sobressai pela proposição de novas leis, afirmou certa feita que todo casamento deveria encerrar um contrato de apenas cinco anos. Dizia que esse era um belo e sagrado número ímpar, que esse lapso de tempo era suficiente para que as pessoas se conhecessem, tivessem alguns filhos, se desentendessem e — o que é bonito nessa história — se reconciliassem. Ele costumava exclamar: <Como seria bela a primeira fase! Pelo menos dois, três anos transcorreriam de modo aprazível. Uma das partes desejaria então que a relação se prolongasse; a amabilidade cresceria à medida que se aproximasse o termo do contrato. A parte indiferente ou, quem sabe, insatisfeita, se tranquilizaria e se sentiria atraída por esse comportamento. As duas pessoas envolvidas se esqueceriam do tempo, como sói acontecer quando se está em boa companhia, e se surpreenderiam agradavelmente ao notar que o prazo estipulado de início fora imperceptivelmente estendido>.

Por mais galante e divertido que soasse o comentário, e por mais que se pudesse atribuir ao gracejo um profundo significado moral — como Charlotte bem podia perceber —, opiniões como essa incomodavam, sobretudo por causa de Ottilie. Charlotte sabia que nada era tão perigoso quanto a conversação demasiado livre, que trata de uma situação digna de punição ou, ao menos, de alguma censura, como se fosse algo comum, usual e até mesmo louvável; e certamente isso implicava tudo aquilo que dizia respeito aos laços matrimoniais. Por isso, com a desenvoltura de sempre, procurou desviar o rumo da conversa, e sentiu por não ter logrado o intento; ademais, Ottilie havia organizado tudo de maneira a não ter de se levantar. Um simples olhar da menina, calma e atenta, era suficiente para que o mordomo compreendesse o que lhe era demandado, de modo que tudo transcorria à perfeição, embora alguns criados recém-contratados e pouco expeditos permanecessem imóveis, enfiados em seu libré.”

Esse amigo, prosseguiu, propôs ainda outra lei: um casamento só deveria se tornar indissolúvel quando ambas as partes, ou pelo menos uma delas, estivesse se casando pela terceira vez, pois, nesse caso, a pessoa em questão demonstraria de maneira cabal que o casamento lhe era imprescindível. A essa altura dos acontecimentos, já se saberia como ela se comportara em suas relações matrimoniais anteriores e se ela apresentaria qualidades com maior potencial de promover a separação do que as más qualidades em si mesmas. Seria necessário que cada parte se informasse sobre a outra; cumpriria estar atento às pessoas casadas e às não casadas, pois não se saberia de antemão como as coisas iriam se desenrolar.”

enquanto estamos casados, ninguém se importa com nossas virtudes nem com nossas fraquezas.”

os casamentos têm — perdoem-me a expressão um pouco forte — algo de grosseiro; eles arruínam as relações mais delicadas e, na verdade, baseiam-se na rude segurança que ao menos uma das partes impõe em benefício próprio. Tudo então se torna óbvio, e os cônjuges parecem ter se unido com o intuito de que cada um siga o próprio caminho.”

Tê-lo conhecido é um acaso bastante oportuno. Sei de um cargo que lhe cabe perfeitamente e, por meio de sua indicação, posso ao mesmo tempo fazê-lo feliz e obsequiar da melhor maneira possível um amigo influente.

Ela se sentiu como que atingida por um raio. O conde nada notou, pois, acostumadas a se controlar o tempo todo, as mulheres aparentam certa compostura mesmo nas situações mais difíceis. Entretanto, a amiga já não ouvia mais o que o conde dizia no momento em que ele acrescentava: Quando me convenço de algo, faço tudo da maneira mais rápida possível. Já concebi a carta mentalmente e me sinto compelido a escrevê-la. Providencie um mensageiro a cavalo que eu possa despachar nesta mesma noite.

Charlotte estava arrasada.”

Mulheres casadas, mesmo quando não sustentam uma afeição recíproca, mantêm-se silenciosamente unidas, sobretudo diante das moças. (…) Além disso, ainda pela manhã a baronesa havia conversado com Charlotte sobre Ottilie. Reprovara sua permanência no campo, especialmente por causa de seu

espírito pacato, e recomendara que fosse entregue aos cuidados de uma amiga na cidade. Esta se empenhava na educação de sua única filha e no momento buscava para ela uma parceira de boa índole, que seria adotada e gozaria de todos os privilégios da casa. Charlotte decidiu considerar a proposta.”

o autocontrole exercido em situações extremas ensina-nos a agir com dissimulação também nos casos rotineiros e, aplicando essa força sobre nós mesmos, tornamo-nos capazes de estender nosso domínio sobre outras pessoas a fim de que, por meio da conquista de algo externo, compensemos nossas carências internas.

Esse modo de pensar geralmente implica uma espécie de prazer íntimo com a desventura de alguém que tateia às escuras e não tem consciência de que caminha para uma armadilha. Gozamos não apenas o sucesso de nossos planos, mas também a surpreendente humilhação que se anuncia.”

Um belo pé é uma grande dádiva da natureza. Sua graça é inesgotável. Observei-a hoje a caminhar; dá vontade de lhe beijar o calçado e repetir o bárbaro mas genuíno gesto de veneração dos sármatas, que desconheciam coisa melhor que o ato de, no sapato de uma pessoa amada e venerada, beber-lhe à saúde”

Na penumbra, contudo, o impulso interior e a imaginação passaram a reclamar imediatamente seus diretos sobre a realidade: Eduard tomava apenas Ottilie em seus braços; o capitão pairava ali, aproximando-se ou afastando-se do espírito de Charlotte; e assim, curiosamente, a ausência e a presença se entrelaçaram de maneira excitante e encantadora.” Eduard fodeu a esposa Charlotte imaginando que fosse sua encantadora sobrinha Otillie; Charlotte gozou com o pau do marido porque imaginava-o pertencendo ao capitão, seu melhor amigo. Infidelidade conjugal?

Não seria possível dizer qual dos dois se atirou primeiro aos braços do outro.”

Basta que amemos de todo o coração uma única pessoa para que todas as demais se tornem adoráveis!”

Ela mantinha os braços em seus ombros; ele a abraçou novamente e selou-lhe os lábios com um beijo ardente; no mesmo instante, porém, ajoelhou-se a seus pés, beijou-lhe a mão e exclamou: Você me perdoa, Charlotte?

O trabalho já não lhe dá prazer; tudo está prestes a terminar, e para quem? Os caminhos devem ser aplainados para que Ottilie possa percorrê-los confortavelmente; os bancos, postos em seu devido lugar para que Ottilie possa descansar. Também na nova casa ele faz o que está a seu alcance. Deve estar pronta para o aniversário de Ottilie. O pensamento e as ações de Eduard desconhecem quaisquer limites. A consciência de estar amando e de ser amado arrasta-o até o infinito. Como se lhe afigura distinta a aparência de todos os aposentos, de todo o entorno! Já não se sente em sua própria casa. A presença de Ottilie absorve todas as coisas, vê-se completamente tragado por ela: não lhe ocorre mais nenhum pensamento, a consciência não o adverte. Tudo aquilo que estivera reprimido em sua natureza irrompe agora, todo o seu ser jorra na direção de Ottilie.”

Charlotte traz Ottilie para perto de si; observa-a com atenção e, quanto mais percebe o que se passa em seu próprio coração, mais penetra no coração da sobrinha. Não vê outra possibilidade de salvação que não seja o afastamento da menina.”

DESAFIO ALQUÍMICO: “Charlotte esperava restabelecer em breve a própria relação com Eduard, e ordenava essas ideias de um modo tão razoável que acalentava mais e mais a ilusão de ser possível voltar a um estado anterior de confinamento e reconstituir aquilo que fora desfeito pela força.”

O ódio é certamente parcial, mas o amor o é ainda mais.”

para ele a música era um folguedo infantil e absolutamente despretensioso. Os amigos deviam ser benevolentes com aquilo que o entretinha e lhe dava prazer. Não imaginava que a falta de talento pudesse molestar a esse ponto os ouvidos de um terceiro. Via-se ofendido, furioso, incapaz de perdoar. Sentia-se livre para reagir sem qualquer escrúpulo.”

Cada sinal que pensa emitir para Ottilie retorna, acusando o próprio coração. Quer advertir e sente que ela mesma carece de advertência.”

Por princípio, não deixava inconclusa uma obra de que se encarregara, afastando-se apenas quando se via satisfatoriamente substituído. Desprezava aqueles que, para fazer notar sua saída, promoviam confusão em sua esfera de trabalho, desejando, como estúpidos egoístas, destruir aquilo que já não estivesse sob sua responsabilidade.”

Foi então que se ouviu uma horrível gritaria; grandes porções de terra despregavam-se do dique; viam-se muitas pessoas caindo na água. O solo cedera sob o peso da crescente multidão. Todos haviam procurado o melhor ponto para se acomodar e agora não se podia sair dali, não se andava para a frente nem para trás.”

Vislumbrava a união do amigo com Charlotte e a dele mesmo com Ottilie. A festa não poderia ter lhe dado um presente maior.”

Oh, como o invejo!, exclamou. Você pode gozar ainda a esmola de ontem; eu, porém, já não posso gozar o amor desse dia!”

Pois um coração que está à procura de algo intui que alguma coisa lhe falta, mas um coração que sai perdendo bem sabe aquilo de que foi privado; a nostalgia transforma-se em desgosto e impaciência, e uma natureza feminina, habituada a esperar e aguardar, deseja então desprender-se de seu círculo, tornar-se ativa, empreender alguma coisa e lutar por sua felicidade.”

Não podia permanecer em terra firme; subia ao barco e remava até o meio do lago; sacava então um relato de viagem, deixava-se embalar pelas ondas, lia e sonhava com terras distantes e nelas sempre achava seu amado.”

E, quando uma torturante fantasia o levava mais adiante, imaginava-a feliz ao lado de outro.”

uma alma absorvida pelo amor tem a necessidade urgente de se abrir, expor a um amigo aquilo que se passa com ela.”

Resta-me uma única alegria. Quando estávamos próximos, jamais sonhei com ela; agora que estamos distantes, unimo-nos em sonho. E, estranhamente, desde que passei a conhecer pessoas interessantes nestas redondezas, sua imagem tem visitado meus sonhos, como que para dizer: ‘Olhe para onde quiser, você não achará nada mais belo e adorável do que eu!’. Sua imagem imiscui-se em cada sonho meu. Tudo aquilo que nos diz respeito passa a se misturar e enovelar. Assinamos então um contrato; aí se apresentam a sua e a minha letra, o seu e o meu nome; ambos se tornam indistintos, ambos se entrelaçam. Porém, não é sem dor que ocorrem esses deliciosos devaneios. Às vezes, ela faz algo que frustra a ideia imaculada que dela tenho; só então sinto o quanto a amo, ao mesmo tempo que me assalta um indescritível temor. Bem a seu modo, ocorre também de ela zombar de mim e me torturar; mas então sua imagem imediatamente se transforma; seu rostinho lindo, redondo e celestial se alonga: é outra pessoa. Sem embargo, vejo-me torturado, insatisfeito e desconcertado.”

O AMADOR PROFISSIONAL: “Jamais amei em minha vida; somente agora entendo o que isso significa. Até agora tudo não passara de prelúdio, espera, passatempo e desperdício de tempo — até que a conheci, até que passei a amá-la, a amá-la de todo o coração. Nunca fui acusado diretamente, mas pelas costas diziam: eu era um incompetente; em quase tudo, agia como um amador. Pode ser; eu ainda não havia encontrado a matéria em que pudesse me revelar um mestre. Quero ver agora quem há de me superar na arte do amor.”

Há de haver uma paciência infinita, mas o inflexível afortunado não reconhece a dor infinita. Há casos — sim, há casos! — em que todo consolo é infame e o desespero se torna uma obrigação. Um nobre grego, que também sabe descrever heróis, não impede que eles chorem diante da aflição. Já dizia seu provérbio: ‘Os homens cobertos de lágrimas são bons’. Que me deixe aquele que traz o coração e os olhos ressequidos! Amaldiçoo os felizes, para os quais o infeliz deve servir de espetáculo.”

Diante de meus olhos contemplo minha vida presente e minha vida futura; resta-me optar entre a desventura e o prazer. Consiga, meu bom amigo, a separação, que se faz tão necessária e já se consumou; obtenha a concordância de Charlotte!”

Nossos destinos, o meu e o de Ottilie, são inseparáveis, e não vamos sucumbir. Veja esta taça! Nossas iniciais estão aí gravadas. Um celebrante cheio de júbilo arremessou-a para o alto; ninguém mais deveria dela beber; haveria de se partir no duro chão de pedra, mas foi apanhada. Resgatei-a por um alto preço, e agora bebo dela todos os dias a fim de me convencer de que são indissolúveis as relações que o destino selou.”

Tenho de acreditar e esperar que tudo voltará a ser como antes, que Eduard se reaproximará de mim. Não poderia ser diferente, pois você está diante de uma mulher que espera um filho.” “Conheço a força desse argumento sobre a alma masculina. Quantos casamentos não vi que foram apressados, consolidados ou refeitos por essa força! Uma esperança como essa é mais eficaz do que mil palavras; é a melhor esperança que podemos ter. Entretanto, no que me diz respeito, eu teria todos os motivos para estar aborrecido. Neste caso, noto que minha autoestima não é adulada. Entre vocês meu trabalho não é digno de gratidão. Vejo-me como aquele meu amigo médico que, pela graça de Deus, obtém a cura sempre que trata os pobres, mas raras vezes pode curar o rico, que bem gostaria de lhe pagar por isso. Aqui, felizmente, a questão se resolverá por si mesma, uma vez que meus esforços e minhas tentativas de persuasão seriam inúteis.”

Não obstante essas vantagens, alguns paroquianos haviam desaprovado a remoção dos sinais indicativos do lugar onde repousavam seus antepassados, ato que erradicava sua memória, pois os bem-conservados monumentos assinalavam a pessoa que ali jazia, mas não o lugar exato onde fora enterrada, e esse lugar é que constituía o cerne da questão, como muitos afirmavam.

Uma família da vizinhança partilhava esse ponto de vista; ela adquirira no cemitério comunitário um jazigo destinado a seus membros e estabelecera uma dotação regular à igreja. O jovem advogado vinha com o encargo de cancelar esse benefício e anunciar que doravante seus representados sustavam os pagamentos, pois as condições sob as quais o dinheiro fora despendido haviam sido suspensas de modo unilateral, desconsiderando-se todos os protestos e advertências. Charlotte, a responsável pela mudança, resolveu falar diretamente com o jovem, que, com ímpeto, mas sem se tornar demasiado impertinente, expôs seus motivos e os de seu mandante, dando que pensar.”

Jamais nos satisfazemos com o retrato daqueles que conhecemos. Por isso sempre tive pena do retratista. Raramente exigimos de alguém o impossível; mas não deixamos de fazê-lo quando se trata do pintor. Dele se espera que apreenda em sua obra a relação do retratado com as pessoas, bem como suas inclinações e aversões; não deve representar apenas o modo como ele mesmo vê uma pessoa, mas o modo como cada um de nós a compreende. Não me surpreende ver que esse tipo de artista paulatinamente se endurece, tornando-se indiferente e caprichoso. Esse detalhe seria irrelevante se não nos impusesse a renúncia ao retrato de pessoas tão preciosas e queridas.”

É deveras agradável a sensação de nos ocuparmos de um assunto que não conhecemos bem, pois ninguém tem o direito de censurar o diletante quando ele se aventura numa arte que jamais dominará por inteiro, e ninguém pode reprovar o artista quando ele extrapola as fronteiras de sua arte e avança sobre domínio vizinho.”

Creio que o homem sonha apenas para não cessar de ver.”

Por sorte o homem é capaz de conceber a desgraça apenas até certo ponto; aquilo que não pode compreender ou bem o aniquila ou o deixa indiferente. Há

momentos em que o temor e a esperança se fundem, compensam-se mutuamente e se esvaem numa obscura apatia.”

No fundo os macacos são verdadeiramente incroyables; é incompreensível que sejam excluídos das melhores rodas sociais.”

Ninguém falaria muito numa roda se soubesse quantas vezes deixou de compreender os outros.

Ao repetir a fala alheia é comum que a alteremos, e agimos desse modo apenas porque não a compreendemos.

Aquele que monopoliza o discurso sem se preocupar em agradar seus ouvintes gera antipatia.

Toda palavra que proferimos suscita uma ideia contrária.

Ambas, a contradição e a lisonja, ensejam um diálogo ruim.

Os grupos mais agradáveis são aqueles em que seus integrantes mantêm um cordial respeito mútuo.”

Admitimos que nossos defeitos sejam reprovados e acatamos a punição correspondente; somos pacientes ao arcar com suas consequências, mas nos tornamos impacientes quando temos de abandoná-los.

Certos defeitos são imprescindíveis à existência do indivíduo. É com insatisfação que veríamos um amigo abrir mão de certas peculiaridades.

Quando alguém age de modo contrário a seu temperamento, dizemos: <Está prestes a morrer>.”

Nossas paixões são verdadeiras fênices. Quando uma velha paixão se apaga, uma nova se ergue das cinzas.”

a relação com Ottilie, porém, tornou-se realmente amarga. Luciane desprezava a atividade tranquila e constante da doce menina, algo que, de modo inverso, era notado e elogiado por todos; e quando se mencionava o empenho de Ottilie no cuidado dos jardins e estufas, ela não se contentava em simplesmente zombar dos esforços da prima; ignorando o inverno rigoroso, dizia-se surpresa com a falta de flores e frutas, e mandava buscar grande quantidade de plantas, renovos e de tudo aquilo que estivesse a germinar, desperdiçando-os na ornamentação diária dos quartos e da mesa.”

Seus sentimentos em relação a ele permaneciam na superfície tranquila e não passional do parentesco de sangue, pois em seu coração não havia mais espaço restante; estava repleto do amor por Eduard, e apenas a divindade, que tudo penetra, podia com ele partilhar sua posse.”

Neste mundo, tomamos uma pessoa pelo que ela se faz passar; e de toda maneira ela tem de se fazer passar por algo. Toleramos mais os indivíduos incômodos que os insignificantes.”

Ninguém é tão enfadonho quanto o civil idiota. Dele temos o direito de exigir refinamento, pois jamais se ocupa de coisas grosseiras.”

Ninguém é mais escravo do que aquele que se julga livre sem o ser.

Basta a alguém declarar-se livre para logo se sentir limitado. Se, porém, vem a se declarar limitado, sente-se livre.”

Não existe consolo maior para os medíocres do que saber que o gênio não é imortal.”

Os idiotas e os inteligentes são inofensivos. Os meio bobos e os meio sábios são os tipos mais perigosos.”

A arte é o meio mais seguro para nos evadirmos do mundo; ela é também o meio mais seguro para nos vincularmos a ele.

Carecemos do artista mesmo nos momentos de grande felicidade e de grande apuro.

A arte ocupa-se daquilo que é difícil e bom.

Ver o difícil tratado com facilidade é contemplar o impossível.”

DA ROUPA COSIDA PELA AMADA> “Esse é o presente mais agradável que um homem enamorado e reverente pode receber, pois, ao recordar o incansável movimento dos belos dedos, não lhe escapará o delicioso pensamento de que também o coração participou de tão persistente trabalho.”

A boa pedagogia é exatamente o contrário das boas maneiras. Numa roda social, não devemos nos aferrar a nenhum assunto em particular, mas numa aula o primeiro mandamento seria o da luta contra toda e qualquer distração.”

Os homens deviam trajar uniforme desde a juventude, pois precisam se habituar a agir conjuntamente e se confundir com seus iguais, a obedecer em massa e a trabalhar em uníssono. Todo tipo de uniforme suscita um sentimento militar, bem como uma conduta mais justa e severa; de qualquer maneira, todos os meninos são soldados natos; basta ver-lhes os jogos de luta e combate, os assaltos a que se lançam e suas escaladas.”

– As mulheres devem se apresentar vestidas das mais variadas maneiras, cada uma de acordo com seu temperamento, para que descubram aquilo que lhes cai bem e lhes seja conveniente. Um motivo ainda mais importante para isso é que estão destinadas a permanecer e agir sozinhas vida afora.

– Isso me parece bastante paradoxal, pois quase nunca vivemos para nós mesmas.

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– …O homem demanda o homem; se não existissem outros homens, ele seria capaz de criá-los; uma mulher poderia viver uma eternidade sem pensar em produzir sua semelhante.

Agora bastava torná-la inofensiva para as mulheres casadas, tornando-a também casada.”

Sabia que não desagradava a Ottilie e, se havia entre eles alguma diferença de classe, naquele tempo isso já não era uma questão incontornável. De todo modo, a baronesa lhe dissera que Ottilie continuaria a ser uma moça pobre. Ser aparentada com uma família rica não modificava essa situação, pois, segundo a experiente mulher, mesmo diante de um patrimônio colossal, o desafortunado tem escrúpulos em subtrair uma soma considerável àqueles que, ostentando um grau maior de parentesco, parecem gozar de direitos mais amplos sobre um bem.”

O MATO SEM CACHORRO DOS PASTORES: “Durante a viagem, seus sentimentos colocavam-no em pé de igualdade com Ottilie. A boa acolhida aumentou suas esperanças. É certo que não achou Ottilie tão receptiva quanto antes, mas estava mais madura, mais culta e, se quisermos, mais comunicativa do que na época em que a conheceu. Discretamente, deixaram-no livre para agir, em especial no âmbito de sua formação. Porém, quando esboçava uma aproximação de seu objetivo, certa timidez o impedia de seguir adiante.

Um dia, Charlotte ofereceu-lhe a oportunidade de se manifestar, dizendo, na presença de Ottilie: Você observou tudo aquilo que se desenvolve em meu redor; que tem a dizer sobre Ottilie? Fique à vontade para falar diante dela.

A conversa significativa, que obriga os interlocutores à reflexão, é seguida amiúde por um instante de silêncio, semelhante a um constrangimento geral. Andava-se de um lado a outro no salão; o auxiliar examinou alguns livros até deparar o volume in-fólio que ali estava desde a passagem de Luciane. Ao ver que seu conteúdo contemplava apenas macacos, fechou-o de imediato.”

É necessária uma vida ruidosa e cheia de experiências para que alguém possa tolerar os macacos, papagaios e mouros.”

Ninguém vagueia impune sob a copa das palmeiras”

Se a juventude de um filho ocorre em tempos de mudança, estamos seguros de que nada terá em comum com o pai. Se este viveu num período no qual os homens se compraziam em se apropriar de algo, em assegurar o patrimônio conquistado, circunscrevê-lo, delimitá-lo e garantir seu desfrute, tratando para isso de se apartar do mundo, aquele busca esticar o passo, comunicar-se, dispersar-se e abrir aquilo que se encontra fechado.”

Um menino veio ao mundo, em plena saúde, e as mulheres foram unânimes em dizer que o bebê era, sem tirar nem pôr, o retrato do pai. A exceção foi Ottilie, que, intimamente, discordou dessa apreciação no momento mesmo em que agradecia à parteira e saudava ternamente a criança. Charlotte já se ressentira da ausência do marido por ocasião das tratativas para o casamento da filha; agora ele não presenciava também o nascimento do filho; não determinaria o nome pelo qual a criança seria chamada.”

Naturalmente os incidentes amorosos recentes não haviam escapado aos ouvidos do público, que, aliás, está sempre seguro de que as coisas acontecem para que se possa falar delas.”

Mulheres jovens podem observar esse ou aquele rapaz, perguntando-se em segredo se o desejam como marido; mas a pessoa que tem de se preocupar com uma filha ou uma pupila estende seu olhar sobre um círculo mais amplo. Foi o que se passou nesse instante com Charlotte, para quem uma ligação do capitão com Ottilie não parecia algo impossível, recordando então o passado, quando se sentavam juntos nessa mesma cabana. Fora informada de que, mais uma vez, frustrara-se aquela perspectiva de um casamento vantajoso.”

Sempre que o assunto vinha à baila, o lorde não se abstinha de expor suas objeções, que o acompanhante ouvia modesta e pacientemente, sem, contudo, mudar seu ponto de vista nem suas intenções. Este dizia reiteradamente que não se devia desistir do experimento por ele falhar em alguns casos; que justamente por isso impunha-se uma investigação ainda mais séria e acurada, pois com certeza seriam reveladas relações e afinidades que ainda desconhecemos dos elementos inorgânicos entre si, dos inorgânicos com os orgânicos e também destes entre si.”

As amizades de juventude, assim como as de afinidade consanguínea, possuem a grande vantagem de não serem abaladas definitivamente por nenhum tipo de equívoco ou mal-entendido. E quando isso ocorre, logo se restabelecem os vínculos anteriores.”

Esses sentimentos acompanharam-me, sustentaram-me diante de todos os perigos; mas agora sinto-me na posição de alguém que atingiu o alvo, que superou todos os obstáculos, que nada mais depara em seu caminho. Ottilie é minha e encaro aquilo que se interpõe entre o pensamento e sua execução como algo absolutamente insignificante.

Trata-se de mera presunção dos pais imaginar que sua existência seja tão necessária para a criança. Tudo aquilo que vive encontra alimento e apoio, e quando, depois da morte do pai, o filho não tem uma juventude tão auspiciosa e confortável, é possível que, justamente por isso, forme-se mais rapidamente para o mundo, reconhecendo no devido tempo a necessidade de se dedicar a assuntos que todos nós, mais cedo ou mais tarde, teremos de enfrentar. E neste caso não se trata disso: somos ricos o bastante para prover uma porção de filhos, e de modo algum constitui dever ou boa ação amontoar tamanho patrimônio sobre uma única cabeça.”

Aquele que, em certa altura da vida, deseja realizar os sonhos e as esperanças da juventude, sempre se equivoca, pois cada decênio da vida de um homem traz consigo sua própria felicidade, suas próprias esperanças e expectativas. Ai daquele que, pelas circunstâncias ou por suas ilusões, se vê impelido rumo ao passado ou ao futuro! Cometemos uma tolice; deve ela durar pelo resto de nossos dias? Devemos então, em virtude de algum escrúpulo, recusar aquilo que os costumes de hoje não nos negam? Em quantas coisas abdicamos de nossos propósitos e ações! Isso não deve acontecer justamente neste ponto, em que não se trata desta ou daquela condição de vida, mas de toda a sua complexidade!”

Se lhe devo alguma coisa, é chegada a hora de lhe pagar com dividendos; se você me deve, está agora em condições de quitar sua dívida. Sei que ama Charlotte e ela é merecedora desse sentimento; sei que ela não lhe é indiferente; ela certamente haveria de reconhecer seu valor! Tome-a de minhas mãos, entregue-me Ottilie! Seremos assim os homens mais felizes de toda a Terra.”

Aquele que ao longo de toda a vida se mostrou honrado torna honrada uma ação que, nos outros, pareceria duvidosa.”

o ponto que Eduard parecia assinalar com mais ênfase e que se lhe afigurava o mais vantajoso era o seguinte: a criança deveria ficar com a mãe; seria então o major que a educaria e criaria, de acordo com seus pontos de vista, para que ela desenvolvesse suas aptidões. Não fora por acaso que se batizara o pequeno com o nome de Otto, herdado de ambos os amigos.”

Devo então, Ottilie, aterrorizar sua alma pura com a infeliz ideia de que marido e mulher, estando alheios um ao outro, podem entregar-se à volúpia, e assim, com outros ardentes desejos, profanar uma legítima aliança? (…) Por que não proferir a dura palavra: esta criança foi concebida a partir de um duplo adultério! Ela me separa de minha mulher e minha mulher de mim, da mesma maneira que deveria nos unir. Que testemunhe contra mim; que esses magníficos olhos digam aos seus que eu, nos braços de outra, pertencia a você. Saiba, Ottilie, que apenas em seus braços poderei espiar essa falta, esse crime!”

No braço e na mão esquerda, a criança e o livro; na direita, o remo. E então também ela balança e cai na canoa. O remo escapa-lhe e cai de um lado; procurando reequilibrar-se, caem-lhe a criança e o livro n’água. Ainda tem o bebê seguro pela roupa, mas a incômoda posição impede-a de se erguer. A mão direita, embora livre, não é suficiente para que ela se vire e se aprume; por fim, consegue tirar a criança d’água, mas os olhos do pequeno estão cerrados, já não respira.”

desnuda o próprio peito expondo-o pela primeira vez a céu aberto; pela primeira vez, aperta um ser vivente contra o seio imaculado e nu. Ah! Um ser que cessou de viver. Os membros frios da infeliz criatura enregelam-lhe o peito até o fundo d’alma. Lágrimas infinitas brotam de seus olhos e concedem ao ser imóvel uma aparência de calor e vida. Não desiste de seus esforços, cobre o bebê com seu xale e, com gestos de carícia e abraços, sopros, beijos e lágrimas, imagina substituir os instrumentos de socorro que lhe faltam nessa hora de solidão. Debalde! A criança jaz inerte em seus braços”

Consinto no divórcio. Devia tê-lo consentido antes. Com minha hesitação e resistência, matei a criança. Há coisas a que o destino se opõe com grande tenacidade. É em vão que a razão e a virtude, as obrigações e tudo aquilo que é sagrado atravessam seu caminho: há de acontecer o que é justo para ele e que para nós parece injusto; ao fim e ao cabo, ele intervém decididamente, não importando a maneira como venhamos a nos portar.

Que estou a dizer? O destino quer simplesmente reconduzir a seu devido lugar meu próprio desejo, minha própria intenção, contra os quais agi de modo irrefletido. Não havia eu mesma pensado em Ottilie e Eduard como o mais acertado dos casais? Não tentei eu mesma aproximá-los? Não foi você, meu amigo, confidente nesse plano? Por que não pude distinguir entre o verdadeiro amor e a obstinação de um homem? Por que tomei sua mão se, como amiga, podia tê-lo feito feliz com outra mulher? Observe a infeliz que está a dormir! Estremeço ao pensar no momento em que despertará dessa semiletargia e recobrará a consciência. Como poderá viver, como irá se consolar se não tiver a esperança de, por meio de seu amor, restituir a Eduard o que lhe furtou como instrumento nas mãos do destino mais assombroso? Ela pode devolver-lhe tudo pela afeição, pela paixão com que o ama. Se o amor pode tudo tolerar, pode ainda mais tudo restituir. Não devemos pensar em mim neste momento.”

Não somos culpados por nos tornarmos infelizes, mas também não merecemos ser felizes juntos.”

Estou decidida, assim como estivera naquela ocasião, e lhe comunico agora mesmo o teor dessa decisão. Jamais pertencerei a Eduard! Foi terrível a maneira com que Deus abriu meus olhos para o crime em que me enredei. Quero expiá-lo; ninguém vai me afastar de meu propósito! Em seguida, minha cara, minha melhor amiga, tome suas providências. Faça o major retornar. Escreva-lhe dizendo que não dê nenhum passo. Quão angustiante foi para mim a sensação de não me poder mover quando ele saiu. Eu queria me interpor, gritar para que você não o despedisse com esperanças tão criminosas.”

Não queira me comover nem me iludir! No instante em que eu souber que você consentiu no divórcio, expio no mesmo lago o delito, o crime que cometi.”

no fundo do coração perdoara-se a si mesma, sob a condição da renúncia total, e essa condição era indispensável para o porvir.”

Como é grande, mas talvez desculpável, a indiscrição das pessoas em relação a esses desventurados! Como são grandes sua tola impertinência e sua canhestra generosidade! Perdoe-me por falar assim, mas sofri terrivelmente junto àquela pobre moça quando Luciane a tirou daquele quarto escondido e passou a tratá-la com toda gentileza, querendo, com a melhor das intenções, arrastá-la para os jogos e a dança. Quando a pobre menina, cada vez mais inquieta, por fim fugiu e caiu desfalecida, e eu a segurei em meus braços; quando as pessoas em redor, assustadas e nervosas, deitaram seu olhar curioso sobre a infeliz, nesse momento não pude conceber que um idêntico destino me aguardava; mas minha simpatia por ela, tão viva e verdadeira, ainda se mantém. Agora posso dirigir minha compaixão a mim mesma e me precaver, de modo a não protagonizar uma cena semelhante.”

Nenhuma penitência, nenhuma renúncia pode nos livrar de um destino funesto e determinado a nos perseguir. O mundo se tornará repugnante e temível para mim se eu me expuser numa situação de ócio.”

Não conhecemos acaso a história de pessoas que, em virtude de grandes desgraças morais, refugiaram-se no deserto, mas lá, de maneira nenhuma, permaneceram ocultas e em segredo, tal como haviam esperado?”

O venturoso não está apto a conduzir os venturosos; é da natureza do homem cobrar sempre mais de si mesmo e dos outros, quanto mais ele recebe. Apenas o desventurado que se recupera sabe desenvolver para si mesmo e para os outros a consciência de que também as coisas frugais podem ser gozadas com prazer.”

Longe do objeto amado, quanto mais viva é nossa afeição, maior se torna a impressão de que somos senhores de nós mesmos, internalizando o poder da paixão, que procurava extravasar-se. Com que brevidade, com que rapidez não nos vemos subtraídos a esse equívoco quando aquilo que acreditávamos poder dispensar ressurge subitamente como algo imprescindível diante de nossos olhos!”

A esperança de restabelecer uma antiga felicidade volta e meia torna a flamejar no coração humano”

Para eles, a vida era um enigma cuja solução só poderiam encontrar se estivessem juntos.”

O caráter, a individualidade, a inclinação, a orientação, a localidade, o ambiente e os costumes configuram juntos uma totalidade em que cada pessoa transita como que imersa no único elemento, na única atmosfera em que se sente bem e confortável. E assim, para nossa surpresa, reencontramos inalteradas certas pessoas cuja volubilidade tantas vezes ouvimos criticada; passam-se os anos e notamos que elas não mudaram, mesmo depois de expostas a infindáveis excitações internas e externas.”

Os serões ocorriam regularmente. Em geral Eduard lia, e o fazia de modo mais animado, com mais sentimento; lia melhor e, se quisermos, até mesmo com mais jovialidade do que antes. Era como se, por meio da alegria e do sentimento, quisesse tirar Ottilie de sua letargia e mudez. Sentava-se como costumava fazer antes, de modo que ela pudesse ler as páginas do livro; ficava inquieto e distraído quando ela não agia desse modo, quando não estava seguro de que ela seguia suas palavras com os olhos.”

O major, ao violino, acompanhava o piano de Charlotte, assim como a flauta de Eduard se ajustava à maneira com que Ottilie tocava um instrumento de cordas. Aproximava-se agora o aniversário de Eduard, cuja comemoração não se havia alcançado no ano anterior. Dessa feita, deveria ser celebrado sem solenidade, numa reunião tranquila e cordial. As partes, entendendo-se de modo tácito e também explícito, haviam acordado isso. Contudo, quanto mais se aproximava o natalício, mais se acendia em Ottilie um espírito festivo, que até então fora mais sentido que notado. Parecia inspecionar regularmente as flores no jardim; dava instruções ao jardineiro para que poupasse todo tipo de plantas estivais, em particular as sécias, que nesse ano haviam florescido em grande abundância.”

Ela lhe aperta a mão com força, mira-o cheia de vida e amor e, depois de um suspiro profundo, de um sublime e calado movimento dos lábios, exclama com gracioso e terno esforço: <Prometa-me viver!>. E então desfalece. <Prometo!>, ele grita para ela, ou melhor, ao encalço dela, pois já se fôra.”

Aos poucos Eduard foi se livrando do terrível desespero, mas apenas para sua desgraça, pois tornava-se patente, tornava-se claro que havia perdido sua felicidade para todo o sempre.”

O estado de Ottilie, persistentemente belo, mais parecido ao sono que à morte, atraía muita gente. Os moradores do vilarejo e das vizinhanças queriam vê-la ainda, e todos desejavam ouvir da boca de Nanny o incrível acontecimento; alguns para zombá-lo, a maioria para duvidá-lo e uns poucos para lhe dar crédito.”

Finalmente, acharam-no morto. Mittler fez a triste descoberta. Chamou o cirurgião, que, com a serenidade de sempre, reparou nas circunstâncias em que o corpo fora encontrado. Charlotte correu para lá; suspeitou de um suicídio; quis acusar a si mesma e aos demais de um inescusável descuido. Mas o médico, apoiando-se nas causas naturais, e Mittler, nas morais, logo a convenceram do contrário.”

Leituras complementares:

BENJAMIN, Walter. Ensaios reunidos: Escritos sobre Goethe. São Paulo: Editora 34, 2009.

CASTRO, Claudia. A alquimia da crítica: Benjamin e as Afinidades eletivas de Goethe. Rio de Janeiro: Paz e Terra, 2011.

L’ENCYCLOPÉDIE – AG

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* AGE, (Myth.) Les Poëtes ont distribué le tems qui suivit la formation de l’homme en quatre âges. L’âge d’or, sous le regne de Saturne au ciel, & sous celui de l’innocence & de la justice en terre. La terre produisoit alors sans culture, & des fleuves de miel & de lait couloient de toutes parts. L’âge d’argent, sous lequel ces hommes commencerent à être moins justes & moins heureux. L’âge d’airain, où le bonheur des hommes diminua encore avec leur vertu; & l’âge de fer, sous lequel, plus méchans que sous l’âge d’airain, ils furent plus malheureux. On trouvera tout ce système exposé plus au long dans l’ouvrage d’Hésiode, intitulé Opera & dies; ce Poëte fait à son frère l’histoire des siècles écoulés, & lui montre le malheur constamment attaché à l’injustice, afin de le détourner d’être méchant [?]. Cette allégorie des âges est très-philosophique & très-instructive; elle étoit très-propre à apperendre aux peuples à estimer la vertu ce qu’elle vaut.

Les Historiens, ou plûtôt les Chronologistes, ont divisé l’age du Monde en six époques principales, entre lesquelles ils laissent plus ou moins d’intervalles, selon qu’ils font le monde plus ou moins vieux. Ceux qui placent la création six mille ans avant Jesus-Christ, comptent pour l’âge d’Adam jusqu’au déluge, 2.262 ans; depuis le déluge jusqu’au partage des Nations, 738; depuis le partage des Nations jusqu’à Abraham, 460; depuis Abraham jusqu’à la pâque des Israëlites, 645; depuis la pâque des Israëlites jusqu’à Saül, 774; depuis Saül jusqu’à Cyrus, 583; & depuis Cyrus jusqu’à Jesus-Christ, 538.

Ceux qui ne font le monde âgé que de 4 mille ans, comptent de la création au déluge, 1.656; du déluge à la vocation d’Abraham, 426; depuis Abraham jusqu’à la sortie d’Egypte, 430; depuis la sortie d’Egypte jusqu’à la fondation du Temple, 480; depuis la fondation du Temple jusqu’à Cyrus, 476; depuis Cyrus jusqu’à Jesus-Christ, 532.

D’autres comptent de la création à la prise de Troie, 2.830 ans; & à la fondation de Rome, 3.250; de Carthage vaincue par Scipion à Jesus-Christ, 200; de Jesus-Christ à Constantin, 312, & au rétablissement de l’Empire d’Occident, 808.”

TRADUÇÃO COMPLETA DO VERBETE:

IDADES, (Mitologia) Os Poetas dividiram o tempo que sucedeu à criação do homem em 4 partes. A idade de ouro, sob o reinado de Saturno nos Céus, e da Inocência e da Justiça na Terra. A própria terra dava de comer sem precisar ser cultivada, pois era excessivamente fértil, e havia favos de mel e leite jorrando de todas as partes. A idade de prata, em que os homens principiaram a ser menos justos e felizes. A idade de bronze, quando a felicidade do homem decaía mais e mais, em proporção ao rebaixamento da virtude. E finalmente a idade de ferro, a idade mais infeliz dos homens, quando já eram mais maus que na idade de bronze. Esse sistema é meticulosamente descrito na obra de Hesíodo Os Trabalhos e Os Dias. Esse poeta dedica a seu irmão caçula a história dos séculos passados, mostrando a desgraça inexoravelmente ligada à injustiça, como uma espécie de educação sentimental ao menino: não sejas cruel! Essa alegoria das idades é bastante filosófica e intuitiva; nenhuma melhor a fim de transmitir ao homem o real valor da virtude.

Os Historiadores, ou melhor diria Cronologistas, dividiram as épocas do mundo em 6 principais, de forma geral, mas discordando, entre si, a respeito da duração de cada época, e dos marcos que representaram as transições, explicando-se assim a variação nas teorias acerca da idade total do mundo:

Aqueles que optam pela criação do mundo a 6.000 a.C. contam, de Adão ao Dilúvio, 2.262 anos; do dilúvio à partilha das nações pelos Eleitos de Jeová, 738; da divisão das tribos até Abraão, decorreram mais 460 anos; de Abraão ao Êxodo, outros 645; do exílio no deserto ao reinado de Saul, temos 774 anos; de Saul a Ciro, 583; de Ciro a Jesus, 538.”¹

¹ Perceba que a soma dos 6 períodos, tão irregulares entre si, dá exatamente 6.000. Mas se o mundo tem 6.000 anos, e esta Enciclopédia é do século XVIII, provavelmente esses historiadores eram contemporâneos de Cristo, ou muito maus matemáticos!

Outros, partidários da teoria de que a Terra não tem mais do que 4 mil anos de existência, computam da Criação ao Dilúvio 1.656 anos; do Dilúvio ao pacto monoteísta de Abraão, 426; do aparecimento de Abraão à fuga do Egito, 430; entre o grande expurgo e a fundação do Templo de Salomão, mais 480; a partir da fundação do templo até o reinado de Ciro, 476; e de Ciro a Jesus 532.”¹

¹ Outra vez a mágica: as 6 parcelas totalizam 4 mil.

Um terceiro grupo contabiliza do Gênese à destruição de Tróia precisamente 2.830 anos; daí à fundação de Roma, mais 3.250 anos; de quando Cipião¹ venceu Cartago até Jesus Cristo, dois séculos exatos; até Constantino surgir, transcorreram-se mais 312 anos; o reestabelecimento do Império do Ocidente ter-se-ia dado, por fim, 808 anos após.”²

¹ Públio Cornélio Cipião Africano, cônsul e general romano. Com uma margem de erro de uma ou duas décadas, a contagem desse intervalo segue muito provável, segundo os dados da historiografia contemporânea, aperfeiçoada desde o tempo dos Enciclopedistas.

² Essa conta, que fecha em 7.400, é a mais particular das 3, e além de escolher “menos datas bíblicas” se estende até quase a época de Diderot. Curioso, no entanto, é a uniformidade das perspectivas sobre as dimensões da “idade do universo” então: nunca mais antigo do que um punhadinho de milênios que se contam nos dedos.

AGITATEURS, s. m. (Hist. mod.) nom que l’on donna en Angleterre vers le milieu du siecle passé à certains Agens ou Solliciteurs que l’armée créa pour veiller à ses intérêts. Cromwel se ligua avec les Agitateurs, trouvant qu’ils étoient plus écoutés que le Conseil de guerre même. Les Agitateurs commencerent à proposer la réforme de la Religion & de l’État, & contribuerent plus que tous les autres factieux à l’abolition de l’Épiscopat & de la Royauté: mais Cromwel parvenu à ses fins par leur moyen, vint à bout de les faire casser.

AGLIBOLUS.png* AGLIBOLUS, (Myth.) Dieu des Palmyréniens. Ils adoroient le soleil sous ce nom: ils le représentoient sous la figure d’un jeune homme vêtu d’une tunique relevée par la ceinture, & qui ne lui descendoit que jusqu’au genou, & ayant à sa main gauche un petit bâton en forme de rouleau; ou selon Hérodien, sous la forme d’une grosse pierre ronde par enbas, & finissant en pointe; ou sous la forme d’un homme fait, avec les cheveux frisés, la figure de la lune sur l’épaule, des cothurnes aux piés, & un javelot à la main.”

AGON, s. m. (Hist. anc.) chez les Anciens étoit une dispute ou combat pour la supériorité dans quelqu’exercice du corps ou de l’esprit.

Il y avoit de ces combats dans la plupart des fêtes anciennes en l’honneur des Dieux ou des Héros. V. Fête, Jeu.

Il y en avoit aussi d’institués exprès, & qui ne se célébroient pas simplement pour rendre quelque fête plus solemnelle. Tels étoient à Athenes l’agon gymnicus, l’agon nemeus, institué par les Argiens dans la 53e Olympiade; l’agon olympius, institué par Hercule 430 ans avant la premiere Olympiade. Voyez Néméen, Olympique, &c.

Les Romains, à l’imitation des Grecs, instituerent aussi de ces sortes de combats. L’Empereur Aurélien en établit un sous le nom d’agon solis, combat du soleil; Diocletien un autre, sous le nom d’agon capitolinus, qui se célébroit tous les quatre ans à la maniere des jeux Olympiques. C’est pourquoi au lieu de compter les années par lustres, les Romains les ont quelquefois comptées par agones.

Agon se disoit aussi du Ministre dans les sacrifices dont la fonction étoit de frapper la victime. Voyez Sacrifice, Victime.

On croit que ce nom lui est venu de ce que se tenant prêt à porter le coup, il demandoit: agon ou agone, frapperai-je?

L’agon en ce sens s’appelloit aussi pona cultr arius & victimarius. (G)”

AGRANIES, AGRIANIES ou AGRIONIES, (Hist. anc. Myth.) fête instituée à Argos en l’honneur d’une fille de Proëtus. Plutarque décrit ainsi cette fête. Les femmes y cherchent Bacchus, & ne le trouvant pas elles cessent leurs poursuites, disant qu’il s’est retiré près des Muses. Elles soupent ensemble, & après le repas elles se proposent des énigmes: mystere qui signifioit que l’érudition & les Muses doivent accompagner la bonne chere; & si l’ivresse y survient, sa fureur est cachée par les Muses qui la retiennent chez elles, c’est-à-dire, qui en répriment l’excès. On célébroit ces fêtes pendant la nuit, & l’on y portoit des ceintures & des couronnes de lier[r]e, arbuste consacré à Bacchus & aux Muses. (G)”

* AGRÉABLE, GRACIEUX, “On aime la rencontre d’un homme gracieux; il plaît. On recherche la compagnie d’un homme agréable; il amuse. Les personnes polies sont toûjours gracieuses. Les personnes enjoüées sont ordinairement agréables. Ce n’est pas assez pour la société d’être d’un abord gracieux, & d’un commerce agréable. On fait une réception gracieuse. On a la conversation agréable. Il semble que les hommes sont gracieux par l’air, & les femmes par les manières.”

AGRICULTURE. “Les Egyptiens faisoient honneur de son invention à Osiris; les Grecs à Cerès & à Triptoleme son fils; les Italiens à Saturne ou à Janus leur Roi, qu’ils placerent au rang des Dieux en reconnoissance de ce bienfait. L’agriculture fut presque l’unique emploi des Patriarches, les plus respectables de tous les hommes par la simplicité de leurs moeurs, la bonté de leur ame, & l’élevation de leurs sentimens. Elle a fait les délices des plus grands hommes chez les autres peuples anciens. Cyrus le jeune avoit planté lui-même la plûpart des arbres de ses jardins, & daignoit les cultiver; & Lisandre de Lacédemone, & l’un des chefs de la République, s’écrioit à la vûe des jardins de Cyrus: O Prince, que tous les hommes vous doivent stimer heureux, d’avoir sü joindre ainsi la vertu à tant de grandeur & de dignité! Lisandre dit la vertu, comme si l’on eût pensé dans ces tems qu’un Monarque agriculteur ne pouvoit manquer d’être un homme vertueux; & il est constant du moins qu’il doit avoir le goût des choses utiles & des occupations innocentes. Hiéron de Syracuse, Attalus, Philopator de Pergame, Archelaüs de Macédoine, & une infinité d’autres, sont loüés par Pline & par Xénophon, qui ne loücient pas sans connoissance, & qui n’étoient pas leurs sujets, de l’amour qu’ils ont eu pour les champs & pour les travaux de la campagne. La culture des champs fut le premier objet du Législateur des Romains; & pour en donner à ses sujets la haute idée qu’il en avoit lui-même, la fonction des premiers Prêtres qu’il institua, fut d’offrir aux Dieux les prémices de la terre, & de leur demander des recoltes abondantes. Ces Prêtres étoient au nombre de douze; ils étoient appellés Arvals, de arva, champs, terres labourables. Un d’entr’eux étant mort, Romulus lui-même prit sa place; & dans la suite on n’accorda cette dignité qu’à ceux qui pouvoient prouver une naissance illustre. Dans ces premiers tems, chacun faisoit valoir son héritage, & en tiroit sa subsistance. Les Consuls trouverent les choses dans cet état, & n’y firent aucun changement. Toute la campagne de Rome fut cultivée par les vainqueurs des Nations. On vit pendant plusieurs siecles, les plus célebres d’entre les Romains, passer de la campagne aux premiers emplois de la République, &, ce qui est infiniment plus digne d’être observé, revenir des premiers emplois de la République aux occupations de la campagne. Ce n’étoit point indolence; ce n’étoit point dégoût des grandeurs, ou éloignement des affaires publiques: on retrouvoit dans les besoins de l’État nos illustres agriculteurs, toujours prêts à devenir les défenseurs de la patrie. Serranus semoit son champ, quand on l’appella à la tête de l’Armée Romaine: Quintius Cincinnatus la bouroit une piece de terre qu’il possédoit au-delà du Tibre, quand il reçut ses provisions de Dictateur; Quintius Cincinnatus quitta ce tranquille exercice; prit le commandement des armées; vainquit les ennemis; fit passer les captifs sous le joug; reçut les honneurs du triomphe, & fut à son champ au bout de 16 jours. Tout dans les premiers tems de la République & les plus beaux jours de Rome, marqua la haute estime qu’on y faisoit de l’agriculture: les gens riches, locupletes, n’étoient autre chose que ce que nous appellerions aujourd’hui de gros Laboureurs & de riches Fermiers. La premiere monnoie, pecunia à pecu, porta l’empreinte d’un mouton ou d’un boeuf, comme symboles principaux de l’opulence: les registres des Questeurs & des Censeurs s’appellerent pascua. Dans la distinction des citoyens Romains, les premiers & les plus considérables furent ceux qui formoient les tribus rustiques, rusticoe tribus: c’étoit une grande ignominie, d’être réduit, par le défaut d’une bonne & sage oeconomie de ses champs, au nombre des habitans de la ville & de leurs tribus, in tribu urbana. On prit d’assaut la ville de Carthage: tous les livres qui remplissoient ses Bibliotheques furent donnés en présent à des Princes amis de Rome; elle ne se réserva pour elle que les 28 livres d’agriculture du Capitaine Magon. Decius Syllanus fut chargé de les traduire; & l’on conserva l’original & la traduction avec un très-grand soin. Le vieux Caton étudia la culture des champs, & en écrivit: Ciceron la recommande à son fils, & en fait un très bel éloge: Omnium rerum, lui dit-il, ex quibus aliquid exquisitur, nihil est agriculturâ melius, nihil uberius, nihil dulcius, nihil homine libero dignius. Mais cet éloge n’est pas encore de la force de celui de Xénophon. L’agriculture naquit avec les lois & la société; elle est contemporaine de la division des terres. Les fruits de la terre furent la premiere richesse: les hommes n’en connurent point d’autres, tant qu’ils furent plus jaloux d’augmenter leur félicité dans le coin de terre qu’ils occupoient, que de se transplanter en différens endroits pour s’instruire du bonheur ou du malheur des autres: mais aussitôt que l’esprit de conquête eut agrandi les sociétés & enfanté le luxe, le commerce, & toutes les autres marques éclatantes de la grandeur & de la méchanceté des peuples; les métaux devinrent la représentation de la richesse, l’agriculture perdit de ses premiers honneurs; & les travaux de la campagne abandonnés à des hommes subalternes, ne conserverent leur ancienne dignité que dans les chants des Poëtes. Les beaux esprits des siecles de corruption, ne trouvant rien dans les villes qui prêtât aux images & à la peinture, se répandirent encore en imagination dans les campagnes, & se plurent à retracer les moeurs anciennes, cruelle satyre de celles de leur tems: mais la terre sembla se venger elle-même du mépris qu’on faisoit de sa culture. «Elle nous donnoit autrefois, dit Pline, ses fruits avec abondance; elle prenoit, pour ainsi dire, plaisir d’être cultivée par des charrues couronnées par des mains triomphantes; & pour correspondre à cet honneur, elle multiplioit de tout son pouvoir ses productions. Il n’en est plus de même aujourd’hui; nous l’avons abandonnée à des Fermiers mercenaires; nous la faisons cultiver par des esclaves ou par des forçats; & l’on seroit tenté de croire qu’elle a ressenti cet affront.» [Je] ne sai[s] quel est l’état de l’agriculture à la Chine: mais le Pere du Halde nous apprend que l’Empereur, pour en inspirer le goût à ses sujets, met la main à la charrue tous les ans une fois; qu’il trace quelques sillons; & que les plus distingués de sa Cour lui succèdent tour à tour au même travail & à la même charrue.”

Constantin le Grand défendit à tout créancier de saisir pour dettes civiles les esclaves, les boeufs, & tous les instrumens du labour. «S’il arrive aux créanciers, aux cautions, aux Juges mêmes, d’enfreindre cette loi, ils subiront une peine arbitraire à laquelle ils seront condamnés par un Juge supérieur.» Le même Prince étendit cette défense par une autre loi, & enjoignit aux Receveurs de ses deniers [denários], sous peine de mort, de laisser en paix le Laboureur indigent. Il concevoit que les obstacles qu’on apporteroit à l’agriculture diminueroient l’abondance des vivres & du commerce, & par contrecoup l’étendue de ses droits. Il y eut un tems où l’habitant des provinces étoit tenu de fournir des chevaux de poste aux couriers, & des boeufs aux voitures publiques; Constantin eut l’attention d’excepter de ces corvées le cheval & le boeuf servant au labour.”

Mais les lois qui protegent la terre, le Laboureur & le boeuf, ont veillé à ce que le Laboureur remplît son devoir. L’Empereur Pertinax voulut que le champ laissé en friche appartînt à celui qui le cultiveroit; que celui qui le défricheroit fût exempt d’imposition pendant dix ans; & s’il étoit esclave, qu’il devînt libre. Aurelien ordonna aux Magistrats municipaux des villes d’appeller d’autres citoyens à la culture des terres abandonnées de leur domaine, & il accorda trois ans d’immunité à ceux qui s’en chargeroient. Une loi de Valentinien, de Théodose & d’Arcade met le premier occupant en possession des terres abandonnées, & les lui accorde sans retour, si dans l’espace de deux ans personne ne les réclame: mais les Ordonnances de nos Rois ne sont pas moins favorables à l’agriculture que les Lois Romaines.”

Cet article n’auroit point de fin, si nous nous proposions de rapporter toutes les Ordonnances relatives à la conservation des grains depuis la semaille jusqu’à la récolte. Mais ne sont-elles pas toutes bien justes? Est-il quelqu’un qui voulût se donner les fatigues & faire toutes les dépenses nécessaires à l’agriculture, & disperser sur la terre le grain qui charge son grenier, s’il n’attendoit la récompense d’une heureuse moisson?”

«Si quelque voleur de nuit dépouille un champ qui n’est pas à lui, il sera pendu, s’il a plus de 14 ans; il sera battu de verges, s’il est plus jeune, est livré au propriétaire du champ, pour être son esclave jusqu’à ce qu’il ait réparé le dommage, suivant la taxe du Préteur. Celui qui mettra le feu à un tas de blé, sera fouetté & brûlé vif. Si le feu y prend par sa négligence, il payera le dommage, ou sera battu de verges, à la discrétion du Préteur».

AGRIPPA, (Hist. anc.) nom que l’on donnoit anciennement aux enfans qui étoient venus au monde dans une attitude autre que celle qui est ordinaire & naturelle, & specialement à ceux qui étoient venus les piés en devant.”

ce mot a été à Rome un nom, puis un surnom d’hommes, qu’on a féminisé en Agrippina. (G)”

* AGUAS, (Géogr.) peuple considérable de l’Amérique méridionale, sur le bord du fleuve des Amazones. Ce sont, dit-on dans l’excellent Dictionnaire portatis de M. Vosgien, les plus raisonnables des Indiens: ils serrent la tête entre deux planches à leurs enfans aussitôt qu’ils sont nés.”

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO

Dumas [pai]

25/01/16-24/09/16

GLOSSÁRIO

Frascati: vinho branco italiano, procedente da região de mesmo nome

mazzolata: também mazzatello. Punição capital extremamente cruel empregada pela Igreja no século XVIII. A arma usada pelo carrasco era um enorme martelo ou um machado. O executor, no caso da 1ª arma, embalava a arma para pegar impulso no único golpe que desferia e acertava na cabeça do condenado, que se não morria caía desmaiado no chão e depois tinha a garganta cortada. Reservado a crimes hediondos.

singlestick: foi modalidade olímpica em 1904

I have a partner, and you know the Italian proverb – Chi ha compagno ha padrone – <He who has a partner has a master.>”

<but you were right to return as soon as possible, my boy.>

<And why?>

<Because Mercedes is a very fine girl, and fine girls never lack followers; she particularly has them by dozens.>

<Really?> answered Edmond, with a smile which had in it traces of slight uneasiness.”

Believe me, to seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of pleasing the woman who loves that man.”

Why, when a man has friends, they are not only to offer him a glass of wine, but moreover, to prevent his suwallowing 3 or 4 pints [2 litros] of water unnecessarily!”

<Well, Fernand, I must say,> said Caderousse, beginning the conversation, with that brutality of the common people in which curiosity destroys all diplomacy, <you look uncommonly like a rejected lover;> and he burst into a hoarse laugh”

<they told me the Catalans were not men to allow themselves to be supplanted by a rival. It was even told me that Fernand, especially, was terrible in his vengeance.>

Fernand smiled piteously. <A lover is never terrible,> he said.”

pricked by Danglars, as the bull is pricked by the bandilleros”

<Unquestionably, Edmond’s star is in the ascendant, and he will marry the splendid girl – he will be captain, too, and laugh at us all unless.> – a sinister smile passed over Danglars’ lips – <unless I take a hand in the affair,> he added.”

happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.”

That is not my name, and in my country it bodes ill fortune, they say, to call a young girl by the name of her betrothed, before he becomes her husband. So call me Mercedes if you please.”

We are always in a hurry to be happy, Mr. Danglars; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.”

<I would stab the man, but the woman told me that if any misfortune happened to her betrothed, she would kill herself>

<Pooh! Women say those things, but never do them.>”

<you are 3 parts drunk; finish the bottle, and you will be completely so. Drink then, and do not meddle with what we are discussing, for that requires all one’s wit and cool judgement.>

<I – drunk!> said Caderousse; <well that’s a good one! I could drink four more such bottles; they are no bigger than cologne flanks. Pere Pamphile, more wine!>”

and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table.”

Drunk, if you like; so much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hears;”

Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d’eau; C’est bien prouvé par le deluge.”

Say there is no need why Dantes should die; it would, indeed, be a pity he should. Dantes is a good fellow; I like Dantes. Dantes, your health.”

<Absence severs as well as death, and if the walls of a prison were between Edmond and Mercedes they would be as effectually separated as if he lay under a tombstone.>

<Yes; but one gets out of prison,> said Caderousse, who, with what sense was left him, listened eagerly to the conversation, <and when one gets out and one’s name is Edmond Dantes, one seeks revenge>-“

<I say I want to know why they should put Dantes in prison; I like Dantes; Dantes, our health!>

and he swallowed another glass of wine.”

the French have the superiority over the Spaniards, that the Spaniards ruminate, while the French invent.”

Yes; I am supercargo; pen, ink, and paper are my tools, and whitout my tools I am fit for nothing.” “I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper, than of a sword or pistol.”

<Ah,> sighed Caderousse, <a man cannot always feel happy because he is about to be married.>”

Joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.”

<Surely,> answered Danglars, <one cannot be held responsible for every chance arrow shot into the air>

<You can, indeed, when the arrow lights point downward on somebody’s head.>”

<That I believe!> answered Morrel; <but still he is charged>-

<With what?> inquired the elder Dantes.

<With being an agent of the Bonapartist faction!>

Many of our readers may be able to recollect how formidable such and accusation became in the period at which our story is dated.”

the man whom 5 years of exile would convert into a martyr, and 15 of restoration elevate to the rank of a god.”

glasses were elevated in the air à l’Anglais, and the ladies, snatching their bouquets from their fair bossoms, strewed the table with their floral treasures.”

yes, yes, they could not help admitting that the king, for whom we sacrificed rank, wealth and station was truly our <Louis the well-beloved,> while their wretched usurper has been, and ever wil be, to them their evil genius, their <Napoleon the accursed.>”

Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West and is worshipped as the personification of equality.”

one is the quality that elevantes [Napoleon], the other is the equality that degrades [Robespierre]; one brings a king within reach of the guillotine, the other elevates the people to a level with the throne.”

9 Termidor: degolação de Robespierre, num 27/7

4/4/14 – Queda de Napoleão

<Oh, M. de Villefort,>, cried a beautiful young creature, daughter to the Comte de Salvieux, and the cherished friend of Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran, <do try and get up some famous trial while we are at Marseilles. I never was in a law-cout; I am told it is so very amusing!>

<Amusing, certainly,> replied the young man, <inasmuch as, instead of shedding tears as at a theatre, you behold in a law-court a case of real and genuine distress – a drama of life. The prisoner whom you there see pale, agitated, and alarmed, instead of – as is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy – going home to sup peacefully with his family, and then retiring to rest, that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow, – is reconducted to his prison and delivered up to the executioner. I leave you to judge how far your nerves are calculated to bear you through such a scene. Of this, however, be assured, that sould any favorable apportunity present itself, I will not fail to offer you the choice of being present.>

I would not choose to see the man against whom I pleaded smile, as though in mockery of my words. No; my pride is to see the accused pale, agitated and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my eloquence.”

Why, that is the very worst offence they could possibly commit, for, don’t you see, Renée, the king is the father of his people, and he who shall plot or contrive aught against the life and safety of the parent of 32 millions of souls, is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale.>”

It was, as we have said, the 1st of March, and the prisoner was soon buried in darkness.” 01/03/16

But remorse is not thus banished; like Virgil’s wounded hero, he carried the arrow in his wound, and, arrived at the salon, Villefort uttered a sigh that was almost a sob, and sank into a chair.”

Danglars was one of those men born with a pen behind the ear, and an inkstand in place of a heart. Everything with him was multiplication or subtraction. The life of a man was to him of far less value than a numeral, especially when, by taking it away, he could increase the sum total of his own desires. He went to bed at his usual hour, and slept in peace.”

A BARCA DO INFERNO QUE ARCA COM AS CONSEQÜÊNCIAS DO PE(S)CADO

desejos desejados no mar infinito

despojos desejosos de ser entregues aos derrotados

de consolo

que nojo

dessa raça

em desgraça

perpétua

que a maré a leve

para o fundo

do abismo

pesadâncora

pesadume

pesado cardume

proa perdeu o lume

popa nasceu sem gume

mastro adubado de petróleo

fóssil agora

apagado e insolente

eu sou experiente, experimente!

um louco que está sempre no lucro

das questões eu chego ao fulcro

por mais que não seja inteligente,

seja só uma compulsão demente

ser verdadeiro

se ver como herdeiro

de uma civilização

legada ao esquecimento

divino

o trem metafísico e seu lote de vagãos pagãos

levando à conclusão

de que o choque é elétrico

e anafilático

nada de milagre nada de intangível

só cobramos e debitamos o crível

(02/03/16)

said Louis XVIII, laughing; <the greatest captains of antiquity amused themselves by casting pebbles [seixos] into the ocean – see Plutarch’s Scipio Africanus.>”

<So then,> he exclaimed, turning pale with anger, <seven conjoined and allied armies overthrew that man. A miracle of heaven replaced me on the throne of my fathers after five-and-twenty years of exile. I have, during those 5-&-20 years, spared no pains to understand the people of France and the interests which were confided to me; and now when I see the fruition of my wishes almost within reach, the power I hold in my hands bursts, and shatters me to atoms!>”

Really impossible for a minister who has an office, agents, spies, and fifteen hundred thousand [1,5 million] francs for secret service money, to know what is going on at 60 leagues from the coast of France!”

Why, my dear boy, when a man has been proscribed by the mountaineers, has escaped from Paris in a hay-cart, been hunted over the plains of Bordeaux by Robespierre’s bloodhounds, he becomes accustomed to most things.”

<Come, come,> said he, <will the Restoration adopt imperial methods so promptly? Shot, my dear boy? What an idea! Where is the letter you speak of? I know you too well to suppose you would allow such a thing to pass you.>”

Quando a polícia está em débito, ela declara que está na pista; e o governo pacientemente aguarda o dia em que ela vem para dizer, com um ar fugitivo, que perdeu a pista.”

The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas – no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all. Would you like to know how matters have progressed? Well, I will tell you. It was thought reliance might be placed in General Quesnel; he was recommended to us from the Island of Elba; one of us went to him, and visited him to the Rue Saint-Jacques, where he would find some friends. He came there, and the plan was unfolded to him for leaving Elba, the projected landing, etc. When he had heard and comprehended all to the fullest extent, he replied that he was a royalist. Then all looked at each other, – he was made to take an oath, and did so, but with such an ill grace that it was really tempting Providence to swear him, and yet, in spite of that, the general allowed to depart free – perfectly free. Yet he did not return home. What could that mean? why, my dear fellow, that on leaving us he lost his way, that’s all. A murder? really, Villefort, you surprise me.”

<The people will rise.>

<Yes, to go and meet him.>

Ring, then, if you please, for a second knife, fork, and plate, and we will dine together.”

<Eh? the thing is simple enough. You who are in power have only the means that money produces – we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.>

<Devotion!> said Villefort, with a sneer.

<Yes, devotion; for that is, I believe, the phrase for hopeful ambition.>

And Villefort’s father extended his hand to the bell-rope to summon the servant whom his son had not called.”

Say this to him: <Sire, you are deceived as to the feeling in France, as to the opinions of the towns, and the prejudices of the army; he whom in Paris you call the Corsican ogre, who at Nevers is styled the usurper, is already saluted as Bonaparte at Lyons, and emperor at Grenoble. You think he is tracked, pursued, captured; he is advancing as rapidly as his own eagles. The soldiers you believe to be dying with hunger, worn out with fatigue, ready to desert, gather like atoms of snow about the rolling ball as it hastens onward. Sire, go, leave France to its real master, to him who acquired it, not by purchase, but by right of conquest; go, sire, not that you incur any risk, for your adversary is powerful enough to show you mercy, but because it would be humiliating for a grandson of Saint Louis to owe his life to the man of Arcola Marengo, Austerlitz.> Tell him this, Gerard; or, rather, tell him nothing. Keep your journey a secret; do not boast of what you have come to Paris to do, or have done; return with all speed; enter Marseilles at night, and your house by the back-door, and there remain quiet, submissive, secret, and, above all, inoffensive”

Every one knows the history of the famous return from Elba, a return which was unprecedented in the past, and will probably remain without a counterpart in the future.”

Napoleon would, doubtless, have deprived Villefort of his office had it not been for Noirtier, who was all powerful at court, and thus the Girondin of ‘93 and the Senator of 1806 protected him who so lately had been his protector.” “Villefort retained his place, but his marriage was put off until a more favorable opportunity.” “He made Morrel wait in the antechamber, although he had no one with him, for the simple sreason that the king’s procureur always makes every one wait, and after passing a quarter of an hour in reading the papers, he ordered M. Morrel to be admitted.”

<Edmond Dantes.>

Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the muzzle of a pistol at five-and-twenty paces than have heard this name spoken; but he did not blanch.”

<Monsieur,> returned Villefort, <I was then a royalist, because I believed the Bourbons not only the heirs to the throne, but the chosen of the nation. The miraculous return of Napoleon has conquered me, the legitimate monarch is he who is loved by his people.>”

<There has been no arrest.>

<How?>

<It is sometimes essential to government to cause a man’s disappearance without leaving any traces, so that no written forms or documents may defeat their wishes.>

<It might be so under the Bourbons, but at present>-

<It has always been so, my dear Morrel, since the reign of Louis XIV. The emperor is more strict in prison discipline than even Louis himself>”

As for Villefort, instead of sending to Paris, he carefully preserved the petition that so fearfully compromised Dantes, in the hopes of an event that seemed not unlikely, – that is, a 2nd restoration. Dantes remained a prisoner, and heard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII’s throne, or the still more tragic destruction of the empire.” “At last there was Waterloo, and Morrel came no more; he had done all that was in his power, and any fresh attempt would only compromise himself uselessly.”

But Fernand was mistaken; a man of his disposition never kills himself, for he constantly hopes.”

Old Dantes, who was only sustained by hope, lost all hope at Napoleon’s downfall. Five months after he had been separated from his son, and almost at the hour of his arrest, he breathed his last in Mercedes’ arms.”

The inspector listened attentively; then, turning to the governor, observed, <He will become religious – he is already more gentle; he is afraid, and retreated before the bayonets – madmen are not afraid of anything; I made some curious observations on this at Charenton.> Then, turning to the prisoner, <What is it you want?> said he.”

<My information dates from the day on which I was arrested,> returned the Abbé Faria; <and as the emperor had created the kingdom of Rome for his infant son, I presume that he has realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgia, which was to make Italy a united kingdom.>

<Monsieur,> returned the inspector, <providence has changed this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly.>

<It is the only means of rendering Italy strong, happy, and independent.>

<Very possibly; only I am not come to discuss politics, but to inquire if you have anything to ask or to complain of.>

<The food is the same as in other prisons, – that is, very bad, the lodging is very unhealthful, but, on the whole, passable for a dungeon; but it is not that which I wish to speak of, but a secret I have to reveal of the greatest importance.>

<It is for that reason I am delighted to see you,> continued the abbé, <although you have disturbed me in a most important calculation, which, if it succeded, would possibly change Newton’s system. Could you allow me a few words in private.>”

<On my word,> said the inspector in a low tone, <had I not been told beforehand that this man was mad, I should believe what he says.>”

A new governor arrived; it would have been too tedious to acquire the names of the prisoners; he learned their numbers instead. This horrible place contained 50 cells; their inhabitants were designated by the numbers of their cell, and the unhappy young man was no longer called Edmond Dantes – he was now number 34.”

Prisioneiros de segurança máxima não devem adoecer – que bactéria ou vírus cosmopolita os visitaria? Que mudança que fosse mais forte e sensível que o supertédio?

he addressed his supplications, not to God, but to man. God is always the last resource. Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.”

Dantes spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice; he had tried to speak when alone, but the sound of his voice terrified him.”

in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven!”

<Yes, yes,> continued he, <’Twill be the same as it was in England. After Charles I, Cromwell; after Cromwell, Charles II, and then James II, and then some son-in-law or relation, some Prince of Orange, a stadtholder¹ who becomes a king. Then new concessions to the people, then a constitution, then liberty. Ah, my friend!> said the abbé, turning towards Dantes, and surveying him with the kindling gaze of a prophet, <you are young, you will see all this come to pass.>”

¹ Magistrado de província holandesa

<But wherefore are you here?>

<Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811; because, like Napoleon, I desired to alter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities, each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to form one large, compact and powerful empire; and lastly, because I fancied I had found Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to betray me. It was the plan of Alexander VI, but it will never succeed now, for they attempted it fruitlessly, and Napoleon was unable to complete his work. Italy seems fated to misfortune.> And the old man bowed his head.

Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such matters. Napoleon certainly he knew something of, inasmuch as he had seen and spoken with him; but of Clement VII and Alexander VI he knew nothing.

<Are you not,> he asked, <the priest who here in the Chateau d’If is generally thought to be – ill?>

<Mad, you mean, don’t you?>

<I did not like to say so,> answered D., smiling.”

In the 1st place, I was 4 years making the tools I possess, and have been 2 years scraping and digging out earth, hard as granite itself; then what toil and fatigue has it not been to remove huge stones I should once have deemed impossible to loosen.”

Another, other and less stronger than he, had attempted what he had not had sufficient resolution to undertake, and had failed only because of an error in calculation.”

<When you pay me a visit in my cell, my young friend,> said he, <I will show you an entire work, the fruits of the thoughts and reflections of my whole life; many of them meditated over in the Colosseum at Rome, at the foot of St. Mark’s columm at Venice, little imagining at the time that they would be arranged in order within the walls of the Chateau d’If. The work I speak is called ‘A Treatise on the Possibility of a General Monarchy in Italy,’ and will make one large quarto volume.>”

I had nearly 5.000 volumes in my library at Rome; but after reading them over many times, I found out that with 150 well-chosen books a man possesses if not a complete summary of all human knowledge, at least all that a man need really know. I devoted 3 years of my life to reading and studying these 150 volumes, till I knew them nearly by heart; so that since I have been in prison, a very slight effort of memory has enabled me to recall their contents as readily as though the pages were open before me. I could recite you the whole of Thucidides, Xenophon, Plutarch, Titus Livius, Tacitus, Strada, Jornandes [Jordanes], Dante, Montaigne, Shakespeare, Spinoza, Machiavelli, and Bossuet.”

Yes, I speak 5 of the modern tongues – that is to say, German, French, Italian, English and Spanish; by the aid of ancient Greek I learned modern Greek – I don’t speak so well asI could wish, but I am still trying to improve myself.” “Improve yourself!” repeated Dantes; “why, how can you manage to do so?”

This last explanation was wholly lost upon Dantes, who had always imagined, from seeing the sun rise from behind the mountains and set in the Mediterranean, that it moved, and not the earth. A double movement of the globo he inhabited, and of which he could feel nothing, appeared to him perfectly impossible.”

Should I ever get out of prison and find in all Italy a printer courageous enough to publish what I have composed, my literary reputation is forever secured.”

What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?”

Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a 1,000 follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasure of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus”

<if you visit to discover the author of any bad action, seek first to discover the person to whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any way advantageous. Now, to apply it in your case, – to whom could your disappearance have been serviceable?>

<To no one, by heaven! I was a very insignificant person.>

<Do not speak thus, for your reply evinces neither logic nor philosophy; everything is relative, my dear young friend, from the king who stands in the way of his successor, to the employee who keeps his rival out of a place. Now, in the event of the king’s death, his successor inherits a crown, – when the employee dies, the supernumerary steps into his shoes, and receives his salary of 12.000 livres. Well, these 12.000 livres are his civil list, and are as essential to him as 12.000.000 of a king. Every one, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place on the social ladder, and is beset by stormy passions and conflicting interests, as in Descartes’ theory of pressure and impulsion.” efeito borboleta parte I “But these forces increase as we go higher, so that we have a spiral which in defiance of reason rests upon the apex and not on the base.”

<Simply because that accusation had been written with the left hand, and I have noticed that> –

<What?>

<That while the writing of different persons done with the right hand varies, that performed with the left hand is invariably uniform.>”

That is in strict accordance with the Spanish character; an assassination they will unhesitatingly commit, but an act of cowardice never.”

Pray ask me whatever questions you please; for, in good truth, you see more clearly into my life than I do myself.”

<About six or seven and twenty years of age, I should say.>

<So,> anwered the abbé. <Old enough to be ambitious, but too young to be corrupt. And how did he treat you?>”

<That alters the case. Tis man might, after all, be a greater scoundrel than you have thought possible>

<Upon my word,> said Dantes, <you make me shudder. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?>

<Yes; and remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others.>

Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of D., or hell opened its yawining gulf before him, he could not have been more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the sound of these unexpected words. Starting up he clasped his hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain from bursting, and exclaimed, <His father! his father!>”

D. was at lenght roused from his revery by the voice of Faria, who, having also been visited by his jailer, had come to invite his fellow-sufferer to share his supper. The reputation of being out of his mind though harmlessly and even amusingly so, had procured for the abbé unusual privileges. He was supplied with bread of a finer whiter quality than the usual prison fare, and even regaled each Sunday with a small quantity of wine.”

The elder prisoner was one of those persons whose conversation, like that of all who have experienced many trials, contained many usefel and important hints as well as sound information; but it was never egotistical, for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows. D. listened with admiring attention to all he said; some of his remarks corresponded with what he already knew, or applied to the sort of knowledge his nautical life had enabled him to acquire.”

I can well believe that so learned a person as yourself would prefer absolute solitude to being tormented with the company of one as ignorant and uninformed as myself.”

The abbé smiled: <Alas, my boy,> said he, <human knowledge is confined within very narrow limits; and when I have taught you mathematics, physics, history, and the 3 or 4 modern languages with which I am acquainted, you will know as much as I do myself. Now, it will scarcely require 2 years for me to communicate to you the stock of learnings I possess.>”

<Not their application, certainly, but their principles you may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other.>

<But cannot one learn philosophy?>

<Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth; it is like the golden cloud in which the Messiah went up into heaven.>”

An that very evening the prisoners sketched a plan of education, to be entered upon the following day. D. possessed a prodigious memory, combined with an astonishing quickness and readiness of conception; the mathematicla turn of his mind rendered him apt at al all kinds of calculation, while his naturally poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the dry reality of arithmetical computation, or the rigid severity of geometry. He already knew Italian, and had also picked up a little of the Romaic dialect during voyages to the East; and by the aid of these 2 languages he easily comprehended the construction of all the others, so that at the end of 6 months he began to speak Spanish, English, and German. In strict accordance with the promise made to the abbé, D. spoke no more of escape. Perhaps the delight his studies afforded him left no room for such thoughts; perhaps the recollection that he had pledged his word (on which his sense of honor was keen) kept him from referring in any way to the possibilities of flight. Days, even months, passed by unheeded in one rapid and instructive course. At the end of a year D. was a new man. D. observed, however, that Faria, in spite of the relief his society afforded, daily grew sadder; one thought seemed incessantly to harass and distract his mind. Sometimes he would fall into long reveries, sigh heavily and involuntarily, then suddenly rise, and, with folded arms, begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon. One day he stopped all at once, and exclaimed, <Ah, if there were no sentinel!>”

Esse tesouro, que deve corresponder a dois… de coroas romanas no mais afastado a… da segunda abertura co… declara pertencer a ele som… herdeiro. <25 de Abril, 149-”

Eu ouvi freqüentemente a frase <Tão rico como um Spada.>” “Ali, no 20º capítulo de a Vida do Papa Alexandre VI, constavam as seguintes linhas, que jamais poderei esquecer: – <As grandes guerras da Romagna terminaram; César Bórgia, que completou suas conquistas, precisava de dinheiro para adquirir a Itália inteira. O papa também precisava de dinheiro para liquidar seus problemas com Luís XII, Rei da França, que ainda era formidável a despeito de seus recentes reveses; e era necessário, portanto, recorrer a algum esquema rentável, o que era um problema de grande dificuldade nas condições de pauperização de uma exausta Itália. Sua santidade teve uma idéia. Ele resolveu fazer dois cardeais.

Ao escolher duas das maiores personagens de Roma, homens especialmente ricos – esse era o retorno pelo qual o pai santíssimo esperava. Primeiramente, ele poderia vender as grandes posições e esplêndidos ofícios que os cardeais já possuíam; e depois ele teria ainda dois chapéus para vender. Havia um terceiro ponto em vista, que logo aparecerá na narrativa. O papa e César Bórgia primeiro acharam os dois futuros cardeais; eles eram Giovanni Rospigliosi, que portava 4 das mais altas dignidades da Santa Sé; e César Spada, um dos mais nobres e ricos da nobreza romana; ambos sentiram a alta honraria de tal favor do papa. Eles eram ambiciosos, e César Bórgia logo encontrou compradores para suas posições. O resultado foi que Rospigliosi e Spada pagaram para ser cardeais, e 8 outras pessoas pagaram pelos ofícios que os cardeais tinham ante sua elevação; destarte 800.000 coroas entraram nos cofres dos especuladores.

É tempo agora de proceder à última parte da especulação. O papa encheu Rospigliosi e Spada de atenções, conferiu-lhes a insígnia do cardinalato, e os induziu a organizar seus negócios de forma a se mudarem para Roma. É aí que o papa e César Bórgia convidam os dois cardeais para jantar. Esse era um problema de disputa entre o santo pai e seu filho. César pensava que eles poderiam se utilizar de um dos meios que ele sempre tinha preparado para os amigos, i.e., em primeiro lugar, a famosa chave que era dada a certas pessoas com o pedido de que fossem e abrissem o armário equivalente. Essa chave era dotada de uma pequena ponta de ferro, – uma negligência da parte do chaveiro. Quando ela era pressionada a fim de abrir-se o armário, do qual a fechadura era complicada, a pessoa era picada por essa pontinha, e morria no dia seguinte. Havia também o anel com a cabeça de leão, que César usava quando queria cumprimentar seus amigos com um aperto de mão. O leão mordia a mão do assim favorecido, e ao cabo de 24h, a mordida se mostrava mortal. César propôs ao seu pai, que ou eles deveriam pedir aos cardeais para abrir o armário, ou apertar suas mãos; mas Alexandre VI respondeu: <Quanto aos valongos cardeais, Spada e Rospigliosi, convidemo-los para jantar, algo me diz que conseguiremos esse dinheiro de volta. Além disso, esquece-te, ó César, que uma indigestão se declara imediatamente, enquanto uma picada ou uma mordida ocasionam um atraso de um dia ou dois.> César recuou de tão convincente raciocínio, e os cardeais foram conseqüentemente chamados para jantar.

A mesa foi servida num vinhedo pertencente ao papa, perto de San Pierdarena, um retiro encantador que os cardeais conheciam de ouvir falar. Rospigliosi, bem disposto graças a suas novas dignidades, chegou com um bom apetite e suas maneiras mais obsequiosas. Spada, um homem prudente, e muito apegado a seu único sobrinho, um jovem capitão da mais alta promessa, pegou papel e caneta, e redigiu seu testamento. E depois mandou avisar o seu sobrinho para esperá-lo próximo ao vinhedo; mas aparentemente o servo não foi capaz de encontrá-lo.

Spada sabia o que esses convites significavam; desde a Cristandade, tão eminentemente civilizada, se alastrou por toda Roma, não era mais um centurião que vinha da parte do tirano com uma mensagem, <César quer que você morra.> mas era um núncio apostólico a latere, que vinha com um sorriso nos lábios para dizer, pelo papa, que <Sua santidade solicita sua presença num jantar.>

Spada se dirigiu lá pelas 2 a San Pierdarena. O papa o esperava. A primeira imagem a atrair a atenção de Spada foi a do seu sobrinho, todo paramentado, e César Bórgia cativando-o com as atenções mais marcadas. Spada empalideceu quando César o fitou com ar irônico, o que provava que ele havia antecipado tudo, e que a armadilha já estava em funcionamento.

Eles começaram a jantar e Spada foi capaz de indagar, somente, de seu sobrinho se ele tinha recebido sua mensagem. O sobrinho respondeu que não; compreendendo perfeitamente o significado da pergunta. Era tarde demais, já que ele já tinha tomado um copo de um excelente vinho, selecionado para ele expressamente pelo copeiro do papa. Spada testemunhou ao mesmo tempo outra garrafa, vindo a si, que ele foi premido a provar. Uma hora depois um médico declarou que ambos estavam envenenados por comer cogumelos. Spada morreu no limiar do vinhedo; o sobrinho expirou na sua própria porta, fazendo sinais que sua mulher não pôde compreender.

A seguir César e o papa se apressaram para botar as mãos na herança, sob o disfarce de estarem à procura de papéis do homem morto. Mas a herança consistia disso somente, um pedaço de papel em que Spada escreveu: -<Eu lego a meu amado sobrinho meus cofres, meus livros, e, entre outros, meu breviário com orelhas de ouro, que eu espero que ele preserve em consideração de seu querido tio.>

Os herdeiros procuraram em todo lugar, admiraram o breviário, se apropriaram dos móveis, e se espantaram grandemente de que Spada, o homem rico, era de fato o mais miserável dos tios – nenhum tesouro – e não ser que fossem os da ciência, contidos na biblioteca e laboratórios. Isso era tudo. César e seu pai procuraram, examinaram, escrutinaram, mas nada acharam, ou pelo menos muito pouco; nada que excedesse alguns milhares de coroas em prata, e aproximadamente o mesmo em dinheiro corrente; mas o sobrinho teve tempo de dizer a sua esposa, antes de morrer: <Procure direito entre os papéis do meu tio; há um testamento.>

Eles procuraram até mais meticulosamente do que os augustos herdeiros o fizeram, mas foi infrutífero. Havia dois palácios e um vinhedo atrás da Colina Palatina; mas nesses dias a propriedade da terra não tinha assim tanto valor, e os 2 palácios e o vinhedo continuaram com a família já que estavam abaixo da rapacidade do papa e seu filho. Meses e anos se passaram. Alexandre VI morreu, envenenado, – você sabe por qual erro. César, envenenado também, escapou desfolhando sua pele como a de uma cobra; mas a pele de baixo ficou marcada pelo veneno até se parecer com a de um tigre. Então, compelido a deixar Roma, ele acabou morto obscuramente numa escaramuça noturna; quase sem registros históricos. Depois da morte do papa e do exílio de seu filho, supôs-se que a família Spada voltaria ao esplendor dos tempos anteriores aos do cardeal; mas não foi o caso. Os Spada permaneceram em um conforto duvidoso, um mistério seguiu pairando sobre esse tema escuso, e o rumor público era que César, um político mais talentoso que seu pai, havia retirado do papa a fortuna dos 2 cardeais. Eu digo dos 2, porque o Cardeal Rospigliosi, que não tomara nenhuma precaução, foi completamente espoliado.”

Eu estava então quase certo de que a herança não ficara nem para os Bórgias nem para a família, mas se mantivera sem dono como os tesouros das 1001 Noites, que dormiam no seio da terra sob os olhos do gênio.”

esses caracteres foram traçados numa tinta misteriosa e simpática, que só aparecia ao ser exposta ao fogo; aproximadamente 1/3 do papel foi consumido pelas chamas.”

<2 milhões de coroas romanas; quase 13 milhões, no nosso dinheiro.” [*]

[*] $2.600.000 em 1894.”

Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon him, and he dared not again press the hand that hung out of bed, he dared no longer to gaze on those fixed and vacant eyes, which he tried many times to close, but in vain – they opened again as soon as shut.”

<They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the bones,> said another, lifting the feet.”

The sea is the cemetery of the Chateau d’If.”

It was 14 years day for day since Dantes’ arrest.”

At this period it was not the fashion to wear so large a beard and hair so long; now a barber would only be surprised if a man gifted with such advantages should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of them.”

The oval face was lengthened, his smiling mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoken resolution; his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed with thought; his eyes were full of melancholy, and from their depths ocasionally sparkled gloomy fires of misanthropy and hatred; his complexion, so long kept from the sun, had now that pale color which produces, when the features are encircled with black hair, the aristocratic beauty of the man of the north; the profound learning he had acquired had besided diffused over his features a refined intellectual expression; and he had also acquired, being naturally of a goodly stature, that vigor which a frame possesses which has so long concentrated all its force within himself.”

Moreover, from being so long in twilight or darkness, his eyes had acquired the faculty of distinguishing objects in the night, common to the hyena and the wolf.”

it was impossible that his best friend – if, indeed, he had any friend left – could recognize him; he could not recognize himself.”

Fortunately, D. had learned how to wait; he had waited 14 years for his liberty, and now he was free he could wait at least 6 months or a year for wealth. Would he not have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered him? Besides, were not those riches chimerical? – offspring of the brain of the poor Abbé Faria, had they not died with him?”

The patron of The Young Amelia proposed as a place of landing the Island of Monte Cristo, which being completely deserted, and having neither soldiers nor revenue officers, seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since the time of the heathen Olympus by Mercury, the god of merchants and robbers, classes of mankind which we in modern times have separated if not made distinct, but which antiquity appears to have included in the same category” Tal pai, tal filho: vejo que um Dumas citou o outro, cf. o destino me comandou saber, por estar lendo A Dama das Camélias em simultaneidade – Jr. dissera a dado ponto, também inicial, de sua narrativa que era bom e inteligente que ladrões e comerciantes possuíssem antigamente o mesmo Deus, e que isso não era simples contingência histórica… Até aí, pensava tratar-se de Mammon, comentando o espúrio estilo de vida judio.

e qual solidão é mais completa, ou mais poética, que a de um navio flutuando isolado sobre as águas do mar enquanto reina a obscuridade da noite, no silêncio da imensidão, e sob o olhar dos Céus?”

Nunca um viciado em jogo, cuja fortuna esteja em jogo num lance de dados, chegou a experimentar a angústia que sentiu Edmundo em meio a seus paroxismos de esperança.”

<Em 2h,> ele disse, <essas pessoas vão partir mais ricas em 50 piastres cada, dispostas a arriscar novamente suas vidas só para conseguir outros 50; então retornarão com uma fortuna de 600 francos e desperdiçarão esse tesouro nalgum vilarejo, com aquele orgulho dos sultões e a insolência dos nababos.”

a providência, que, ao limitar os poderes do homem, gratifica-o ao mesmo tempo com desejos insaciáveis.”

<E agora,> ele exclamou, relembrando o conto do pescador árabe, que Faria relatou, <agora, abre-te sésamo!>”

o pavor – aquele pavor da luz do dia que mesmo no deserto nos faz temer estarmos sendo vigiados e observados.”

dentes brancos como os de um animal carnívoro”

seu marido mantinha sua tocaia diária na porta – uma obrigação que ele executava com tanta mais vontade, já que o salvava de ter de escutar os murmúrios e lamentos da companheira, que nunca o viu sem dirigir amargas invectivas contra o destino”

<And you followed the business of a tailor?>

<True, I was a tailor, till the trade fell off. It is so hot at Marseilles, that really I believe that the respectable inhabitants will in time go without any clothing whatever. But talking of heat, is there nothing I can offer you by way of refreshment?>”

<Too true, too true!> ejaculated Caderousse, almost suffocated by the contending passions which assailed him, <the poor old man did die.>”

Os próprios cães que perambulam sem abrigo e sem casa pelas ruas encontram mãos piedosas que oferecem uma mancheia de pão; e esse homem, um cristão, deviam permitir perecer de fome no meio de outros homens que se autodenominam cristãos? é terrível demais para acreditar. Ah, é impossível – definitivamente impossível!”

Eu não consigo evitar ter mais medo da maldição dos mortos que do ódio dos vivos.”

Hold your tongue, woman; it is the will of God.”

Happiness or unhappiness is the secret known but to one’s self and the walls – walls have ears but no tongue”

<Com isso então,> disse o abade, com um sorriso amargo, <isso então dá 18 meses no total. O que mais o mais devoto dos amantes poderia desejar?> Então ele murmurou as palavras do poeta inglês, <Volubilidade, seu nome é mulher.>

<no doubt fortune and honors have comforted her; she is rich, a countess, and yet–> Caderousse paused.”

Maneiras, maneiras de dizer asneiras…

Memorial de Buenos Aires

O aras à beira…

Bonaire de mademoiselle

Gastão amável que me acende o fogo!

ENCICLOPÉDIA DE UM FUTURO REMOTO

 

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VANIGRACISMO [s.m., origem desconhecida; suspeita-se que guarde relação com vanitas, do latim <vaidade>]: espécie de atavismo do mal; inclinação ou tendência à reprise na crença de dogmas ultrapassados, como a pregação extremada do amor de Cristo ou o apego a regimes e práticas totalitários de forma geral. Duas faces do mesmo fenômeno. Nostalgia do Líder Supremo ou de coletivismos tornados impossíveis ou inexistentes nas democracias de massa, capitalismo avançado ou fase agônica do Ocidente.

        Adeptos são identificados sob a alcunha de vanigra.

Ex:

        Os vanigras brasileiros da década de 10 desejavam a conclamação de Bolsonaro como o Pai Nacional.

        O vanigra praguejou seu semelhante com a condenação ao Inferno no seu pós-vida, graças a suas condutas imorais.

 

vanigger – Corruptela de vanigra, utilizada para designar negros conservadores que insultavam a memória e o passado histórico de seus ancestrais escravos, ao professarem  credos como os supracitados (cristianismo, fascismo, etc.), invenções do homem branco europeu.

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In business, sir, said he, one has no friends, only correspondents”

the tenacity peculiar to prophets of bad news”

It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from 6 to 8 millions of francs, and had unlimited credit.”

Her innocence had kept her in ignorance of the dangers that might assail a young girl of her age.”

And now, said the unknown, farewell kindness, humanity and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven’s substitute to recompense the good – now the god of vengeance yields me his power to punish the wicked!”

in 5 minutes nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the sea.”

He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger, but if danger presents itself, combat it with the most unalterable coolness.”

The Italian s’accommodi is untranslatable; it means at once <Como, enter, you are welcome; make yourself at home; you are the master.>”

he was condemned by the by to have his tongue cut out, and his hand and head cut off; the tongue the 1st day, the hand the 2nd, and the head the 3rd. I always had a desire to have a mute in my service, so learning the day his tongue was cut out, I went to the bey [governador otomano], and proposed to give him for Ali a splendid double-barreled gun which I knew he was very desirous of having.”

I? – I live the happiest life possible, the real life of a pasha. I am king of all creation. I am pleased with one place, and stay there; I get tired of it, and leave it; I am free as a bird and have wings like one; my attendants obey my slightest wish.”

What these happy persons took for reality was but a dream; but it was a dream so soft, so voluptuous, so enthralling, that they sold themselves body and soul to him who have it to them, and obedient to his orders as to those of a deity, struck down the designated victim, died in torture without a murmur, believing that the death they underwent was but a quick transtion to that life of delights of which the holy herb, now before you, had given them a slight foretaste.”

<Then,> cried Franz, <it is hashish! I know that – by name at least.>

<That it is precisely, Signor Aladdin; it is hashish – the purest and most unadulterated hashish of Alexandria, – the hashish of Abou-Gor, the celebrated maker, the only man, the man to whom there should be built a palace, inscribed with these words, <A grateful world to the dealer in happiness.>

Nature subdued must yield in the combat, the dream must succeed [suck-seed] to reality, and then the dream reigns supreme, then the dream becomes life, and life becomes the dream.”

When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter – to quit paradise for earth – heaven for hell! Taste the hashish, guest of mine – taste the hashish.”

Tell me, the 1st time you tasted oysters, tea, porter, truffles, and sundry other dainties which you now adore, did you like them? Could you comprehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants [faisões] with assafoetida (sic – asafoetida) [planta fétida, mas saborosa], and the Chinese eat swallow’s nests? [ninhos de andorinhas] Eh? no! Well, it is the same with hashish; only eat for a week, and nothing in the world will seem to you equal the delicacy of its flavor, which now appears to you flat and distasteful.”

there was no need to smoke the same pipe twice.”

that mute revery, into which we always sink when smoking excellent tobacco, which seems to remove with its fume all the troubles of the mind, and to give the smoker in exchange all the visions of the soul. Ali brought in the coffee. <How do you take it?> inquired the unknown; <in the French or Turkish style, strong or weak, sugar or none, coal or boiling? As you please; it is ready in all ways.>”

it shows you have a tendency for an Oriental life. Ah, those Orientals; they are the only men who know how to live. As for me, he added, with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the young man, when I have completed my affairs in Paris, I shall go and die in the East; and should you wish to see me again, you must seek me at Cairo, Bagdad, or Ispahan.”

Well, unfurl your wings, and fly into superhuman regions; fear nothing, there is a watch over you; and if your wings, like those of Icarus, melt before the sun, we are here to ease your fall.”

o tempo é testemunha

1001 Noites

The Count of Sinbad Cristo

Oh, ele não teme nem Deus nem Satã, dizem, e percorreria 50 ligas fora de seu curso só para prestar um favor a qualquer pobre diabo.”

em Roma há 4 grandes eventos todos os anos, – o Carnaval, a Semana Santa, Corpus Christi, o Festival de São Pedro. Durante todo o resto do ano a idade está naquele estado de apatia profunda, entre a vida e a morte, que a deixa parecida com uma estação entre esse mundo e o próximo”

<Para São Pedro primeiro, e depois o Coliseu,> retorquiu Albert. Mas Albrto não sabia que leva um dia para ver [a Basílica de] S. Pedro, e um mês para estudá-la. O dia foi todo passado lá.”

Quando mostramos a um amigo uma cidade que já visitamos, sentimos o mesmo orgulho de quando apontamos na rua uma mulher da qual fomos o amante.”

mulher amantizada”, aliás (livro de Dumas Filho) é o melhor eufemismo de todos os tempos!

<em Roma as coisas podem ou não podem ser feitas; quando se diz que algo não pode ser feito, acaba ali>

<É muito mais conveniente em Paris, – quando qualquer coisa não pode ser feita, você paga o dobro, e logo ela está feita.>

<É o que todo francês fala,> devolveu o Signor Pastrini, que acusou o golpe; <por essa razão, não entendo por que eles viajam.> (…)

<Homens em seu juízo perfeito não deixam seu hotel na Rue du Helder, suas caminhadas no Boulevard de Grand, e Café de Paris.>”

<Mas se vossa excelência contesta minha veracidade> – <Signor Pastrini,> atalhou Franz, <você é mais suscetível que Cassandra, que era uma profetisa, e ainda assim ninguém acreditava nela; enquanto que você, pelo menos, está seguro do crédito de metade de sua audiência [a metade de 2 é 1]. Venha, sente-se, e conte-nos tudo que sabe sobre esse Signor Vampa.>”

<O que acha disso, Albert? – aos 2-e-20 ser tão famoso?>

<Pois é, e olha que nessa idade Alexandre, César e Napoleão, que, todos, fizeram algum barulho no mundo, estavam bem detrás dele.>”

Em todo país em que a independência tomou o lugar da liberdade, o primeiro desejo dum coração varonil é possuir uma arma, que de uma só vez torna seu dono capaz de se defender e atacar, e, transformando-o em alguém terrível, com freqüência o torna temido.”

O homem de habilidades superiores sempre acha admiradores, vá onde for.”

MÁFIA: SEQÜESTRO, ESTUPRO, MORTE & A SUCESSÃO DO CLÃ

As leis dos bandidos [dos fora-da-lei] são positivas; uma jovem donzela pertence ao primeiro que levá-la, então o restante do bando deve tirar a sorte, no que ela é abandonada a sua brutalidade até a morte encerrar seus sofrimentos. Quando seus pais são suficientemente ricos para pagar um resgate, um mensageiro é enviado para negociar; o prisioneiro é refém pela segurança do mensageiro; se o resgate for recusado, o refém está irrevogavelmente perdido.”

Os mensageiros naturais dos bandidos são os pastores que habitam entre a cidade e as montanhas, entre a vida civilizada e a selvagem.”

<Tiremos a sorte! Tiremos a sorte!> berraram todos os criminosos ao verem o chefe. Sua demanda era justa e o chefe reclinou a cabeça em sinal de aprovação. Os olhos de todos brilharam terrivelmente, e a luz vermelha da fogueira só os fazia parecer uns demônios. O nome de cada um incluído o de Carlini, foi colocado num chapéu, e o mais jovem do bando retirou um papel; e ele trazia o nome de Diovolaccio¹. Foi ele quem propôs a Carlini o brinde ao chefe, e a quem Carlini reagiu quebrando o copo na sua cara. Uma ferida enorme, da testa à boca, sangrava em profusão. Diovolaccio, sentindo-se favorecido pela fortuna, explodiu em uma gargalhada. <Capitão,> disse, <ainda agora Carlini não quis beber à vossa saúde quando eu propus; proponha a minha a ele, e veremos se ele será mais condescendente consigo que comigo.> Todos aguardavam uma explosão da parte de Carlini; mas para a surpresa de todos ele pegou um copo numa mão e o frasco na outra e, enchendo o primeiro, – <A sua saúde, Diavolaccio²,> pronunciou calmamente, e ele entornou tudo, sem que sua mão sequer tremesse. (…) Carlini comeu e bebeu como se nada tivesse acontecido. (…) Uma faca foi plantada até o cabo no peito esquerdo de Rita. Todos olharam para Carlini; a bainha em seu cinto estava vazia. <Ah, ah,> disse o chefe, <agora entendo por que Carlini ficou para trás.> Todas as naturezas selvagens apreciam uma ação desesperada. Nenhum outro dos bandidos, talvez, fizesse o mesmo; mas todos entenderam o que Carlini fez. <Agora, então,> berrou Carlini, levantando-se por sua vez, aproximando-se do cadáver, sua mão na coronha de uma de suas pistolas, <alguém disputa a posse dessa mulher comigo?> – <Não,> respondeu o chefe, <ela é tua.>”

¹ Corruptela de demônio em Italiano

² Aqui o interlocutor, seu inimigo desde o sorteio, pronuncia o nome como o substantivo correto: diabo, demônio.

<Cucumetto violentou sua filha,> disse o bandido; <eu a amava, destarte matei-a; pois ela serviria para entreter a quadrilha inteira.> O velho não disse nada mas empalideceu como a morte. <Então,> continuou, <se fiz mal, vingue-a;>”

Mas Carlini não deixou a floresta sem saber o paradeiro do pai de Rita. Foi até o lugar onde o deixara na noite anterior. E encontrou o homem suspenso por um dos galhos, do mesmo carvalho que ensombreava o túmulo de sua filha. Então ele fez um amargo juramento de vingança sobre o corpo morto de uma e debaixo do corpo do outro. No entanto, Carlini não pôde cumprir sua promessa, porque 2 dias depois, num encontro com carabineiros romanos, Carlini foi assassinado. (…) Na manhã da partida da floresta de Frosinone Cucumetto seguiu Carlini na escuridão, escutou o juramento cheio de ódio, e, como um homem sábio, se antecipou a ele. A gente contou outras dez histórias desse líder de bando, cada uma mais singular que a anterior. Assim, de Fondi a Perusia, todo mundo treme ao ouvir o nome de Cucumetto.”

Cucumetto era um canalha inveterado, que assumiu a forma de um bandido ao invés de uma cobra nesta vida terrana. Como tal, ele adivinhou no olhar de Teresa o signo de uma autêntica filha de Eva, retornando à floresta, interrompendo-se inúmeras vezes sob pretexto de saudar seus protetores. Vários dias se passaram e nenhum sinal de Cucumetto. Chegava a época do Carnaval.”

4 jovens das mais ricas e nobres famílias de Roma acompanhavam as 3 damas com aquela liberdade italiana que não tem paralelo em nenhum outro país.”

Luigi sentia ciúmes! Ele sentiu que, influenciada pela sua disposição ambiciosa e coquete, Teresa poderia escapar-lhe.”

Por que, ela não sabia, mas ela não sentia minimamente que as censuras de seu amado fossem merecidas.”

<Teresa, o que você estava pensando enquanto dançava de frente para a jovem Condessa de San-Felice?> – <Eu estava pensando,> redargüiu a jovem, com toda a franqueza que lhe era natural, <que daria metade da minha vida por um vestido como o dela.>

<Luigi Vampa,> respondeu o pastor, com o mesmo ar daquele que se apresentasse Alexandre, Rei da Macedônia.

<E o seu?> – <Eu,> disse o viajante, <sou chamado Sinbad, o Marinheiro.>

Franz d’Espinay fitou surpreso.”

Sim, mas eu vim pedir mais do que ser vosso companheiro.> – <E o que poderia ser isso?> inquiriram os bandidos, estupefatos. – <Venho solicitar ser vosso capitão,> disse o jovem. Os bandidos fizeram uma arruaça de risadas. <E o que você fez para aspirar a essa honra?> perguntou o tenente. – <Matei seu chefe, Cucumetto, cujo traje agora visto; e queimei a fazenda San-Felice para pegar o vestido-de-noiva da minha prometida.> Uma hora depois Luigi Vampa era escolhido capitão, vice o finado Cucumetto.”

* * *

Minha casa não seria tão boa se o mundo lá fora não fosse tão ruim.

A vingança tem de começar nalgum lugar: a minha começa no cyberrealm, aqui.

nem é possível, em Roma, evitar essa abundante disposição de guias; além do ordinário cicerone, que cola em você assim que pisa no hotel, e jamais o deixa enquanto permanecer na cidade, há ainda o cicerone especial pertencente a cada monumento – não, praticamente a cada parte de um monumento.”

só os guias estão autorizados a visitar esses monumentos com tochas nas mãos.”

Eu disse, meu bom companheiro, que eu faria mais com um punhado de ouro numa das mãos que você e toda sua tropa poderiam produzir com suas adagas, pistolas, carabinas e canhões incluídos.”

E o que tem isso? Não está um dia dividido em 24h, cada hora em 60 minutos, e todo minuto em 60 segundos? Em 86.400 segundos muita coisa pode acontecer.”

Albert nunca foi capaz de suportar os teatros italianos, com suas orquestras, de onde é impossível ver, e a ausência de balcões, ou camarotes abertos; todos esses defeitos pesavam para um homem que tinha tido sua cabine nos Bouffes, e usufruído de um camarote baixo na Opera.”

Albert deixou Paris com plena convicção de que ele teria apenas de se mostrar na Itáia para ter todos a seus pés, e que em seu retorno ele espantaria o mundo parisiano com a recitação de seus numerosos casos. Ai dele, pobre Albert!”

e tudo que ele ganhou foi a convicção dolorosa de que as madames da Itália têm essa vantagem sobre as da França, a de que são fiéis até em sua infidelidade.”

mas hoje em dia ão é preciso ir tão longe quanto a Noé ao traçar uma linhagem, e uma árvore genealógica é igualmente estimada, date ela de 1399 ou apenas 1815”

A verdade era que os tão aguardados prazeres do Carnaval, com a <semana santa> que o sucederia, enchia cada peito de tal forma que impedia que se prestasse a menor atenção aos negócios no palco. Os atores entravam e saíam despercebidos e ignorados; em determinados momentos convencionais, os expectadores paravam repentinamente suas conversas, ou interrompiam seus divertimentos, para ouvir alguma performance brilhante de Moriani, um recitativo bem-executado por Coselli, ou para aplaudir em efusão os maravilhosos talentos de La Specchia”

<Oh, she is perfectly lovely – what a complexion! And such magnificent hair! Is she French?>

<No, Venetian.>

<And her name is–>

<Countess G——.>

<Ah, I know her by name!> exclaimed Albert; <she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort’s ball.>”

believe me, nothing is more fallacious than to form any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon”

Por mais que o balé pudesse atrair sua atenção, Franz estava profundamente ocupado com a bela grega para se permitir distrações”

Graças ao judicioso plano de dividir os dois atos da ópera com um balé, a pausa entre as performances é muito curta, tendo os cantores tempo de repousar e trocar de figurino, quando necessário, enquanto os dançarinos executam suas piruetas e exibem seus passos graciosos.”

Maioria dos leitores está ciente [!] de que o 2º ato de <Parisina> abre com um celebrado e efetivo dueto em que Parisina, enquanto dorme, se trai e confessa a Azzo o segredo de seu amor por Ugo. O marido injuriado passa por todos os paroxismos do ciúme, até a firmeza prevalecer em sua mente, e então, num rompante de fúria e indignação, ele acordar sua esposa culpada para contar-lhe que ele sabe de seus sentimentos, e assim infligir-lhe sua vingança. Esse dueto é um dos mais lindos, expressivos e terríveis de que jamais se ouviu emanar da pena de Donizetti. Franz ouvia-o agora pela 3ª vez.”

<Talvez você jamais tenha prestado atenção nele?>

<Que pergunta – tão francesa! Não sabe você que nós italianas só temos olhos para o homem que amamos?>

<É verdade,> respondeu Franz.”

<he looks more like a corpse permitted by some friendly grave-digger to quit his tomb for a while, and revisit this earth of ours, than anything human. How ghastly pale he is!>

<Oh, he is always as colorless as you now see him,> said Franz.

<Then you know him?> almost screamed the countess. <Oh, pray do, for heaven’s sake, tell us all about – is he a vampire, or a ressuscitated corpse, or what?>

<I fancy I have seen him before, and I even think he recognizes me.>”

Vou dizer-lhe, respondeu a condessa. Byron tinha a mais sincera crença na existência de vampiros, e até assegurou a mim que os tinha visto. A descrição que ele me fez corresponde perfeitamente com a aparência e a personalidade daquele homem na nossa frente. Oh, ele é a exata personificação do que eu poderia esperar. O cabelo cor-de-carvão, olhos grandes, claros e faiscantes, em que fogo selvagem, extraterreno parece queimar, — a mesma palidez fantasmal. Observe ainda que a mulher consigo é diferente de qualquer uma do seu sexo. Ela é uma estrangeira – uma estranha. Ninguém sabe quem é, ou de onde ela vem. Sem dúvida ela pertence à mesma raça que ele, e é, como ele, uma praticante das artes mágicas.”

Pela minha alma, essas mulheres confundiriam o próprio Diabo que quisesse desvendá-las. Porque, aqui – elas lhe dão sua mão – elas apertam a sua em correspondência – elas mantêm conversas em sussurros – permitem que você as acompanhe até em casa. Ora, se uma parisiense condescendesse com ¼ dessas coqueterias, sua reputação estaria para sempre perdida.”

Ele era talvez bem pálido, decerto; mas, você sabe, palidez é sempre vista como uma forte prova de descendência aristocrática e casamentos distintos.”

e, a não ser que seu vizinho de porta e quase-amigo, o Conde de Monte Cristo, tivesse o anel de Gyges, e pelo seu poder pudesse ficar invisível, agora era certo que ele não poderia escapar dessa vez.”

O Conde de Monte Cristo é sempre um levantado cedo da cama; e eu posso assegurar que ele já está de pé há duas horas.”

You are thus deprived of seeing a man guillotined; but the mazzuola still remains, which is a very curious punishment when seen for the 1st time, and even the 2nd, while the other, as your must know, is very simple.” [Ver glossário acima.]

do not tell me of European punishments, they are in the infancy, or rather the old age, of cruelty.”

As for myself, I can assure you of one thing, — the more men you see die, the easier it becomes to die yourself” opinion opium onion

do you think the reparation that society gives you is sufficient when it interposes the knife of the guillotine between the base of the occiput and the trapezal muscles of the murderer, and allows him who has caused us years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of physical pain?”

Dr. Guillotin got the idea of his famous machine from witnessing an execution in Italy.”

We ought to die together. I was promissed he should die with me. You have no right to put me to death alone. I will not die alone – I will not!”

Oh, man – race of crocodiles, cried the count, extending his clinched hands towards the crowd, how well do I recognize you there, and that at all times you are worthy of yourselves! Lead two sheep to the butcher’s, 2 oxen to the slaughterhouse, and make one of them understand that his companion will not die; the sheep will bleat for pleasure, the ox will bellow with joy. But man – man, whom God has laid his first, his sole commandment, to love his neighbor – man, to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts – what is his first cry when he hears his fellowman is saved? A blasphemy. Honor to man, this masterpiece of nature, this king of creation! And the count burst into a laugh; a terrible laugh, that showed he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh.”

The bell of Monte Citorio, which only sounds on the pope’s decease and the opening of the Carnival, was ringing a joyous peal.”

On my word, said Franz, you are wise as Nestor and prudent as Ulysses, and your fair Circe must be very skilful or very powerful if she succeed in changing you into a beast of any kind.”

Come, observed the countess, smiling, I see my vampire is only some millionaire, who has taken the appearance of Lara in order to avoid being confounded with M. de Rothschild; and you have seen her?”

without a single accident, a single dispute, or a single fight. The fêtes are veritable pleasure days to the Italians. The author of this history, who has resided 5 or 6 years in Italy, does not recollect to have ever seen a ceremony interrupted by one of those events so common in other countries.”

Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere.

Luigi Vampa.

There were in all 6.000 piastres, but of these 6.000 Albert had already expended 3.000. As to Franz, he had no better of credit, as he lived at Florence, and had only come to Rome to pass 7 or 8 days; he had brought but a 100 louis, and of these he had not more than 50 left.”

Well, what good wind blows you hither at this hour?”

I did, indeed.”

Be it so. It is a lovely night, and a walk without Rome will do us both good.”

<Excellency, the Frenchman’s carriage passed several times the one in which was Teresa.>

<The chief’s mistress?>

<Yes. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet; Teresa returned it – all this with the consent of the chief, who was in the carriage.>

<What?> cried Franz, <was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with the Roman peasants?>”

Well, then, the Frenchman took off his mask; Teresa, with the chief’s consent, did the same. The Frenchman asked for a rendez-vous; Teresa gave him one – only, instead of Teresa, it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San Giacomo.”

<do you know the catacombs of St. Sebastian?>

<I was never in them; but I have often resolved to visit them.>

<Well, here is an opportunity made to your hand, and it would be difficult to contrive a better.>”

remember, for the future, Napoleon’s maxim, <Never awaken me but for bad news;> if you had let me sleep on, I should have finished my galop [dança de salão], and have been grateful to you all my life.”

<Has your excellency anything to ask me?> said Vampa with a smile.

<Yes, I have,> replied Franz; <I am curious to know what work you were perusing with so much attention as we entered.>

<Caesar’s ‘Commentaries,’> said the bandit, <it is my favorite work.>”

não há nação como a francesa que possa sorrir mesmo na cara da terrível Morte em pessoa.”

Apenas pergunte a si mesmo, meu bom amigo, se não acontece com muitas pessoas de nosso estrato que assumam nomes de terras e propriedades em que nunca foram senhores?”

a vista do que está acontecendo é necessária aos homens jovens, que sempre estão dispostos a ver o mundo atravessar seus horizontes, mesmo se esse horizonte é só uma via pública.”

foils, boxing-gloves, broadswords, and single-sticks – for following the example of the fashionable young men of the time, Albert de Morcerf cultivated, with far more perseverance than music and drawing, the 3 arts that complete a dandy’s education, i.e., fencing [esgrima], boxing, and single-stick”

In the centre of the room was a Roller and Blanchet <baby grand> piano in rosewood, but holding the potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity, and groaning beneath the weight of the chefs-d’oeuvre of Beethoven, Weber, Mozart, Haydn, Gretry, and Porpora.”

There on a table, surrounded at some distance by a large and luxurious divan, every species of tobacco known, – from the yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai, and so on along the scale from Maryland and Porto-Rico, to Latakia, – was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware [cerâmica] of which the Dutch are so fond; beside them, in boxes of fragrant wood, were ranged, according to their size and quality, pueros, regalias, havanas, and manillas; and, in an open cabinet, a collection of German pipes, of chibouques [cachimbo turco], with their amber mouth-pieces ornamented with coral, and of narghilés, with their long tubes of morocco, awaiting the caprice of the sympathy of the smokers.”

after coffee, the guests at a breakfast of modern days love to contemplate through the vapor that escapes from their mouths, and ascends in long and fanficul wreaths to the ceiling.”

A única diferença entre Jesus Cristo e eu é que uma cruz o carregava – eu é que carrego a minha cruz.

<Are you hungry?>

<Humiliating as such a confession is, I am. But I dined at M. de Villefort’s, and lawyers always give you very bad dinners. You would think they felt some remorse; did you ever remark that?>

<Ah, depreciate other persons’ dinners; you ministers give such splendid ones.>”

<Willingly. Your Spanish wine is excellent. You see we were quite right to pacify that country.>

<Yes, but Don Carlos?>

<Well, Don Carlos will drink Bordeaux, and in years we will marry his son to the little queen.>”

Recollect that Parisian gossip has spoken of a marriage between myself and Mlle. Eugenie Danglars”

<The king has made him a baron, and can make him a peer [cavalheiro], but he cannot make him a gentleman, and the Count of Morcerf is too aristocratic to consent, for the paltry sum of 2 million francs to a mesalliance [‘desaliança’, casamento com um malnascido]. The Viscount of Morcerf can only wed a marchioness.>

<But 2 million francs make a nice little sum,> replied Morcerf.”

<Nevermind what he says, Morcerf,> said Debray, <do you marry her. You marry a money-bag label, it is true; well but what does that matter? It is better to have a blazon less and a figure more on it. You have seven martlets on your arms; give 3 to your wife, and you will still have 4; that is 1 more than M. de Guise had, who so nearly became King of France, and whose cousin was emperor of Germany.>”

além do mais, todo milionário é tão nobre quanto um bastardo – i.e., ele pode ser.”

<M. de Chateau-Renaud – M. Maximilian Morrel,> said the servant, announcing 2 fresh guests.”

a vida não merece ser falada! – isso é um pouco filosófico demais, minha palavra, Morrel. Fica bem para você, que arrisca sua vida todo dia, mas para mim, que só o fez uma vez—“

<No, his horse; of which we each of us ate a slice with a hearty appetite. It was very hard.>

<The horse?> said Morcerf, laughing.

<No, the sacrifice,> returned Chateau-Renaud; <ask Debray if he would sacrifice his English steed for a stranger?>

<Not for a stranger,> said Debray, <but for a friend I might, perhaps.>”

hoje vamos encher nossos estômagos, e não nossas memórias.”

<Ah, this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus, a Perseus freeing Andromeda.>

<No, he is a man about my own size.>

<Armed to the teeth?>

<He had not even a knitting-needle [agulha de tricô].>”

He comes possibly from the Holy Land, and one of his ancestors possessed Calvary, as the Mortemarts(*) did the Dead Sea.”

(*) Wiki: “Anne de Rochechouart de Mortemart (1847-1933), duchess of Uzès, held one of the biggest fortunes in Europe, spending a large part of it on financing general Boulanger’s political career in 1890. A great lady of the world, she wrote a dozen novels and was the 1st French woman to possess a driving licence.”

Motto: “Avant que la mer fût au monde, Rochechouart portait les ondes”

<he has purchased the title of count somewhere in Tuscany?>

<He is rich, then?>

<Have you read the ‘Arabian Nights’?>

<What a question!>”

he calls himself Sinbad the Sailor, and has a cave filled with gold.”

<Pardieu, every one exists.>

<Doubtless, but in the same way; every one has not black salves, a princely retinue, an arsenal of weapons that would do credit to an Arabian fortress, horses that cost 6.000 francs apiece, and Greek mistresses.>”

<Did he not conduct you to the ruins of the Colosseum and suck your blood?> asked Beauchamp.

<Or, having delivered you, make you sign a flaming parchment, surrendering your soul to him as Esau did his birth-right?>”

The count appeared, dressed with the greatest simplicity, but the most fastidious dandy could have found nothing to cavil [escarnecer] at in his toilet. Every article of dress – hat, coat, gloves, and boots – was from the 1st makers. He seemed scarcely five-and-thirty. But what struck everybody was his extreme resemblance to the portrait Debray had drawn.”

Punctuality,> said M. Cristo, <is the politeness of kings, according to one of your sovereings, I think; but it is not the same with travellers. However, I hope you will excuse the 2 or 3 seconds I am behindhand; 500 leagues are not to be accomplished without some trouble, and especially in France, where, it seems, it is forbidden to beat the postilions [cocheiros].”

a traveller like myself, who has successively lived on maccaroni at Naples, polenta at Milan, olla podrida¹ at Valencia, pilau at Constantinople, karrick in India, and swallow’s nests in China. I eat everywhere, and of everything, only I eat but little”

¹ olla podrida: cozido com presunto, aves e embutidos.a

a embutido: carne de tripa

<But you can sleep when you please, monsieur?> said Morrel.

<Yes>

<You have a recipe for it?>

<An infallible one.>

(…)

<Oh, yes, returned M.C.; I make no secret of it. It is a mixture of excellent opium, which I fetched myself from Canton in order to have it pure, and the best hashish which grows in the East – that is, between the Tigris and the Euphrates.>”

he spoke with so much simplicity that it was evident he spoke the truth, or that he was mad.”

<Perhaps what I am about to say may seem strange to you, who are socialists, and vaunt humanity and your duty to your neighbor, but I never seek to protect a society which does not protect me, and which I will even say, generally occupies itself about me only to injure me; and thus by giving them a low place in my steem, and preserving a neutrality towards them, it is society and my neighbor who are indebted to me.>

(…) <you are the 1st man I ever met sufficiently courageous to preach egotism. Bravo, count, bravo!>” “vocês assumem os vícios que não têm, e escondem as virtudes que possuem.”

France is so prosaic, and Paris so civilized a city, that you will not find in its 85 departments – I say 85, because I do not include Corsica – you will not find, then, in these 85 departments a single hill on which there is not a telegraph, or a grotto in which the comissary of polie has not put up a gaslamp.”

<But how could you charge a Nubian to purchase a house, and a mute to furnish it? – he will do everything wrong.>

<Undeceive yourself, monsieur,> replied M.C.; <I am quite sure, that o the contrary, he will choose everything as I wish. He knows my tastes, my caprices, my wants. He has been here a week, with the instinct of a hound, hunting by himself. He will arrange everything for me. He knew, that I should arrive to-day at 10 o’clock; he was waiting for me at 9 at the Barrière de Fontainebleau. He gave me this paper; it contains the number of my new abode; read it yourself,> and M.C. passed a paper to Albert. <Ah, that is really original.> said Beauchamp.”

The young men looked at each other; they did not know if it was a comedy M.C. was playing, but every word he uttered had such an air of simplicity, that it was impossible to suppose what he said was false – besides, why whould he tell a falsehood?”

<Eu, em minha qualidade de jornalista, abro-lhe todos os teatros.>

<Obrigado, senhor,> respondeu M.C., <meu mordomo tem ordens para comprar um camarote em cada teatro.>

<O seu mordomo é também um núbio?> perguntou Debray.

<Não, ele é um homem do campo europeu, se um córsico for considerado europeu. Mas você o conhece, M. de Morcerf.>

<Seria aquele excepcional Sr. Bertuccio, que entende de reservar janelas tão bem?>

<Sim, você o viu o dia que eu tive a honra de recebê-lo; ele tem sido soldado, bandido – de fato, tudo. Eu não teria tanta certeza de que nesse meio-tempo ele não teve problemas com a polícia por alguma briguinha qualquer – uma punhalada com uma faca, p.ex.>”

Eu tenho algo melhor que isso; tenho uma escrava. Vocês procuram suas mulheres em óperas, o Vaudeville, ou as Variedades; eu comprei a minha em Constantinopla; me custa mais, mas não tenho do que reclamar.”

It was the portrait of a young woman of 5-or-6-and-20, with a dark complexion, and light and lustrous eyes, veiled beneath long lashes. She wore the picturesque costume of the Catalan fisher-women, a red and black bodice and golden pins in her hair. She was looking at the sea, and her form was outlined on the blue ocean and sky. The light was so faint in the room that Albert did not perceive the pallor that spread itself over the count’s visage, or the nervous heaving of his chest and shoulders. Silence prevailed for an instant, during which M.C. gazed intently on the picture. § <You have there a most charming mistress, viscount,> said the count in a perfectly calm tone”

Ah, monsieur, returned Albert, You do not know my mother; she it is whom you see here. She had her portrait painted thus 6 or 8 years ago. This costume is a fancy one, it appears, and the resemblance is so great that I think I still see my mother the same as she was in 1830. The countess had this portrait painted during the count’s absence.”

The picture seems to have a malign influence, for my mother rarely comes here without looking at it, weeping. This disagreement is the only one that has ever taken place between the count and countess, who are still as much united, although married more than 20 years, as on the 1st day of their wedding.”

Your are somewhat blasé. I know, and family scenes have not much effect on Sinbad the Sailor, who has seen so much many others.”

These are our arms, that is, those of my father, but they are, as you see, joined to another shield, which has gules, a silver tower, which are my mother’s. By her side I am Spanish, but the family of Morcerf is French, and, I have heard, one of the oldest of the south of France.”

<Yes, you are at once from Provence and Spain; that explains, if the portrait you showed me be like, the dark hue I so much admired on the visage of the noble Catalan.> It would have required the penetration of Oedipus or the Sphinx to have divined the irony the count concealed beneath these words, apparently uttered with the greatest politeness.”

A gentleman of high birth, possessor of an ample fortune, you have consented to gain your promotion as an obscure soldier, step by step – this is uncommon; then become general, peer of France, commander of the Legion of Honor, you consent to again commence a 2nd apprenticeship, without any other hope or any other desire than that of one day becoming useful to your fellow-creatures”

Precisely, monsieur, replied M.C. with ne of those smiles that a painter could never represent or a physiologist analyze.”

He was even paler than Mercedes.”

<And what do you suppose is the coun’s age?> inquired Mercedes, evidently attaching great importance to this question.

<35 or 36, mother.>

<So young, – it is impossible>”

The young man, standing up before her, gazed upon her with that filial affection which is so tender and endearing with children whose mothers are still young and handsome.”

I confess, I am not very desirous of a visit from the commisary of police, for, in Italy, justice is only paid when silent – in France she is paid only when she speaks.”

he has smitten with the sword, and he has perished by the sword”

while he stamped with his feet to remove all traces of his occupation, I rushed on him and plunged my knife into his breast, exclaiming, – <I am Giovanni Bertuccio; thy death for my brother’s; thy treasure for his widow; thou seest that my vengeance is more complete than I had hoped.> I know not if he heard these words; I think he did not for he fell without a cry.”

that relaxation of the laws which always follows a revolution.”

he who is about to commit an assassination fancies that he hears low cries perpetually ringing in his ears. 2 hours passed thus, during which I imagined I heard moans repeatedly.”

too great care we take of our bodies is the only obstacle to the success of those projects which require rapid decision, and vigorous and determined execution.”

No, no; but philosophy at half-past ten at night is somewhat late; yet I have no other observation to make, for what you say is correct, which is more than can be said for all philosophy.”

<heaven will bless you.>

<This, said M.C., is less correct than your philosophy, – it is only faith.>”

red is either altogether good or altogether bad.”

I do not like open doors when it thunders.”

the ocean called eterny”

For all evils there are 2 remedies – time and silence.”

Eu não tenho medo de fantasmas, e nunca ouvi falar de mortos terem causado tanto dano em 6 mil anos quanto os vivos num só dia.”

<It seems, sir steward,> said he <that you have yet to learn that all things are to be sold to such as care to pay the price.>

<His excellency is not, perhaps, aware that M. Danglars gave 16.000 francs for his horses?>

<Very well. Then offer him double that sum; a banker never loses an opportunity of doubling his capital.>”

you have been in my service 1 year, the time I generally give myself to judge of the merits or demerits of those about me.”

I am rich enough to know whatever I desire to know, and I can promise you I am not wanting in curiosity.”

<I assure your excellency,> said he, <that at least it shall be my study to merit your approbation in all things, and I will take M. Ali as my model.>

<By no means,> replied the count in the most frigid tones; <Ali has many faults mixed with most excellent qualities. He cannot possibly serve you as a pattern for your conduct, not being, as you are, a paid servant, but a mere slave – a dog, who, should he fail in his duty towards me, I should not discharge from my service, but kill.> Baptistin opened his eyes with astonishment.”

<Does the sum you have for them make the animals less beautiful,> inquired the count, shrugging his shoulders.”

I see; to your domestics you are <my lord,> the journalists style you <monsieur,> while your constituents call you <citizen>. These are distinctions very suitable under a constitutional government. I understand perfectly.”

I have acquired the bad habit of calling peorsons by their titles from living in a country where barons are still barons by right of birth.”

<My dear sir, if a trifle [ninharia] like that could suffice me, I should never have given myself the trouble of opening an account. A million? Excuse my smiling when you speak of a sum I am in the habit of carrying in my pocket-book or dressing-case.> And with these words M.C. took from his pocket a small case cantaining his visiting-cards and drew forth 2 orders on the treasury for 500.000 francs each, payable at sight to the bearer.”

I must confess to you, count, said Danglars, that I have hitherto imagined myself acquainted with the degree of all the great fortunes of Europe, and still wealth such as yours has been wholly unknown t me. May I presume to ask whether you have long possessed it?”

I have passed a considerable part of my life in the East, madame, and you are doubtless aware that the Orientals value only two things – the fine breeding of their horses and the beauty of their women.”

a woman will often, from mere wilfulness, prefer that which is dangerous to that which is safe. Therefore, in my opinion, my dear baron, the best and easiest way is to leave them to their fancies, and allow them to act as they please, and then, if any mischief follows, why, at least, they have no one to blame but themselves.”


“Debray, who perceived the gathering clouds, and felt no desire to witness the explosion of Madame Danglars’ rage, suddenly recollected an appointment, which compelled him to take his leave”

How grateful will M. de Villefort be for all your goodness; how thanfully will he acknowledge that to you alone he owes the existence of his wife and child!”

hated by many, but warmly supported by others, without being really liked by anybody, M. de Villefort held a high position in the magistracy, and maintened his eminence like a Harley or a Mole.” “A freezing politeness, a strict fidelity to government principles, a profound comtempt for theories and theorists, a deep-seated hatred of ideality, – these were the elements of private and public life displayed by M. de Villefort.”

<Finja pensar bem de si mesmo, e o mundo pensará bem de você,> um axioma 100x mais útil na sociedade hoje que aquele dos gregos, <Conhece-te a ti mesmo,> uma sabedoria que, em nosso dias, nós substituímos pela ciência menos complicada e mais vantajosa de conhecer os outros.”

4 revoluções sucessivas construíram e cimentaram o pedestal sobre o qual sua fortuna se baseia”

Ele deu bailes todos os anos, nos quais não aparecia por mais que ¼ de hora, – ou seja, 45min a menos do que o rei é visível em seus bailes. Nunca fôra visto em teatros, em concertos ou em qualquer lugar público de divertimento. Ocasionalmente, aliás raramente, chegava a jogar Whist, e ainda assim cuidado era tomado para selecionar os jogadores corretos – certas vezes se tratavam de embaixadores, outras, arcebispos; ou quem sabe um príncipe, ou um presidente, talvez alguma duquesa pensionista.”

From being slender he had now become meagre; once pale he was now yellow; his deep-set eyes were hollow, and the gold spectacles shielding his eyes seemed to be an integral portion of his face.”

<well sir, really, if, like you, I had nothing else to do, I should seek a more amusing occupation.>

<man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? – do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?>

It was a long time since the magisrate had heard a paradox so strong, or rather, to say the truth more exactly, it was the 1st time he had ever heard of it.”

it is with the justice of all countries especially that I have occupied myself – it is with the criminal procedure of all nations that I have compared natural justice, and I must say, sir, that it is the law of primitive nations, that is, the law of retaliation, that I have most frequently found to be according to the law of God.” “The English, Turkish, Japanese, Hindu laws, are as familiar to me as the French laws, and thus I was right, when I said to you, that relatively (you know that everything is relative, sir) – that relatively to what I have done, you have very little to do; but that relatively to all I have learned, you have yet a great deal to learn.”

I see that in spite of the reputation which you have acquired as a superior man, you look at everything from the material and vulgar view of society, beginning with man, and ending with man – that is to say, in the most restricted, most narrow view which it is possible for human understanding to embrace.”

Tobias took the angel who restored him to light for an ordinary young man. The nations took Attila, who was doomed to destroy them, for a conqueror similar to other conquerors, and it was necessary for both to reveal their missions, that they might be known and acknowledged”

It is not usual with us corrupted wretches of civilization to find gentlemen like yourself, possessors, as you are, of immense fortune – at least, so it is said – and I beg you to observe that I do not inquire, I merely repeat; – it is not usual, I say, for such privileged and wealthy beings to waste their time in speculations on the state of society, in philosophical reveries, intended at best to console those whom fate has disinherited from the goods of this world.”

The domination of kings are limited either by mountains or rivers, or a change of manners, or an alteration of language. My kingdom is bounded only by the world, for I am not an Italian, or a Frenchman, or a Hindu, or an American, or a Spaniard – I am a cosmopolite. No country can say it saw my birth. God alone knows what country will see me die. I adopt all customs, speak all languages. You believe me to be a Frenchman, for I speak French with the same facility and purity as yourself. Well, Ali, my Nubian, believes me to be an Arab; Bertuccio, my steward, takes me for a Roman; Haidée, my slave, thinks me a Greek. You may, therefore, comprehend, that being of no country, asking no protection from any government, acknowledging no man as my brother, not one of the scruples that arrest the powerful, or the obstacles which paralyze the weak, paralyzes or arrests me. I have only 2 adversaries – I will not say 2 conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, – they are time and distance. There is a 3rd, and the most terrible – that is my condition asa mortal being, this alone can stop me in my onward career, before I have attained the goal at which I aim, for all the rest I have reduced to mathematical terms. What men call the chances of fate – namey, ruin, change, circumstances – I have fully anticipated, and if any of these should overtake me, yet it will not overwhelm me. Unless I die, I shall always be what I am, and therefore it is that I utter the things you have never heard, even from the mouths of kings – for kings have need, and oher persons have fear of you. For who is there who does not say to himself, in a society as incongruously organized as ours, <Perhaps some day I shall have to do with the king’s attorney>?”

we no longer talk, we rise to dissertation.” Engraçada inversão de sentido em relação ao Prefácio da Enciclopédia francesa, que vê nisso o fato de um monólogo cego, nada nobre.

Eu desejo ser a Providência eu mesmo, porque eu sinto que a coisa mais bela, nobre, mais sublime de todas no mundo, é recompensar e punir.”

o filho de Deus é tão invisível quanto o pai.”

<(…) Tudo o que eu posso fazer por você é torná-lo um dos agentes dessa Providência.> A barganha estava concluída. Devo sacrificar minh’alma, mas que importa afinal? Se fosse para fazer tudo de novo, faria de novo.” Villefort olhou o Conde de Monte Cristo admiradíssimo. “Conde, você tem parentes?”

Não, senhor, estou só no mundo.”

Oh, tanto pior.”

há algo que temer além da morte, da velhice e da loucura. P.ex., existe a apoplexia – aquele raio que atinge-o mas sem destruir, mas que de certo modo leva tudo a um fim.” “a ruptura de uma veia no lobo cerebral destruiu tudo isso, não num dia, não numa hora, mas num segundo. Noirtier, que, na noite anterior, era o velho jacobino, o velho senador, o velho Carbonaro, gargalhando à guilhotina, ao canhão, e à adaga – este Noirtier, jogando com revoluções – Monsieur Noirtier, para quem a França era um vasto tabuleiro de xadrez, de onde peões, bispos, cavaleiros e rainhas eram contìnuamente varridos, até o xeque-mate do rei – M.N., o formidável, era, na manhã seguinte, <o pobre N.,> o velho frágil, sob os ternos cuidados da mais fraca das criaturas da casa, i.e., sua neta, Valentina” Nunca chame uma mulher de fraca antes d’a vingança estar completada!

Cem escriores desde Sócrates, Sêneca, St. Agostinho,e Gall, fizeram, em verso e prosa, a comparação que você fez, e ainda assim eu posso mui bem deduzir que os sofrimentos paternos devem causar grandes transformações na mente de um filho.”

Valentina, a filha do meu primeiro casamento – com senhorita Renée de St.-Meran – e Eduardo, o garoto que você hoje salvou.”

<Meu palpite é,> respondeu V., <que meu pai, conduzido por suas paixões; cometeu algumas faltas desconhecidas para a justiça humana, mas marcadas na justiça de Deus. Esse Deus, desejoso em sua misericórdia de punir uma pessoa e mais ninguém, fez justiça nele tão-somente.> O Conde de Monte Cristo, com um sorriso nos lábios, emitiu, das profundezas de sua alma, um grunhido que teria feito V. voar se ao menos tivesse escutado.”

Sua atitude, embora natural para uma mulher oriental, seria, numa européia, confundida com algo emanando luxúria demais.” “E, para completar o quadro, Haidée se encontrava em plena primavera e no auge dos charmes da juventude – ela ainda não tinha ultrapassado os 20 verões.”

Nunca vi ninguém que eu preferisse a você, e nunca amei qualquer um, exceto você e meu pai.”

não é a árvore que abandona a flor – é a flor que cai da árvore.”

Meu pai tinha uma grande barba branca, mas eu o amava; ele tinha 60, mas para mim era mais bonito que qualquer jovem que já tivesse contemplado.”

Acredite: quando 3 grandes paixões, tristeza, amor e gratidão, preenchem o coração, ennui não tem lugar.”

Juventude é a flor da qual amor é o fruto; feliz é aquele que, depois de assistir seu silencioso crescimento, é o felizardo a pegar o fruto e chamá-lo seu.” Píndaro

Havia um estúdio para Emmanuel, que nunca estudava, e uma sala de concertos para Júlia, que nunca tocava.”

Morrel, ao morrer, deixou 500 mil francos, que foram partilhados entre mim e minha irmã, seus únicos descendentes.”

Oh, it was touching superstition, monsieur, and although I did not myself believe it, I would not for the world have destroyed my father’s faith. How often did he muse over it and pronounce the name of a dear friend – a friend lost to him forever; and on his death-bed, when the near approach of eternity seemed to have illumined his mind with supernatural light, this thought, which had until then been but a doubt, became a conviction and his last words were, <Maximilian, it was Edmond Dantes!> At these words the count’s paleness, which had for some time been increasing, became alarming; he could not speak”

M. Franz is not expected to return home for a year to come, I am told; in that time many favorable and unforeseen chances may befriend us.”

Valentine, while reproaching me with selfishness, think a little what you have been to me – the beautiful but cold resemblance of a marble Venus. What promise of future reward have you made me for all the submission and obedience I have evinced? – none whatever.”

The general remark is, <Oh, it cannot be excepcted that one of so stern a character as M. Villefort could lavish the tenderness some fathers do on their daughters. What though she has lost her own mother at a tender age, she has had tha happiness to find a 2nd mother in Madame de Ville.” “my father abandons me from utter indifference, while my mother-in-law detests me with a hatred so much the more terrible because it is veiled beneath a continual smile.”

I do not know; but, though unwilling to introduce money matters into our present conversation, I will just say this much – that her extreme dislike to me has its origin there; and I much fear she envies me the fortime I enjoy in right of my mother, and wich will be more than doubled at the death of M. and Mme. de Saint-Meran, whose sole heiress I am.”

no one could oppose him; he is all-powerful even with the king; he would crush you at a word.”

I am, for many reasons, not altogether so much beneath your alliance. The days when such distinctions were so nicely weighed and considered no longer exist in France, and the 1st families of the monarchy have intermarried with those of the empire. The aristocracy of the lance has allied itself with the nobility of the cannon.”

Don’t speak of Marseilles, I beg of your, Maximilian; that one word brings back my mother to my recollection – my angel mother, who died too soon for myself, and all who knew her.”

<Tell me truly, Maximilian, wether in former days, when our fathers dwelt at Marseilles, there was ever any misunderstanding between them?>

<Not that I am aware of,> replied the young man, <unless; indeed, any ill-feeling might have arisen from their being of opposite parties – your father was, as you know, a zealous partisan of the Bourbons, while mine was wholly devoted to the emperor>”

How singular, murmured Maximilian; your father hates me, while your grandfather, on the contrary – What strange feelings are aroused by politics.”

<And Monsieur de Monte Cristo, King of China, Emperor of Cochin-China,> said the young im[p][ertinent]”

And that is the case, observed Count of Monte Cristo. I have seen Russians devour, without being visibly inconvenienced, vegetable substances which would infallibly have killed a Neapolitan or an Arab.”

Well, supose that this poison was brucine, and you were to take a milligramme the 1st day, 2mg the 2nd, and so on. Well, at the end of 10 days you would have taken a centigramme [+40mg, cumulativamente], at the end of 20 days, increasing another mg, you would have taken 300 centigrammes [?]; that is to say, a dose which you would support without inconvenience, and which would be very dangerous for any other person who had not taken the same precautions as yourself. Well, then, at the end of a month, when drinking water from the same carafe, you would kill the person who drank with you, without your perceiving, otherwise than from slight inconvenience, that there was any poisonous substance mingles with this water.”

<I have often read, and read again, the history of Mithridates,> said Mme. de Villefort in a tone of reflection, <and had always considered it a fable.>

<No, madame, contrary to most history, it is true (…)>

<True, sir. The 2 favorite studies of my youth were botany and mineralogy, and subsequently when I learned the use of simple frequency explained the whole history of a people, and the entire life of individuals in the East, as flowers betoken and symbolize a love affair, I have regretted, that I was not a man, that I might have been a Flamel¹, a Fontana², or a Cabanis³.>

<And the more, madame,> said Counf of Monte Cristo, <as the Orientals do not confine themselves, as did Mithridates, to make a cuirass [escudo; proteção; couraça] of the poisons, but they also made them a dagger.>”

¹ Alquimista dos séc. XIV-XV.

² Médico italiano do séc. XVIII, autor, nas décadas 60, 70 e 80, de tratados pioneiros em toxicologia, como Ricerche fisiche sopra il veleno della vipera.

³ Médico e filósofo francês, contemporâneo de Fontana. De saúde frágil, era um médico que pesquisava muito e não clinicava, sendo portanto quase um metafísico da fisiologia. Suas idéias podem ser consideradas de uma amplitude tal que é, ainda, um psicólogo pré-Psicologia. Seu conceito de Vontade vital influenciaria fortemente Schopenhauer. Magnum opus: Lettre sur les causes premières (1824).

With opium, belladonna, brucaea, snake-wood¹, and the cherry-laurel², they put to sleep all who stand in their way. There is not one of those women, Egyptian, Turkish, or Greek, whom here you call <good women>, who do not know how, by means of chemistry, to stupefy a doctor, and in psychology to amaze a confessor.”

¹ Planta do gênero acácia comum em desertos do Oriente Médio e Austrália.

² Planta originária da vegetação costeira do Mar Morto.

the secret dramas of the East begin with a love philtre and end with a death potion – begin with paradise and end with – hell. There are as many elixirs of every kind as there are caprices and peculiarities in the physical and moral nature of humanity”

A man can easily be put out of the way there, then; it is, indeed, The Bagdad and Bassora of the <Thousand and One Nights>.”

at your theatres, by what at least I could judge by reading the pieces they play, they see persons swallow the contents of a phial, or suck the button of a ring, and fall dead instantly. 5 minutes afterwards the curtain falls, and the spectators depart. They are ignorant of the consequences of the murder; they see neither the police commissary with his badge of office, nor the corporal with his 4 men; and so the poor fools believe that the whole thing is as easy as lying. But go a little way from France – go either to Aleppo or Cairo, or only to Naples or Rome, and you will see people passing by you in the streets – people erect, smiling, and fresh-colored, of whom Asmodeus, if you were holding on by the skirt of his mantle, would say, <That man was poisoned 3 weeks ago; he will be a dead man in a month.>”

Ah, but madame, does mankind ever lose anything? The arts change about and make a tour of the world; things take a different name, and the vulgar do not follow them (…) Poisons at particularly on some organ or another – one on the stomach, another on the brain, another on the intestines. Well, the poison brings on a cough, the cough an inflammation of the lungs, or some other complaint catalogued in the book of science, which, however, by no means precludes it from being decidedly mortal; and if it were not, would be sure to become so, thanks to the remedies applied by foolish doctors, who are generally bad chemists, and which will act in favor of or against the malady, as you please; and then there is a human being killed according to all the rules of art and skill, and of whom justice learns nothing, as was said by a terrible chemist of my acquaintance, the worthy Abbé Adelmonte of Taormina, in Sicily, who has studied these national phenomena very profoundly.”

I thought, I must confess, that these tales, were inventions of the Middle Ages.”

What procureur has ever ventured to draw up an accusation against M. Magendie or M. Flourens², in consequence of the rabbits, cats, and guinea-pigs they have killed? – not one. So, then, the rabbit dies, and justice takes no notice. This rabbit dead, the Abbé Adelmonte has its entrails taken out by his cook and thrown on the dunghill; on this dunghill is a hen, who, pecking these intestines, is in her turn taken ill, and dies next day. At the moment when she is struggling in the convulsions of death, a vulture [espécie de urubu ou abutre] is flying by (there are a good many vultures in Adelmonte’s country); this bird darts on the dead fowl, and carries it away to a rock, where it dines off its prey. Three days afterwards, this poor vulture, which has been very much indisposed since that dinner, suddenly feels very giddly while flying aloft in the clouds, and falls heavily into a fish-pond. The pike, eels, and carp eat greedily always, as everybody knows – well, they feast on the vulture. Now suppose that next day, one of these eels, or pike, or carp, poisoned the fourth remove, is served up at your table. Well, then, your guest will be poisoned at fifth remove, and die, at the end of 8 or 10 days, of pains in the intestines, sickness, or abscess of the pylorus [piloro; músculo entre o estômago e o duodeno]. The doctors open the body and say with an air of profound learning, <The subject has died of a tumor on the liver, or of typhoid fever!>”

¹ Médico do XIX, vivisseccionista célebre pela radicalidade de seus experimentos, que chocaram até mesmo a comunidade científica de um período ainda não tão eticamente regulamentado quanto hoje.

² Médico do XIX especialista em anestesia; diferente de Gall, seu precursor em frenologia, utilizou animais como cobaias para fazer detalhadas comprovações.

But, she exclaimed, suddenly, arsenic is indelible, indestructible; in whatsoever way it is absorbed it will be found again in the body of the victim from the moment when it has been taken in sufficient quantity to cause death.”

<The fowl has not been poisoned – she had died of apoplexy. Apoplexy is a rare disease among fowls, I believe, but very commong among men.> Madame de Villefort appeared more and more thoughtful.

<It is very fortunate,> she observed, <that such substances could only be prepared by chemists; otherwise, all the world would be poisoning each other.>

<By chemists and persons who have a taste for chemistry,> said the Count of Monte Cristo caressly.”

The Orientals are stronger than we are in cases of conscience, and, very prudently, have no hell – that is the point.”

O lado ruim do pensamento humano vai ser sempre definido pelo paradoxo de Jean Jacques Rousseau – você deve saber, – o mandarim que é morto a 200km de distância por erguer a ponta do dedo. A vida inteira o homem passa fazendo essas coisas, e seu intelecto se exaure refletindo sobre elas. Você achará pouquíssimas pessoas que irão e enfiarão uma faca brutalmente no coração de seu companheiro ou irmão, ou que administrariam nele, para fazê-lo sumir da face da terra tão animada de vida, essa quantidade de arsênico de que falamos agora há pouco. Uma coisa dessas está realmente fora do normal – é excêntrico ou estúpido. Para chegar a esse ponto, o sangue deve ferver a 36º, o pulso deve estar, pelo menos, a 90, e os sentimentos, excitados além do limite ordinário.”

Thus Richard III, for instance, was marvellously served by his conscience after the putting away of the 2 children of Edward IV; in fact, he could say, <These 2 children of a cruel and persecuting king, who have inherited the vices of their father, which I alone could perceive in their juvenile propensities – these 2 children are impediments in my way of promoting the happiness of the English people, whose unhappiness they (the children) would infallibly have caused.> Thus was Lady Macbeth served by her conscience, when she sought to give her son, and not her husband (whatever Shakespeare may say), a throne. Ah, maternal love is a great virtue, a powerful motive – so powerful that it excuses a multitude of things, even if, after Duncan’s death, Lady Macbeth had been at all pricked by her conscience.”

Madame de Villefort listened with avidity to these appaling maxims and horrible paradoxes, delivered by the count with that ironical simplicity which was peculiar to him.”

As for me, so nervous, and so subject to fainting fits, I should require a Dr. Adelmonte to invent for me some means of breathing freely and tranquilizing my mind, in the fear I have of dying some fine day of suffocation.”

Only remember 1 thing – a small dose is a remedy, a large one is poison. 1 drop will restore life, as you have seen; 5 or 6 will inevitably kill, and in a way the more terrible inasmuch as, poured into a glass of wine, it would not in the slightest degree affect its flavor.”

He is a very strange man, and in my opinion is himself the Adelmonte he talks about.”

* * *

To no class of persons is the presentation of a gratuitous opera-box more acceptable than to the wealthy millionaire, who still hugs economy while boasting of carrying a king’s ransom in his waistcoat pocket.”

No, for that very ressemblance affrights me; I should have liked something more in the manner of the Venus of Milo or Capua; but this chase-loving Diana continually surrounded by her nymphs gives me a sort of alarm lest she should some day bring on me the fate of Acteon.” “she was beautiful, but her beauty was of too marked and decided a character to please a fastidious taste; her hair was raven black, but its natural waves seemed somewhat rebellious; her eyes of the same color as her hair, were surmounted by well-arched bows, whose great defect, however, consisted in an almost habitual frown, while her whole physiognomy wore that expression of firmness and decision so little in accordance with the gentler attributes of her sex”

But that which completed the almost masculine look Morcerf found so little to his taste, was a dark mole, of much larger dimensions than these freaks of nature generally are, placed just at the corner of her mouth” “She was a perfect linguist, a 1st-rate artist, wrote poetry, professed to be entirely devoted, following it with an indefatigable perseverance, assisted by a schoolfellow” “It was rumored that she was an object of almost paternal interest to one of the principal composers of the day, who excited her to spare no pains in the cultivation of her voice, which might hereafter prove a source of wealth and independence.”

Why, said Albert, he was talked about for a week; then the coronation of the queen of England took place, followed by the theft of Mademoiselle Mars’ diamonds; and so people talked of something else.”

He seems to have a mania for diamonds, and I verily believe that, like Potenkin, he keeps his pockets filled, for the sake of strewing them along the road, as Tom Thumb did his flint stones.”

No, no! exclaimed Debray; that girl is not his wife: he told us himself she was his slave. Do you not recollect, Morcerf, his telling us so at your breakfast?”

Ah, essa música, como produção humana, cantada por bípedes sem penas, está boa o bastante, para citar o velho Diógenes”

<quando eu desejo ouvir sons mais requintadamente consoantes com a melodia do que o ouvido mortal seria capaz de escutar, eu vou dormir.>

<Então durma aqui, meu querido conde. As condições são favoráveis; para o que mais inventaram a ópera?>

<Não, obrigado. Sua orquestra é muito barulhenta. Para dormir da maneira de que falo, calma e silêncio absolutos são precisos, e ainda certa preparação>–

<Eu sei – o famoso haxixe!>

<Precisamente. Destarte, meu querido visconde, sempre que quiser ser regalado com música de verdade, venha e jante comigo.>”

Haidée, cujo espírito parecia centrado nos negócios do palco, como todas as naturezas sem sofisticação, se deliciava com qualquer coisa que se insinuasse aos olhos ou aos ouvidos.”

Você observou, disse a Condessa G—— a Albert, que voltou para o seu lado, esse homem não faz nada como as outras pessoas; ele escuta com grande devoção o 3º ato de <Robert le Diable>, e quando começa o 4º ato, sai de contínuo.”

desinteresse é o raio mais rilhante em que uma espada nobre pode refletir.”

Ah, Haitians, – that is quite another thing! Haitians are the écarte of French stock-jobbing. We may like bouillote, delight in whist, be enraptured with boston, and yet grow tired of them all; but we always come back to écarte – it’s not only a game, it is a hors-d’oeuvre! M. Danglars sold yesterday at 405, and pockets 300.000 francs. Had he but waited till to-day, the price would have fallen to 205, and instead of gaining 300.000 francs, he would have lost 20 or 25.000.”

Você sabe que com banqueiros nada a não ser um documento escrito será válido.”

é cansativo bancar sempre o Manfredo. Eu desejo que minha vida seja livre e aberta.”

Você ouviu – Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti – um homem que figura entre os nobres mais antigos de Itália, cujo nome foi celebrado no 10º canto do <Inferno> por Dante”

The acquaintances one makes in travelling have a sort of claim on one, they everywhere expect to receive the attention which you once paid them by chance, as though the civilities of a passing hour were likely to awaken any lasting interest in favor of the man in whose society you may happen to be thrown in the course of your journey.”

<Yes, he is to marry Mademoiselle de Villefort.>

<Indeed?>

<And you know I am to marry Mademoiselle Danglars,> said Albert, laughing.

<You smile.>

<Yes.>

<Why do you do so?>

<I smile because there appears to me to be about as much inclination for the consummation of the engagement in question as there is for my own. But really, my dear count, We are talking as much of women as they do of us; it is unpardonable>”

My servants seem to imitate those you sometimes see in a play, who, because they have only a word to say, aquit themselves in the most awkward manner possible.”

I should like you 100x better if, by your intervention, I could manage to remain a bachelor, even were it only for 10 years.”

Lucullus dines with Lucullus” ou o banquete-para-um.

Você deve saber que na França são muito particulares nesses pontos; não é o bastante, como na Itália, ir até o padre e dizer <Nós amamos 1 ao outro, e queremos que você nos case.> Casamento é um negócio civil na França, e a fim de se casar da maneira ortodoxa você precisa de papéis que estabeleçam inegavelmente sua identidade.”

<But what shall I wear?>

<What you find in your trunks.>

<In my trunks? I have but one portmanteau [mala].>

<I dare say you have nothing else with you. What is the use of losing one’s self with so many things? Besides an old soldier always likes to march with as little baggage as possible.>”

<Exactly so. Now, as I have never known any Sinbad, with the exception of the one celebrated in the ‘1001 Nights’>–

<Well, it is one of his descendants, and a great friend of mine; he is a very rich Englishman, eccentric almost to insanity, and his real name is Lord Wilmore.>”

I have, therefore, received a very good education, and have been treated by those kidnappers very much as the slaves were treated in Asia Minor, whose masters made them grammarians, doctors, and philosophers, in order that they might fetch a higher price in the Roman market.”

Você não pode controlar as circunstâncias, meu caro; <o homem propõe, e Deus dispõe>.”

<Does Mademoiselle Danglars object to this marriage with Monsieur de Morcerf on account of loving another?>

<I told you I was not on terms of strict intimacy with Eugenie.>

<Yes, but girls tell each other secrets without being particularly intimate; own, now, that you did question her on the subject. Ah, I see you are smiling.>”

She told me that she loved no one, said Valentine; that she disliked the idea of being married; that she would infinitely prefer leading an independent and unfettered life; and that she almost wished her father might lose his fortune; that she might become an artist, like her friend, Mademoiselle Louise d’Armilly.”

I never saw more simple tastes united to greater magnificence. His smile is so sweet when he addresses me, that I forget it ever can be bitter to others. Ah, Valentine, tell me, if he ever looked on you with one of those sweet smiles?”

Has the sun done anything for me? No, he warms me with his rays, and it is by his light that I see you – nothing more. Has such and such a perfume done anything for me? No; its odors charms one of my senses – that is all I can say when I am asked why I praise it. My friendship for him is as strange and unaccountable as his for me.”

A man who accustoms himself to live in such a world of poetry and imagination must find far too little excitement in a common, every-day sort of attachment such as ours.”

O que você está me dizendo? 900 mil francos? Essa é uma soma que poderia ser lamentada mesmo por um filósofo!”

Flora, a jovial e sorridente deusa dos jardineiros”

O Conde de Monte Cristo tinha visto o bastante. Todo homem tem uma paixão arrebatadora em seu coração, como cada fruta tem seu verme; a do homem-do-telégrafo era a horticultura.”

these Italians are well-named and badly dressed.”

I have only heard that an emperor of China had an oven built expressly, and that in this oven 12 jars like this were successively baked. 2 broke, from the heat of the fire; the other 10 were sunk 300 fathoms deep into the sea. The sea, knowing what was required of her, threw over them her weeds, encircled them with coral, and encrusted them with shells; the whole was cemented by 200 years beneath these almost impervious depths, for a revolution carried away the emperor who wished to make the trial, and only left the documents proving the manufacture of the jars and their descent into the sea. At the end of 200 years the documents were found, and they thought of bringing up the jars. Divers descended in machines, made expressly on the discovery, into the bay where they were thrown; but of 10 3 only remained, the rest having been broken by the waves.”

<Stop! You are in a shocking hurry to be off – you forget one of my guests. Lean a little to the left. Stay! look at M. Andrea Cavalcanti, the young man in a black coat, looking at Murillo’s Madonna; now he is turning.> This time Bertuccio would have uttered an exclamation had not a look from the Count of Monte Cristo silenced him. <Benedetto?> he muttered; <fatality!>”

you will admit that, when arrived at a certain degree of fortune, the superfluities of life are all that can be desired; and the ladies will allow that, after having risen to a certain eminence of position, the ideal alone can be more exalted.”

For example, you see these 2 fish; 1 brought from 50 leagues beyond St. Petersburg, the other 4 leagues from Naples. Is it not amusing to see them both on the same table?”

<Exactly: 1 comes from the Volga, and the other from Lake Fusaro.>

<Impossible!> cried all the guests simultaneously.

<Well, this is just what amuses me,> said the Count of Monte Cristo. <I am like Nero – cupitor impossibilium; and that is what is amusing you at this moment. This fish which seems so exquisite to you is very likely no better than perch or salmon; but it seemed impossible to procure it, and here it is.>”

<Pliny relates that they sent slaves from Ostia to Rome, who carried on their heads fish which he calls the muslus, and which, from the description, must probably be the goldfish. It was also considered a luxury to have them alive, it being an amusing sight to see them die, for, when dying, they chance color 3 or 4 times, and like the rainbow when it disappears, pass through all the prismatic shades, after which they were sent to the kitchen. Their agony formed part of their merit – if they were not seen alive, they were despised when dead.>

<Yes,> said Debray, <but then Ostia is only a few leagues from Rome.>

<True,> said the Count of Monte Cristo; <but what would be the use of living 18×100 years after Lucullus, if we can do no better than he could?>”

Elisabeth de Rossan, Marquise de Ganges, was one of the famous women of the court of Louis XIV where she was known as <La Belle Provençale>. She was the widow of the Marquise de Castellane when she married de Ganges, and having the misfortune to excite the enmity of her new brothers-in-law, was forced by them to take poison; and they finished her off with pistol and dagger.”

<Can you imagine>, said the Count of Monte Crisato, <some Othello or Abbé de Ganges, one stormy night, descending these stairs step by step, carrying a load, which he wishes to hide from the sight of man, if not from God?> Madame Danglars half fainted on the arm of Villefort, who was obliged to support himself against the wall.”

<What is done to infanticides in this country?> asked Major Cavalcanti innocently.

<Oh, their heads are soon cut off>, said Danglars.

<Ah, indeed?> said Cavalcanti.

<I think so, am I not right, M. de Villefort?> asked the Count of Monte Cristo.

<Yes, count>, replied Villefort, in a voice now scarcely human.”

Simpleton symptons

Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, presages some misfortune to the world.”

She dreamed Don Carlos had returned to Spain; she believes in dreams. It is magnetism, she says, and when she dreams a thing it is sure to happen, she assures me.”

I make three assortments in fortune—first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate fortunes. I call those first-rate which are composed of treasures one possesses under one’s hand, such as mines, lands, and funded property, in such states as France, Austria, and England, provided these treasures and property form a total of about a hundred millions; I call those second-rate fortunes, that are gained by manufacturing enterprises, joint-stock companies, viceroyalties, and principalities, not drawing more than 1,500,000 francs, the whole forming a capital of about fifty millions; finally, I call those third-rate fortunes, which are composed of a fluctuating capital, dependent upon the will of others, or upon chances which a bankruptcy involves or a false telegram shakes, such as banks, speculations of the day—in fact, all operations under the influence of greater or less mischances, the whole bringing in a real or fictitious capital of about fifteen millions. I think this is about your position, is it not?”

We have our clothes, some more splendid than others,—this is our credit; but when a man dies he has only his skin; in the same way, on retiring from business, you have nothing but your real principal of about five or six millions, at the most; for third-rate fortunes are never more than a fourth of what they appear to be, like the locomotive on a railway, the size of which is magnified by the smoke and steam surrounding it. Well, out of the five or six millions which form your real capital, you have just lost nearly two millions, which must, of course, in the same degree diminish your credit and fictitious fortune; to follow out my s[i]mile, your skin has been opened by bleeding, and this if repeated three or four times will cause death—so pay attention to it, my dear Monsieur Danglars. Do you want money? Do you wish me to lend you some?

I have made up the loss of blood by nutrition. I lost a battle in Spain, I have been defeated in Trieste, but my naval army in India will have taken some galleons, and my Mexican pioneers will have discovered some mine.”

to involve me, three governments must crumble to dust.”

Well, such things have been.”

That there should be a famine!”

Recollect the seven fat and the seven lean kine.”

Or, that the sea should become dry, as in the days of Pharaoh, and even then my vessels would become caravans.”

So much the better. I congratulate you, my dear M. Danglars,” said Monte Cristo; “I see I was deceived, and that you belong to the class of second-rate fortunes.”

the sickly moons which bad artists are so fond of daubing into their pictures of ruins.”

But all the Italians are the same; they are like old Jews when they are not glittering in Oriental splendor.”

my opinion, I say, is, that they have buried their millions in corners, the secret of which they have transmitted only to their eldest sons, who have done the same from generation to generation; and the proof of this is seen in their yellow and dry appearance, like the florins of the republic, which, from being constantly gazed upon, have become reflected in them.”

Oh, that depends upon circumstances. I know an Italian prince, rich as a gold mine, one of the noblest families in Tuscany, who, when his sons married according to his wish, gave them millions; and when they married against his consent, merely allowed them thirty crowns a month. Should Andrea marry according to his father’s views, he will, perhaps, give him one, two, or three millions. For example, supposing it were the daughter of a banker, he might take an interest in the house of the father-in-law of his son; then again, if he disliked his choice, the major takes the key, double-locks his coffer, and Master Andrea would be obliged to live like the sons of a Parisian family, by shuffling cards or rattling the dice.”

Well, when I was a clerk, Morcerf was a mere fisherman.”

And then he was called——”

Fernand.”

Only Fernand?”

Fernand Mondego.”

You are sure?”

Pardieu! I have bought enough fish of him to know his name.”

Then, why did you think of giving your daughter to him?”

Because Fernand and Danglars, being both parvenus, both having become noble, both rich, are about equal in worth, excepting that there have been certain things mentioned of him that were never said of me.”

What?”

Oh, nothing!”

Ah, yes; what you tell me recalls to mind something about the name of Fernand Mondego. I have heard that name in Greece.”

In conjunction with the affairs of Ali Pasha?”

Exactly so.”

This is the mystery,” said Danglars. “I acknowledge I would have given anything to find it out.”

It would be very easy if you much wished it?”

How so?”

Probably you have some correspondent in Greece?”

I should think so.”

At Yanina?”

Everywhere.”

Well, write to your correspondent in Yanina, and ask him what part was played by a Frenchman named Fernand Mondego in the catastrophe of Ali Tepelini.”

You are right,” exclaimed Danglars, rising quickly, “I will write today.”

business-like persons pay very little attention to women, and Madame Danglars crossed the hall without exciting any more attention than any other woman calling upon her lawyer.”

it is true that every step in our lives is like the course of an insect on the sands;—it leaves its track! Alas, to many the path is traced by tears.”

 “Besides the pleasure, there is always remorse from the indulgence of our passions, and, after all, what have you men to fear from all this? the world excuses, and notoriety ennobles you.”

It is generally the case that what we most ardently desire is as ardently withheld from us by those who wish to obtain it, or from whom we attempt to snatch it. Thus, the greater number of a man’s errors come before him disguised under the specious form of necessity; then, after error has been committed in a moment of excitement, of delirium, or of fear, we see that we might have avoided and escaped it. The means we might have used, which we in our blindness could not see, then seem simple and easy, and we say, <Why did I not do this, instead of that?> Women, on the contrary, are rarely tormented with remorse; for the decision does not come from you,—your misfortunes are generally imposed upon you, and your faults the results of others’ crimes.

Chance?” replied Villefort; “No, no, madame, there is no such thing as chance.”

Oh, the wickedness of man is very great,” said Villefort, “since it surpasses the goodness of God. Did you observe that man’s eyes while he was speaking to us?”

No.”

But have you ever watched him carefully?”

did you ever reveal to anyone our connection?”

Never, to anyone.”

You understand me,” replied Villefort, affectionately; “when I say anyone,—pardon my urgency,—to anyone living I mean?”

Yes, yes, I understand very well,” ejaculated the baroness; “never, I swear to you.”

Were you ever in the habit of writing in the evening what had transpired in the morning? Do you keep a journal?”

No, my life has been passed in frivolity; I wish to forget it myself.”

Do you talk in your sleep?”

I sleep soundly, like a child; do you not remember?” The color mounted to the baroness’s face, and Villefort turned awfully pale.

It is true,” said he, in so low a tone that he could hardly be heard.

It was a strange thing that no one ever appeared to advance a step in that man’s favor. Those who would, as it were, force a passage to his heart, found an impassable barrier.”

And what is the news?”

You should not ask a stranger, a foreigner, for news.”

One may forsake a mistress, but a wife,—good heavens! There she must always be”

You are difficult to please, viscount.”

Yes, for I often wish for what is impossible.”

What is that?”

To find such a wife as my father found.” Monte Cristo turned pale, and looked at Albert, while playing with some magnificent pistols.

For any other son to have stayed with his mother for four days at Tréport, it would have been a condescension or a martyrdom, while I return, more contented, more peaceful—shall I say more poetic!—than if I had taken Queen Mab or Titania as my companion.”

That is what I call devoted friendship, to recommend to another one whom you would not marry yourself.”

I love everyone as God commands us to love our neighbor, as Christians; but I thoroughly hate but a few. Let us return to M. Franz d’Epinay. Did you say he was coming?”

those who remain in Paris in July must be true Parisians.”

That is very well before one is over forty. No, I do not dance, but I like to see others do so.”

One of his peculiarities was never to speak a word of French, which he however wrote with great facility.”

I am told it is a delightful place?”

It is a rock.”

And why has the count bought a rock?”

For the sake of being a count. In Italy one must have territorial possessions to be a count.”

Are you not his confessor?”

No, sir; I believe he is a Lutheran.”

He is a Quaker then?”

Exactly, he is a Quaker, with the exception of the peculiar dress.”

Has he any friends?”

Yes, everyone who knows him is his friend.”

But has he any enemies?”

One only.”

What is his name?”

Lord Wilmore.”

A investigação circular de Monsieur Villefaible…

Now, sir, I have but one question more to ask, and I charge you, in the name of honor, of humanity, and of religion, to answer me candidly.”

What is it, sir?”

Do you know with what design M. de Monte Cristo purchased a house at Auteuil?”

Certainly, for he told me.”

What is it, sir?”

To make a lunatic asylum of it, similar to that founded by the Count of Pisani at Palermo. Do you know about that institution?”

As the envoy of the prefect of police arrived ten minutes before ten, he was told that Lord Wilmore, who was precision and punctuality personified, was not yet come in, but that he would be sure to return as the clock struck.” (*) [VIDE MARCA POUCO ALÉM]

But as Lord Wilmore, in the character of the count’s enemy, was less restrained in his answers, they were more numerous; he described the youth of Monte Cristo, who he said, at ten years of age, entered the service of one of the petty sovereigns of India who make war on the English. It was there Wilmore had first met him and fought against him; and in that war Zaccone had been taken prisoner, sent to England, and consigned to the hulks, whence he had escaped by swimming. Then began his travels, his duels, his caprices; then the insurrection in Greece broke out, and he had served in the Grecian ranks. While in that service he had discovered a silver mine in the mountains of Thessaly, but he had been careful to conceal it from everyone. After the battle of Navarino, when the Greek government was consolidated, he asked of King Otho a mining grant for that district, which was given him. Hence that immense fortune, which, in Lord Wilmore’s opinion, possibly amounted to one or two millions per annum,—a precarious fortune, which might be momentarily lost by the failure of the mine.”

Hatred evidently inspired the Englishman, who, knowing no other reproach to bring on the count, accused him of avarice. “Do you know his house at Auteuil?”

Certainly.”

What do you know respecting it?”

Do you wish to know why he bought it?”

Yes.”

The count is a speculator, who will certainly ruin himself in experiments. He supposes there is in the neighborhood of the house he has bought a mineral spring equal to those at Bagnères, Luchon, and Cauterets. He is going to turn his house into a Badhaus, as the Germans term it. He has already dug up all the garden two or three times to find the famous spring, and, being unsuccessful, he will soon purchase all the contiguous houses. Now, as I dislike him, and hope his railway, his electric telegraph, or his search for baths, will ruin him, I am watching for his discomfiture, which must soon take place.”

I have already fought three duels with him,” said the Englishman, “the first with the pistol, the second with the sword, and the third with the sabre.”

Lord Wilmore, having heard the door close after him, returned to his bedroom, where with one hand he pulled off his light hair, his red whiskers, his false jaw, and his wound, to resume the black hair, dark complexion, and pearly teeth of the Count of Monte Cristo. It was M. de Villefort, and not the prefect, who returned to the house of M. de Villefort. (*) [???] He himself was the <envoy> [solução do miséterio], although the prefect was no more than an envoy of the King’s Attorney… Champsfort, consequently, continued his circularity with perfection & avidity…

You know that he has another name besides Monte Cristo?”

No, I did not know it.”

Monte Cristo is the name of an island, and he has a family name.”

I never heard it.”

Well, then, I am better informed than you; his name is Zaccone.”

It is possible.”

He is a Maltese.”

That is also possible.”

The son of a shipowner.”

Many men might have been handsomer, but certainly there could be none whose appearance was more significant, if the expression may be used. (…) Yet the Parisian world is so strange, that even all this might not have won attention had there not been connected with it a mysterious story gilded by an immense fortune.”

Albert,” she asked, “did you notice that?”

What, mother?”

That the count has never been willing to partake of food under the roof of M. de Morcerf.”

Yes; but then he breakfasted with me—indeed, he made his first appearance in the world on that occasion.”

But your house is not M. de Morcerf’s,” murmured Mercédès

Count,” added Mercédès with a supplicating glance, “there is a beautiful Arabian custom, which makes eternal friends of those who have together eaten bread and salt under the same roof.”

I know it, madame,” replied the count; “but we are in France, and not in Arabia, and in France eternal friendships are as rare as the custom of dividing bread and salt with one another.”

How can you exist thus without anyone to attach you to life?”

It is not my fault, madame. At Malta, I loved a young girl, was on the point of marrying her, when war came and carried me away. I thought she loved me well enough to wait for me, and even to remain faithful to my memory. When I returned she was married. This is the history of most men who have passed twenty years of age. Perhaps my heart was weaker than the hearts of most men, and I suffered more than they would have done in my place; that is all.” The countess stopped for a moment, as if gasping for breath. “Yes,” she said, “and you have still preserved this love in your heart—one can only love once—and did you ever see her again?”

MÍNIMA LISTA

Countless countesses

M. Count Comtempt

Countemporaneous

Aunt C.

instead of plunging into the mass of documents piled before him, M. Villefort opened the drawer of his desk, touched a spring, and drew out a parcel of cherished memoranda, amongst which he had carefully arranged, in characters only known to himself, the names of all those who, either in his political career, in money matters, at the bar, or in his mysterious love affairs, had become his enemies. § Their number was formidable, now that he had begun to fear, and yet these names, powerful though they were, had often caused him to smile with the same kind of satisfaction experienced by a traveller who from the summit of a mountain beholds at his feet the craggy eminences, the almost impassable paths, and the fearful chasms, through which he has so perilously climbed. When he had run over all these names in his memory, again read and studied them, commenting meanwhile upon his lists, he shook his head.

No,” he murmured, “none of my enemies would have waited so patiently and laboriously for so long a space of time, that they might now come and crush me with this secret. Sometimes, as Hamlet says—

Foul deeds will rise,

Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes;’

Sujos feitos erguer-se-ão,

Muito embora toda a terra os soterre,

aos olhos dos homens

Hamlet

“—he cared little for that mene, mene, tekel upharsin, which appeared suddenly in letters of blood upon the wall;—but what he was really anxious for was to discover whose hand had traced them.” Referência bíblica. Segue explicação:

(source: Wiki)

Daniel reads the words, MENE, MENE, TEKEL, PARSIN, and interprets them for the king: MENE, God has numbered the days of your kingdom and brought it to an end; TEKEL, you have been weighed and found wanting; and PERES, the kingdom is divided and given to the Medes and Persians. <Then Belshazzar gave the command, and Daniel was clothed in purple, a chain of gold was put around his neck, and a proclamation was made … that he should rank third in the kingdom; [and] that very night Belshazzar the Chaldean (Babylonian) king was killed, and Darius the Mede received the kingdom.> (…) As Aramaic was written with consonants alone, they may have lacked any context in which to make sense of them. Daniel supplies vowels in two different ways, first reading the letters as nouns, then interpreting them as verbs. § The words Daniel reads are monetary weights: a mena, equivalent to a Jewish mina or 60 shekels, (several ancient versions have only one mena instead of two), a tekel, equivalent to a shekel, and parsin, meaning <half-pieces>. The last involves a word-play on the name of the Persians, suggesting not only that they are to inherit Belshazzar’s kingdom, but that they are two peoples, Medes and Persians. § Having read the words as nouns Daniel then interprets them as verbs, based on their roots: mina is interpreted as meaning <numbered>, tekel, from a root meaning to weigh, as meaning <weighed> (and found wanting), and peres, the singular form of dual parsin, from a root meaning to divide, as meaning the kingdom is to be <divided> and given to the Medes and Persians. (A curious point is that the various weights — a mina or sixty shekels, another shekel, and two half-shekels — add up to 62, which is noted in the last verse as the age of Darius the Mede).” RESUMO: “Seus dias estão contados…”

I cannot cry; at my age they say that we have no more tears,—still I think that when one is in trouble one should have the power of weeping.”

nothing frightens old people so much as when death relaxes its vigilance over them for a moment in order to strike some other old person.”

A stepmother is never a mother, sir. But this is not to the purpose,—our business concerns Valentine, let us leave the dead in peace.”

that theatrical formality invented to heighten the effect of a comedy called the signature of the contract”

It is an every-day occurrence for a gambler to lose not only what he possesses but also what he has not.”

I will, then, wait until the last moment, and when my misery is certain, irremediable, hopeless, I will write a confidential letter to my brother-in-law, another to the prefect of police, to acquaint them with my intention, and at the corner of some wood, on the brink of some abyss, on the bank of some river, I will put an end to my existence, as certainly as I am the son of the most honest man who ever lived in France.”

He shut himself in his room, and tried to read, but his eye glanced over the page without understanding a word, and he threw away the book, and for the second time sat down to sketch his plan (…) The garden became darker still, but in the darkness he looked in vain for the white dress, and in the silence he vainly listened for the sound of footsteps. The house, which was discernible through the trees, remained in darkness, and gave no indication that so important an event as the signature of a marriage-contract was going on. Morrel looked at his watch, which wanted a quarter to ten; but soon the same clock he had already heard strike two or three times rectified the error by striking half-past nine. § This was already half an hour past the time Valentine had fixed. It was a terrible moment for the young man. The slightest rustling of the foliage, the least whistling of the wind, attracted his attention, and drew the perspiration to his brow; then he tremblingly fixed his ladder, and, not to lose a moment, placed his foot on the first step. Amidst all these alternations of hope and fear, the clock struck ten. <It is impossible,> said Maximilian, <that the signing of a contract should occupy so long a time without unexpected interruptions. I have weighed all the chances, calculated the time required for all the forms; something must have happened.> And then he walked rapidly to and fro, and pressed his burning forehead against the fence. Had Valentine fainted? or had she been discovered and stopped in her flight? These were the only obstacles which appeared possible to the young man. (…) He even thought he could perceive something on the ground at a distance; he ventured to call, and it seemed to him that the wind wafted back an almost inarticulate sigh. (…) A light moved rapidly from time to time past three windows of the second floor. These three windows were in Madame de Saint-Méran’s room. Another remained motionless behind some red curtains which were in Madame de Villefort’s bedroom. Morrel guessed all this. So many times, in order to follow Valentine in thought at every hour in the day, had he made her describe the whole house, that without having seen it he knew it all.”

grief may kill, although it rarely does, and never in a day, never in an hour, never in ten minutes.”

Did you notice the symptoms of the disease to which Madame de Saint-Méran has fallen a victim?”

I did. Madame de Saint-Méran had three successive attacks, at intervals of some minutes, each one more serious than the former. When you arrived, Madame de Saint-Méran had already been panting for breath some minutes; she then had a fit, which I took to be simply a nervous attack, and it was only when I saw her raise herself in the bed, and her limbs and neck appear stiffened, that I became really alarmed. Then I understood from your countenance there was more to fear than I had thought. This crisis past, I endeavored to catch your eye, but could not. You held her hand—you were feeling her pulse—and the second fit came on before you had turned towards me. This was more terrible than the first; the same nervous movements were repeated, and the mouth contracted and turned purple.”

And at the third she expired.”

At the end of the first attack I discovered symptoms of tetanus; you confirmed my opinion.”

Yes, before others,” replied the doctor; “but now we are alone——“

What are you going to say? Oh, spare me!”

That the symptoms of tetanus and poisoning by vegetable substances are the same.” M. de Villefort started from his seat, then in a moment fell down again, silent and motionless.

Madame de Saint-Méran succumbed to a powerful dose of brucine or of strychnine, which by some mistake, perhaps, has been given to her.”

But how could a dose prepared for M. Noirtier poison Madame de Saint-Méran?”

Nothing is more simple. You know poisons become remedies in certain diseases, of which paralysis is one. For instance, having tried every other remedy to restore movement and speech to M. Noirtier, I resolved to try one last means, and for three months I have been giving him brucine; so that in the last dose I ordered for him there were six grains. This quantity, which is perfectly safe to administer to the paralyzed frame of M. Noirtier, which has become gradually accustomed to it, would be sufficient to kill another person.”

were you a priest I should not dare tell you that, but you are a man, and you know mankind.”

It cannot be wondered at that his mind, generally so courageous, but now disturbed by the two strongest human passions, love and fear, was weakened even to the indulgence of superstitious thoughts. Although it was impossible that Valentine should see him, hidden as he was, he thought he heard the shadow at the window call him; his disturbed mind told him so. This double error became an irresistible reality, and by one of the incomprehensible transports of youth, he bounded from his hiding-place, and with two strides, at the risk of being seen, at the risk of alarming Valentine, at the risk of being discovered by some exclamation which might escape the young girl, he crossed the flower-garden, which by the light of the moon resembled a large white lake, and having passed the rows of orange-trees which extended in front of the house, he reached the step, ran quickly up and pushed the door, which opened without offering any resistance. Valentine had not seen him. Her eyes, raised towards heaven, were watching a silvery cloud gliding over the azure, its form that of a shadow mounting towards heaven. Her poetic and excited mind pictured it as the soul of her grandmother. (…) Morrel was mad.”

A heart overwhelmed with one great grief is insensible to minor emotions.”

The weak man talks of burdens he can raise, the timid of giants he can confront, the poor of treasures he spends, the most humble peasant, in the height of his pride, calls himself Jupiter.”

It is said to have been a congestion of the brain, or apoplexy, which is the same thing, is it not?”

Nearly.”

You bend because your empire is a young stem, weakened by rapid growth. Take the Republic for a tutor; let us return with renewed strength to the battle-field, and I promise you 500,000 soldiers, another Marengo, and a second Austerlitz. Ideas do not become extinct, sire; they slumber sometimes, but only revive the stronger before they sleep entirely.” M. Noirtier a Napoleão

But tell me, said Beauchamp, what is life? Is it not a halt in Death’s anteroom?”

A moment later, Madame de Villefort entered the drawing-room with her little Edward. It was evident that she had shared the grief of the family, for she was pale and looked fatigued. She sat down, took Edward on her knees, and from time to time pressed this child, on whom her affections appeared centred, almost convulsively to her bosom.”

Old age is selfish, sir, and Mademoiselle de Villefort has been a faithful companion to M. Noirtier, which she cannot be when she becomes the Baroness d’Epinay. My father’s melancholy state prevents our speaking to him on any subjects, which the weakness of his mind would incapacitate him from understanding, and I am perfectly convinced that at the present time, although, he knows that his granddaughter is going to be married, M. Noirtier has even forgotten the name of his intended grandson.”

He was then informed of the contents of the letter from the Island of Elba, in which he was recommended to the club as a man who would be likely to advance the interests of their party. One paragraph spoke of the return of Bonaparte and promised another letter and further details, on the arrival of the Pharaon belonging to the shipbuilder Morrel, of Marseilles, whose captain was entirely devoted to the emperor.”

there was something awful in hearing the son read aloud in trembling pallor these details of his father’s death, which had hitherto been a mystery. Valentine clasped her hands as if in prayer. Noirtier looked at Villefort with an almost sublime expression of contempt and pride.”

The general fell, then, in a loyal duel, and not in ambush as it might have been reported. In proof of this we have signed this paper to establish the truth of the facts, lest the moment should arrive when either of the actors in this terrible scene should be accused of premeditated murder or of infringement of the laws of honor.”

<tell me the name of the president of the club, that I may at least know who killed my father.> Villefort mechanically felt for the handle of the door; Valentine, who understood sooner than anyone her grandfather’s answer, and who had often seen two scars upon his right arm, drew back a few steps. <Mademoiselle,> said Franz, turning towards Valentine, <unite your efforts with mine to find out the name of the man who made me an orphan at two years of age.> Valentine remained dumb and motionless.”

M, repeated Franz. The young man’s finger, glided over the words, but at each one Noirtier answered by a negative sign. Valentine hid her head between her hands. At length, Franz arrived at the word MYSELF.”

what is required of a young man in Paris? To speak its language tolerably, to make a good appearance, to be a good gamester, and to pay in cash.”

As for his wife, he bowed to her, as some husbands do to their wives, but in a way that bachelors will never comprehend, until a very extensive code is published on conjugal life.”

The two young ladies were seen seated on the same chair, at the piano, accompanying themselves, each with one hand, a fancy to which they had accustomed themselves, and performed admirably. Mademoiselle d’Armilly, whom they then perceived through the open doorway, formed with Eugénie one of the tableaux vivants of which the Germans are so fond. She was somewhat beautiful, and exquisitely formed—a little fairy-like figure, with large curls falling on her neck, which was rather too long, as Perugino sometimes makes his Virgins, and her eyes dull from fatigue. She was said to have a weak chest, and like Antonia in the Cremona Violin, she would die one day while singing. Monte Cristo cast one rapid and curious glance round this sanctum; it was the first time he had ever seen Mademoiselle d’Armilly, of whom he had heard much. <Well,> said the banker to his daughter, <are we then all to be excluded?> He then led the young man into the study, and either by chance or manœuvre the door was partially closed after Andrea, so that from the place where they sat neither the Count nor the baroness could see anything; but as the banker had accompanied Andrea, Madame Danglars appeared to take no notice of it.”

<Then you are wrong, madame. Fortune is precarious; and if I were a woman and fate had made me a banker’s wife, whatever might be my confidence in my husband’s good fortune, still in speculation you know there is great risk. Well, I would secure for myself a fortune independent of him, even if I acquired it by placing my interests in hands unknown to him.> Madame Danglars blushed, in spite of all her efforts. <Stay,> said Monte Cristo, as though he had not observed her confusion, <I have heard of a lucky hit that was made yesterday on the Neapolitan bonds.>”

<Yes,> said Monte Cristo, <I have heard that; but, as Claudius said to Hamlet, ‘it is a law of nature; their fathers died before them, and they mourned their loss; they will die before their children, who will, in their turn, grieve for them.’>”

How extraordinary! And how does M. de Villefort bear it?”

As usual. Like a philosopher.” Danglars returned at this moment alone. “Well,” said the baroness, “do you leave M. Cavalcanti with your daughter?”

And Mademoiselle d’Armilly,” said the banker; “do you consider her no one?” Then, turning to Monte Cristo, he said, “Prince Cavalcanti is a charming young man, is he not? But is he really a prince?”

HIERARQUIA DOS TÍTULOS DA NOBREZA-BURGUESIA OU CALEIDOSCÓPIO DA CLASSE ARISTOPLUTOCRÁTICA EUROPÉIA DOS “SÉCULOS DE OURO”:

Conde > Visconde > Duque > Barão > Baronete

OBS: A acepção Latina de <barão> é depreciativa.

it is so delightful to hear music in the distance, when the musicians are unrestrained by observation.”

He is a musician.”

So are all Italians.”

Come, count, you do not do that young man justice.”

Well, I acknowledge it annoys me, knowing your connection with the Morcerf family, to see him throw himself in the way.” Danglars burst out laughing.

What a Puritan you are!” said he; “that happens every day.”

But you cannot break it off in this way; the Morcerfs are depending on this union.”

Oh, my dear count, husbands are pretty much the same everywhere; an individual husband of any country is a pretty fair specimen of the whole race.”

Haydée—what an adorable name! Are there, then, really women who bear the name of Haydée anywhere but in Byron’s poems?”

Certainly there are. Haydée is a very uncommon name in France, but is common enough in Albania and Epirus; it is as if you said, for example, Chastity, Modesty, Innocence,—it is a kind of baptismal name, as you Parisians call it.”

Oh, that is charming,” said Albert, “how I should like to hear my countrywomen called Mademoiselle Goodness, Mademoiselle Silence, Mademoiselle Christian Charity! Only think, then, if Mademoiselle Danglars, instead of being called Claire-Marie-Eugénie, had been named Mademoiselle Chastity-Modesty-Innocence Danglars; what a fine effect that would have produced on the announcement of her marriage!”

How was it that Dionysius the Tyrant became a schoolmaster? The fortune of war, my dear viscount,—the caprice of fortune; that is the way in which these things are to be accounted for.”

Monte Cristo turned to Albert. <Do you know modern Greek,> asked he.

<Alas! no,> said Albert; <nor even ancient Greek, my dear count; never had Homer or Plato a more unworthy scholar than myself.>

Monte Cristo turned to Haydée, and with an expression of countenance which commanded her to pay the most implicit attention to his words, he said in Greek,—<Tell us the fate of your father; but neither the name of the traitor nor the treason.> Haydée sighed deeply, and a shade of sadness clouded her beautiful brow.”

that unsophisticated innocence of childhood which throws a charm round objects insignificant in themselves, but which in its eyes are invested with the greatest importance.”

things which in the evening look dark and obscure, appear but too clearly in the light of morning, and sometimes the utterance of one word, or the lapse of a single day, will reveal the most cruel calumnies.”

the breaking off of a marriage contract always injures the lady more than the gentleman.”

one must never be eccentric. If one’s lot is cast among fools, it is necessary to study folly.” “alguém nunca deve ser excêntrico. Se a alguém couber a mesma sorte que a dos loucos, é preciso estudar a loucura.”

Supposing the assertion to be really true?”

A son ought not to submit to such a stain on his father’s honor.”

Ma foi! we live in times when there is much to which we must submit.”

That is precisely the fault of the age.”

And do you undertake to reform it?”

Yes, as far as I am personally concerned.”

Well, you are indeed exacting, my dear fellow!”

Ah, but the friends of today are the enemies of tomorrow”

When you wish to obtain some concession from a man’s self-love, you must avoid even the appearance of wishing to wound it.”

It was a gloomy, dusty-looking apartment, such as journalists’ offices have always been from time immemorial.

I have heard it said that hearts inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of security”

People die very suddenly in your house, M. de Villefort.”

Well, sir, you have in your establishment, or in your family, perhaps, one of the frightful monstrosities of which each century produces only one. Locusta and Agrippina, living at the same time, were an exception, and proved the determination of Providence to effect the entire ruin of the Roman empire, sullied by so many crimes. Brunhilda and Fredegund were the results of the painful struggle of civilization in its infancy, when man was learning to control mind, were it even by an emissary from the realms of darkness. All these women had been, or were, beautiful. The same flower of innocence had flourished, or was still flourishing, on their brow, that is seen on the brow of the culprit in your house.”

<Seek whom the crime will profit,> says an axiom of jurisprudence.”

Doctor,” cried Villefort, “alas, doctor, how often has man’s justice been deceived by those fatal words.

<Oh, man,> murmured d’Avrigny, <the most selfish of all animals, the most personal of all creatures, who believes the earth turns, the sun shines, and death strikes for him alone,—an ant cursing God from the top of a blade of grass!>

no one knows, not even the assassin, that, for the last twelve months, I have given M. Noirtier brucine for his paralytic affection, while the assassin is not ignorant, for he has proved that brucine is a violent poison.”

for when crime enters a dwelling, it is like death—it does not come alone.  (…) What does it signify to you if I am murdered? Are you my friend? Are you a man? Have you a heart? No, you are a physician!”

Ah, Caderousse,” said Andrea, “how covetous you are! Two months ago you were dying with hunger.”

The appetite grows by what it feeds on,” said Caderousse, grinning and showing his teeth, like a monkey laughing or a tiger growling.

That Count of Monte Cristo is an original, who loves to look at the sky even at night.”

those thieves of jewellers imitate so well that it is no longer worthwhile to rob a jeweller’s shop—it is another branch of industry paralyzed.”

From his past life, from his resolution to shrink from nothing, the count had acquired an inconceivable relish for the contests in which he had engaged, sometimes against nature, that is to say, against God, and sometimes against the world, that is, against the devil.”

The count felt his heart beat more rapidly. Inured as men may be to danger, forewarned as they may be of peril, they understand, by the fluttering of the heart and the shuddering of the frame, the enormous difference between a dream and a reality, between the project and the execution.” “and one might distinguish by the glimmering through the open panel that he wore a pliant tunic of steel mail, of which the last in France, where daggers are no longer dreaded, was worn by King Louis XVI, who feared the dagger at his breast, and whose head was cleft with a hatchet.”

So you would rob the Count of Monte Cristo?” continued the false abbé.

Reverend sir, I am impelled——”

Every criminal says the same thing.”

Poverty——”

Pshaw!” said Busoni disdainfully; “poverty may make a man beg, steal a loaf of bread at a baker’s door, but not cause him to open a secretary desk in a house supposed to be inhabited.”

Ah, reverend sir,” cried Caderousse, clasping his hands, and drawing nearer to Monte Cristo, “I may indeed say you are my deliverer!”

You mean to say you have been freed from confinement?”

Yes, that is true, reverend sir.”

Who was your liberator?”

An Englishman.”

What was his name?”

Lord Wilmore.”

I know him; I shall know if you lie.”

Ah, reverend sir, I tell you the simple truth.”

Was this Englishman protecting you?”

No, not me, but a young Corsican, my companion.”

What was this young Corsican’s name?”

Benedetto.”

Is that his Christian name?”

He had no other; he was a foundling.”

Then this young man escaped with you?”

He did.”

In what way?”

We were working at Saint-Mandrier, near Toulon. Do you know Saint-Mandrier?”

I do.”

In the hour of rest, between noon and one o’clock——”

Galley-slaves having a nap after dinner! We may well pity the poor fellows!” said the abbé.

Nay,” said Caderousse, “one can’t always work—one is not a dog.”

So much the better for the dogs,” said Monte Cristo.

While the rest slept, then, we went away a short distance; we severed our fetters with a file the Englishman had given us, and swam away.”

And what is become of this Benedetto?”

I don’t know.”

You ought to know.”

No, in truth; we parted at Hyères.” And, to give more weight to his protestation, Caderousse advanced another step towards the abbé, who remained motionless in his place, as calm as ever, and pursuing his interrogation. “You lie,” said the Abbé Busoni, with a tone of irresistible authority.

Reverend sir!”

You lie! This man is still your friend, and you, perhaps, make use of him as your accomplice.”

Oh, reverend sir!”

Since you left Toulon what have you lived on? Answer me!”

On what I could get.”

You lie,” repeated the abbé a third time, with a still more imperative tone. Caderousse, terrified, looked at the count. “You have lived on the money he has given you.”

True,” said Caderousse; “Benedetto has become the son of a great lord.”

How can he be the son of a great lord?”

A natural son.”

And what is that great lord’s name?”

The Count of Monte Cristo, the very same in whose house we are.”

Benedetto the count’s son?” replied Monte Cristo, astonished in his turn.

Well, I should think so, since the count has found him a false father—since the count gives him 4.000 francs a month, and leaves him 500.000 francs in his will.”

Ah, yes,” said the factitious abbé, who began to understand; “and what name does the young man bear meanwhile?”

Andrea Cavalcanti.”

Is it, then, that young man whom my friend the Count of Monte Cristo has received into his house, and who is going to marry Mademoiselle Danglars?”

Exactly.”

And you suffer that, you wretch—you, who know his life and his crime?”

Why should I stand in a comrade’s way?” said Caderousse.

You are right; it is not you who should apprise M. Danglars, it is I.”

Do not do so, reverend sir.”

Why not?”

Because you would bring us to ruin.”

And you think that to save such villains as you I will become an abettor of their plot, an accomplice in their crimes?”

Reverend sir,” said Caderousse, drawing still nearer.

I will expose all.”

To whom?”

To M. Danglars.”

By heaven!” cried Caderousse, drawing from his waistcoat an open knife, and striking the count in the breast, “you shall disclose nothing, reverend sir!” To Caderousse’s great astonishment, the knife, instead of piercing the count’s breast, flew back blunted. At the same moment the count seized with his left hand the assassin’s wrist, and wrung it with such strength that the knife fell from his stiffened fingers, and Caderousse uttered a cry of pain. But the count, disregarding his cry, continued to wring the bandit’s wrist, until, his arm being dislocated, he fell first on his knees, then flat on the floor. The count then placed his foot on his head, saying, “I know not what restrains me from crushing thy skull, rascal.”

Ah, mercy—mercy!” cried Caderousse. The count withdrew his foot. “Rise!” said he. Caderousse rose.

What a wrist you have, reverend sir!” said Caderousse, stroking his arm, all bruised by the fleshy pincers which had held it; “what a wrist!”

Silence! God gives me strength to overcome a wild beast like you; in the name of that God I act,—remember that, wretch,—and to spare thee at this moment is still serving him.”

Oh!” said Caderousse, groaning with pain.

Take this pen and paper, and write what I dictate.”

I don’t know how to write, reverend sir.”

You lie! Take this pen, and write!” Caderousse, awed by the superior power of the abbé, sat down and wrote:—

Sir,—The man whom you are receiving at your house, and to whom you intend to marry your daughter, is a felon who escaped with me from confinement at Toulon. He was Nº 59, and I Nº 58. He was called Benedetto, but he is ignorant of his real name, having never known his parents.

Sign it!” continued the count.

But would you ruin me?”

If I sought your ruin, fool, I should drag you to the first guard-house; besides, when that note is delivered, in all probability you will have no more to fear. Sign it, then!”

Caderousse signed it.

And you did not warn me!” cried Caderousse, raising himself on his elbows. “You knew I should be killed on leaving this house, and did not warn me!”

No; for I saw God’s justice placed in the hands of Benedetto, and should have thought it sacrilege to oppose the designs of Providence.”

God is merciful to all, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then a judge.”

Do you then believe in God?” said Caderousse.

Had I been so unhappy as not to believe in him until now,” said Monte Cristo, “I must believe on seeing you.” Caderousse raised his clenched hands towards heaven.

Help!” cried Caderousse; “I require a surgeon, not a priest; perhaps I am not mortally wounded—I may not die; perhaps they can yet save my life.”

Your wounds are so far mortal that, without the three drops I gave you, you would now be dead. Listen, then.”

Ah,” murmured Caderousse, “what a strange priest you are; you drive the dying to despair, instead of consoling them.”

I do not believe there is a God,” howled Caderousse; “you do not believe it; you lie—you lie!”

No,” said Caderousse, “no; I will not repent. There is no God; there is no Providence—all comes by chance.—”

Monte Cristo took off the wig which disfigured him, and let fall his black hair, which added so much to the beauty of his pallid features. <Oh?> said Caderousse, thunderstruck, <but for that black hair, I should say you were the Englishman, Lord Wilmore.>

<I am neither the Abbé Busoni nor Lord Wilmore,> said Monte Cristo; <think again,—do you not recollect me?> There was a magic effect in the count’s words, which once more revived the exhausted powers of the miserable man. <Yes, indeed,> said he; <I think I have seen you and known you formerly.>

<Yes, Caderousse, you have seen me; you knew me once.>

<Who, then, are you? and why, if you knew me, do you let me die?>

<Because nothing can save you; your wounds are mortal. Had it been possible to save you, I should have considered it another proof of God’s mercy, and I would again have endeavored to restore you, I swear by my father’s tomb.>

<By your father’s tomb!> said Caderousse, supported by a supernatural power, and half-raising himself to see more distinctly the man who had just taken the oath which all men hold sacred; <who, then, are you?> The count had watched the approach of death. He knew this was the last struggle. He approached the dying man, and, leaning over him with a calm and melancholy look, he whispered, <I am—I am——>

And his almost closed lips uttered a name so low that the count himself appeared afraid to hear it. Caderousse, who had raised himself on his knees, and stretched out his arm, tried to draw back, then clasping his hands, and raising them with a desperate effort, <O my God, my God!> said he, <pardon me for having denied thee; thou dost exist, thou art indeed man’s father in heaven, and his judge on earth. My God, my Lord, I have long despised thee!>”

<One!> said the count mysteriously, his eyes fixed on the corpse, disfigured by so awful a death.”

Bertuccio alone turned pale whenever Benedetto’s name was mentioned in his presence, but there was no reason why anyone should notice his doing so.”

the attempted robbery and the murder of the robber by his comrade were almost forgotten in anticipation of the approaching marriage of Mademoiselle Danglars to the Count Andrea Cavalcanti.”

some persons had warned the young man of the circumstances of his future father-in-law, who had of late sustained repeated losses; but with sublime disinterestedness and confidence the young man refused to listen, or to express a single doubt to the baron.”

With an instinctive hatred of matrimony, she suffered Andrea’s attentions in order to get rid of Morcerf; but when Andrea urged his suit, she betrayed an entire dislike to him. The baron might possibly have perceived it, but, attributing it to a caprice, feigned ignorance.”

in this changing age, the faults of a father cannot revert upon his children. Few have passed through this revolutionary period, in the midst of which we were born, without some stain of infamy or blood to soil the uniform of the soldier, or the gown of the magistrate. Now I have these proofs, Albert, and I am in your confidence, no human power can force me to a duel which your own conscience would reproach you with as criminal, but I come to offer you what you can no longer demand of me. Do you wish these proofs, these attestations, which I alone possess, to be destroyed? Do you wish this frightful secret to remain with us?”

he never interrogates, and in my opinion those who ask no questions are the best comforters.”

My papers, thank God, no,—my papers are all in capital order, because I have none”

do you come from the end of the world?” said Monte Cristo; “you, a journalist, the husband of renown? It is the talk of all Paris.”

Silence, purveyor of gossip”

Mademoiselle Eugénie, who appears but little charmed with the thoughts of matrimony, and who, seeing how little I was disposed to persuade her to renounce her dear liberty, retains any affection for me.”

I have told you, where the air is pure, where every sound soothes, where one is sure to be humbled, however proud may be his nature. I love that humiliation, I, who am master of the universe, as was Augustus.”

But where are you really going?”

To sea, viscount; you know I am a sailor. I was rocked when an infant in the arms of old Ocean, and on the bosom of the beautiful Amphitrite” “I love the sea as a mistress, and pine if I do not often see her.”

<Woman is fickle.> said Francis I; <woman is like a wave of the sea,> said Shakespeare; both the great king and the great poet ought to have known woman’s nature well.”

Woman’s, yes; my mother is not woman, but a woman.”

my mother is not quick to give her confidence, but when she does she never changes.”

You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the railway, which would not be very difficult in France, but even the telegraph.”

Precisely,” said the count; “six years since I bought a horse in Hungary remarkable for its swiftness. The 32 that we shall use tonight are its progeny; they are all entirely black, with the exception of a star upon the forehead.”

M. Albert. Tell me, why does a steward rob his master?”

Because, I suppose, it is his nature to do so, for the love of robbing.”

You are mistaken; it is because he has a wife and family, and ambitious desires for himself and them. Also because he is not sure of always retaining his situation, and wishes to provide for the future. Now, M. Bertuccio is alone in the world; he uses my property without accounting for the use he makes of it; he is sure never to leave my service.”

Why?”

Because I should never get a better.”

Probabilities are deceptive.”

But I deal in certainties; he is the best servant over whom one has the power of life and death.”

Do you possess that right over Bertuccio?”

Yes.”

There are words which close a conversation with an iron door; such was the count’s “yes.”

There, as in every spot where Monte Cristo stopped, if but for two days, luxury abounded and life went on with the utmost ease.”

Poor young man,” said Monte Cristo in a low voice; “it is then true that the sin of the father shall fall on the children to the third and fourth generation.”

Five minutes had sufficed to make a complete transformation in his appearance. His voice had become rough and hoarse; his face was furrowed with wrinkles; his eyes burned under the blue-veined lids, and he tottered like a drunken man. <Count,> said he, <I thank you for your hospitality, which I would gladly have enjoyed longer; but I must return to Paris.>

<What has happened?>

<A great misfortune, more important to me than life. Don’t question me, I beg of you, but lend me a horse.>

<My stables are at your command, viscount; but you will kill yourself by riding on horseback. Take a post-chaise or a carriage.>”

The Count of Morcerf was no favorite with his colleagues. Like all upstarts, he had had recourse to a great deal of haughtiness to maintain his position. The true nobility laughed at him, the talented repelled him, and the honorable instinctively despised him. He was, in fact, in the unhappy position of the victim marked for sacrifice; the finger of God once pointed at him, everyone was prepared to raise the hue and cry.”

Moral wounds have this peculiarity,—they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.”

He thought himself strong enough, for he mistook fever for energy.”

I, El-Kobbir, a slave-merchant, and purveyor of the harem of his highness, acknowledge having received for transmission to the sublime emperor, from the French lord, the Count of Monte Cristo, an emerald valued at 800.000 francs; as the ransom of a young Christian slave of 11 years of age, named Haydée, the acknowledged daughter of the late lord Ali Tepelini, pasha of Yanina, and of Vasiliki, his favorite; she having been sold to me 7 years previously, with her mother, who had died on arriving at Constantinople, by a French colonel in the service of the Vizier Ali Tepelini, named Fernand Mondego. The above-mentioned purchase was made on his highness’s account, whose mandate I had, for the sum of 400.000 francs.

Given at Constantinople, by authority of his highness, in the year 1247 of the Hegira.

Signed El-Kobbir.

I am ignorant of nothing which passes in the world. I learn all in the silence of my apartments,—for instance, I see all the newspapers, every periodical, as well as every new piece of music; and by thus watching the course of the life of others, I learned what had transpired this morning in the House of Peers, and what was to take place this evening; then I wrote.”

Then,” remarked the president, “the Count of Monte Cristo knows nothing of your present proceedings?”—“He is quite unaware of them, and I have but one fear, which is that he should disapprove of what I have done. But it is a glorious day for me,” continued the young girl, raising her ardent gaze to heaven, “that on which I find at last an opportunity of avenging my father!”

Gentlemen,” said the president, when silence was restored, “is the Count of Morcerf convicted of felony, treason, and conduct unbecoming a member of this House?”—“Yes,” replied all the members of the committee of inquiry with a unanimous voice.

leave Paris—all is soon forgotten in this great Babylon of excitement and changing tastes. You will return after 3 or years with a Russian princess for a bride, and no one will think more of what occurred yesterday than if it had happened 16 years ago.”

Yes; M. Danglars is a money-lover, and those who love money, you know, think too much of what they risk to be easily induced to fight a duel. The other is, on the contrary, to all appearance a true nobleman; but do you not fear to find him a bully?”

I only fear one thing; namely, to find a man who will not fight.”

The count had, indeed, just arrived, but he was in his bath, and had forbidden that anyone should be admitted. “But after his bath?” asked Morcerf.

My master will go to dinner.”

And after dinner?”

He will sleep an hour.”

Then?”

He is going to the Opera.”

You know, mother, M. de Monte Cristo is almost an Oriental, and it is customary with the Orientals to secure full liberty for revenge by not eating or drinking in the houses of their enemies.”

Well,” cried he, with that benevolent politeness which distinguished his salutation from the common civilities of the world, “my cavalier has attained his object. Good-evening, M. de Morcerf.” 

Display is not becoming to everyone, M. de Morcerf.”

Wild, almost unconscious, and with eyes inflamed, Albert stepped back, and Morrel closed the door. Monte Cristo took up his glass again as if nothing had happened; his face was like marble, and his heart was like bronze. Morrel whispered, <What have you done to him?>”

listen how adorably Duprez is singing that line,—

<O Mathilde! idole de mon âme!>

I was the first to discover Duprez at Naples, and the first to applaud him. Bravo, bravo!” Morrel saw it was useless to say more, and refrained.

Doubtless you wish to make me appear a very eccentric character. I am, in your opinion, a Lara, a Manfred, a Lord Ruthven; then, just as I am arriving at the climax, you defeat your own end, and seek to make an ordinary man of me. You bring me down to your own level, and demand explanations! Indeed, M. Beauchamp, it is quite laughable.”

the Count of Monte Cristo bows to none but the Count of Monte Cristo himself. Say no more, I entreat you. I do what I please, M. Beauchamp, and it is always well done.”

It is quite immaterial to me,” said Monte Cristo, “and it was very unnecessary to disturb me at the Opera for such a trifle. In France people fight with the sword or pistol, in the colonies with the carbine, in Arabia with the dagger. Tell your client that, although I am the insulted party, in order to carry out my eccentricity, I leave him the choice of arms, and will accept without discussion, without dispute, anything, even combat by drawing lots, which is always stupid, but with me different from other people, as I am sure to gain.”

the music of William Tell¹ is so sweet.”

¹ Herói lendário, ligado à formação da Suíça. Está mais para um Robin Hood que para um Aquiles, no entanto.

Monte Cristo waited, according to his usual custom, until Duprez had sung his famous <Suivez-moi!> then he rose and went out.”

Edmond, you will not kill my son?” The count retreated a step, uttered a slight exclamation, and let fall the pistol he held.

Fernand, do you mean?” replied Monte Cristo, with bitter irony; “since we are recalling names, let us remember them all.”

Listen to me, my son has also guessed who you are,—he attributes his father’s misfortunes to you.”

Madame, you are mistaken, they are not misfortunes,—it is a punishment.”

What are Yanina and its vizier to you, Edmond? What injury has Fernand Mondego done you in betraying Ali Tepelini?”

Ah, sir!” cried the countess, “how terrible a vengeance for a fault which fatality made me commit!—for I am the only culprit, Edmond, and if you owe revenge to anyone, it is to me, who had not fortitude to bear your absence and my solitude.”

But,” exclaimed Monte Cristo, “why was I absent? And why were you alone?”

Because you had been arrested, Edmond, and were a prisoner.”

And why was I arrested? Why was I a prisoner?”

I do not know,” said Mercédès.

You do not, madame; at least, I hope not. But I will tell you. I was arrested and became a prisoner because, under the arbor of La Réserve, the day before I was to marry you, a man named Danglars wrote this letter, which the fisherman Fernand himself posted.”

Monte Cristo went to a secretary desk, opened a drawer by a spring, from which he took a paper which had lost its original color, and the ink of which had become of a rusty hue—this he placed in the hands of Mercédès. It was Danglars’ letter to the king’s attorney, which the Count of Monte Cristo, disguised as a clerk from the house of Thomson & French, had taken from the file against Edmond Dantes, on the day he had paid the two hundred thousand francs to M. de Boville. Mercédès read with terror the following lines:—

The king”s attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and religion that one Edmond Dantes, second in command on board the Pharaon, this day arrived from Smyrna, after having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo, is the bearer of a letter from Murat to the usurper, and of another letter from the usurper to the Bonapartist club in Paris. Ample corroboration of this statement may be obtained by arresting the above-mentioned Edmond Dantès, who either carries the letter for Paris about with him, or has it at his father’s abode. Should it not be found in possession of either father or son, then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin belonging to the said Dantes on board the Pharaon.”

You well know, madame, was my arrest; but you do not know how long that arrest lasted. You do not know that I remained for fourteen years within a quarter of a league of you, in a dungeon in the Château d’If. You do not know that every day of those fourteen years I renewed the vow of vengeance which I had made the first day; and yet I was not aware that you had married Fernand, my calumniator, and that my father had died of hunger!”

Can it be?” cried Mercédès, shuddering.

That is what I heard on leaving my prison fourteen years after I had entered it; and that is why, on account of the living Mercédès and my deceased father, I have sworn to revenge myself on Fernand, and—I have revenged myself.”

besides, that is not much more odious than that a Frenchman by adoption should pass over to the English; that a Spaniard by birth should have fought against the Spaniards; that a stipendiary of Ali should have betrayed and murdered Ali. Compared with such things, what is the letter you have just read?—a lover’s deception, which the woman who has married that man ought certainly to forgive; but not so the lover who was to have married her.” 

Not crush that accursed race?” murmured he; “abandon my purpose at the moment of its accomplishment? Impossible, madame, impossible!”

Revenge yourself, then, Edmond,” cried the poor mother; “but let your vengeance fall on the culprits,—on him, on me, but not on my son!”

It is written in the good book,” said Monte Cristo, “that the sins of the fathers shall fall upon their children to the third and fourth generation. Since God himself dictated those words to his prophet, why should I seek to make myself better than God?”

Listen; for ten years I dreamed each night the same dream. I had been told that you had endeavored to escape; that you had taken the place of another prisoner; that you had slipped into the winding sheet of a dead body; that you had been thrown alive from the top of the Château d’If, and that the cry you uttered as you dashed upon the rocks first revealed to your jailers that they were your murderers. Well, Edmond, I swear to you, by the head of that son for whom I entreat your pity,—Edmond, for ten years I saw every night every detail of that frightful tragedy, and for ten years I heard every night the cry which awoke me, shuddering and cold.”

What I most loved after you, Mercédès, was myself, my dignity, and that strength which rendered me superior to other men; that strength was my life. With one word you have crushed it, and I die.”

it is melancholy to pass one’s life without having one joy to recall, without preserving a single hope; but that proves that all is not yet over. No, it is not finished; I feel it by what remains in my heart. Oh, I repeat it, Edmond; what you have just done is beautiful—it is grand; it is sublime.”

suppose that when everything was in readiness and the moment had come for God to look upon his work and see that it was good—suppose he had snuffed out the sun and tossed the world back into eternal night—then—even then, Mercédès, you could not imagine what I lose in sacrificing my life at this moment.”

What a fool I was,” said he, “not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to avenge myself!”

MOMENT OF HESITATION

what? this edifice which I have been so long preparing, which I have reared with so much care and toil, is to be crushed by a single touch, a word, a breath! Yes, this self, of whom I thought so much, of whom I was so proud, who had appeared so worthless in the dungeons of the Château d’If, and whom I had succeeded in making so great, will be but a lump of clay tomorrow. Alas, it is not the death of the body I regret; for is not the destruction of the vital principle, the repose to which everything is tending, to which every unhappy being aspires,—is not this the repose of matter after which I so long sighed, and which I was seeking to attain by the painful process of starvation when Faria appeared in my dungeon? What is death for me? One step farther” But now is time to set back once again…

It is not God’s will that they should be accomplished.”

Oh, shall I then, again become a fatalist, whom fourteen years of despair and ten of hope had rendered a believer in Providence? And all this—all this, because my heart, which I thought dead, was only sleeping; because it has awakened and has begun to beat again, because I have yielded to the pain of the emotion excited in my breast by a woman’s voice.

yet, it is impossible that so noble-minded a woman should thus through selfishness consent to my death when I am in the prime of life and strength; it is impossible that she can carry to such a point maternal love, or rather delirium. There are virtues which become crimes by exaggeration. No, she must have conceived some pathetic scene; she will come and throw herself between us; and what would be sublime here will there appear ridiculous.”

I ridiculous? No, I would rather die.”

By thus exaggerating to his own mind the anticipated ill-fortune of the next day, to which he had condemned himself by promising Mercédès to spare her son, the count at last exclaimed, “Folly, folly, folly!—to carry generosity so far as to put myself up as a mark for that young man to aim at. He will never believe that my death was suicide; and yet it is important for the honor of my memory,—and this surely is not vanity, but a justifiable pride,—it is important the world should know that I have consented, by my free will, to stop my arm, already raised to strike, and that with the arm which has been so powerful against others I have struck myself. It must be; it shall be.” She remembered that she had a son, said he; and I forgot I had a daughter.

and seeing that sweet pale face, those lovely eyes closed, that beautiful form motionless and to all appearance lifeless, the idea occurred to him for the first time, that perhaps she loved him otherwise than as a daughter loves a father.”

I said to myself that justice must be on your side, or man’s countenance is no longer to be relied on.”

But what has happened, then, since last evening, count?”

The same thing that happened to Brutus the night before the battle of Philippi; I have seen a ghost.”

And that ghost——”

Told me, Morrel, that I had lived long enough.”

Do I regret life? What is it to me, who have passed twenty years between life and death? (…) I know the world is a drawing-room, from which we must retire politely and honestly; that is, with a bow, and our debts of honor paid.”

<I say, and proclaim it publicly, that you were justified in revenging yourself on my father, and I, his son, thank you for not using greater severity.>

Had a thunderbolt fallen in the midst of the spectators of this unexpected scene, it would not have surprised them more than did Albert’s declaration. As for Monte Cristo, his eyes slowly rose towards heaven with an expression of infinite gratitude. He could not understand how Albert’s fiery nature, of which he had seen so much among the Roman bandits, had suddenly stooped to this humiliation.”

Next to the merit of infallibility which you appear to possess, I rank that of candidly acknowledging a fault. But this confession concerns me only. I acted well as a man, but you have acted better than man.”

Providence still,” murmured he; “now only am I fully convinced of being the emissary of God!”

nothing induces serious duels so much as a duel forsworn.”

Mother,” said Albert with firmness. “I cannot make you share the fate I have planned for myself. I must live henceforth without rank and fortune, and to begin this hard apprenticeship I must borrow from a friend the loaf I shall eat until I have earned one. So, my dear mother, I am going at once to ask Franz to lend me the small sum I shall require to supply my present wants.”

I know that from the gulf in which their enemies have plunged them they have risen with so much vigor and glory that in their turn they have ruled their former conquerors, and have punished them.”

You had friends, Albert; break off their acquaintance. But do not despair; you have life before you, my dear Albert, for you are yet scarcely 22 years old; and as a pure heart like yours wants a spotless name, take my father’s—it was Herrera.”

Providence is not willing that the innocent should suffer for the guilty.”

Oh,” said the count, “I only know two things which destroy the appetite,—grief—and as I am happy to see you very cheerful, it is not that—and love.”

Every transport of a daughter finding a father, all the delight of a mistress seeing an adored lover, were felt by Haydée during the first moments of this meeting, which she had so eagerly expected. Doubtless, although less evident, Monte Cristo’s joy was not less intense. Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparent.

Monte Cristo was beginning to think, what he had not for a long time dared to believe, that there were two Mercédès in the world, and he might yet be happy.

We must explain this visit, which although expected by Monte Cristo, is unexpected to our readers.”

you know the guilty do not like to find themselves convicted.”

You call yourself, in Paris, the Count of Monte Cristo; in Italy, Sinbad the Sailor; in Malta, I forget what. But it is your real name I want to know, in the midst of your hundred names, that I may pronounce it when we meet to fight, at the moment when I plunge my sword through your heart.”

he uttered the most dreadful sob which ever escaped from the bosom of a father abandoned at the same time by his wife and son.”

Do you then really suffer?” asked Morrel quickly.

Oh, it must not be called suffering; I feel a general uneasiness, that is all. I have lost my appetite, and my stomach feels as if it were struggling to get accustomed to something.” Noirtier did not lose a word of what Valentine said. “And what treatment do you adopt for this singular complaint?”

A very simple one,” said Valentine. “I swallow every morning a spoonful of the mixture prepared for my grandfather. When I say one spoonful, I began by one—now I take four. Grandpapa says it is a panacea.” Valentine smiled, but it was evident that she suffered.

Maximilian, in his devotedness, gazed silently at her. She was very beautiful, but her usual pallor had increased; her eyes were more brilliant than ever, and her hands, which were generally white like mother-of-pearl, now more resembled wax, to which time was adding a yellowish hue.

Noirtier raised his eyes to heaven, as a gambler does who stakes his all on one stroke.”

since I am to be married whether I will or not, I ought to be thankful to Providence for having released me from my engagement with M. Albert de Morcerf, or I should this day have been the wife of a dishonored man.”

D’Avrigny’s look implied, “I told you it would be so.” Then he slowly uttered these words, “Who is now dying in your house? What new victim is going to accuse you of weakness before God?” A mournful sob burst from Villefort’s heart; he approached the doctor, and seizing his arm,—“Valentine,” said he, “it is Valentine’s turn!”

Your daughter!” cried d’Avrigny with grief and surprise.

a dead father or husband is better than a dishonored one,—blood washes out shame.”

You say an exterminating angel appears to have devoted that house to God’s anger—well, who says your supposition is not reality?”

Conscience, what hast thou to do with me?” as Sterne said.

See,” said he, “my dear friend, how God punishes the most thoughtless and unfeeling men for their indifference, by presenting dreadful scenes to their view. (…) I, who like a wicked angel was laughing at the evil men committed protected by secrecy (a secret is easily kept by the rich and powerful), I am in my turn bitten by the serpent whose tortuous course I was watching, and bitten to the heart!”

What does the angel of light or the angel of darkness say to that mind, at once implacable and generous? God only knows.”

Oh, count, you overwhelm me with that coolness. Have you, then, power against death? Are you superhuman? Are you an angel?”

To the world and to his servants Danglars assumed the character of the good-natured man and the indulgent father. This was one of his parts in the popular comedy he was performing,—a make-up he had adopted and which suited him about as well as the masks worn on the classic stage by paternal actors, who seen from one side, were the image of geniality, and from the other showed lips drawn down in chronic ill-temper. Let us hasten to say that in private the genial side descended to the level of the other, so that generally the indulgent man disappeared to give place to the brutal husband and domineering father.”

Cavalcanti may appear to those who look at men’s faces and figures as a very good specimen of his kind. It is not, either, that my heart is less touched by him than any other; that would be a schoolgirl’s reason, which I consider quite beneath me. I actually love no one, sir; you know it, do you not? I do not then see why, without real necessity, I should encumber my life with a perpetual companion. Has not some sage said, <Nothing too much>? and another, <I carry all my effects with me>? I have been taught these two aphorisms in Latin and in Greek; one is, I believe, from Phædrus, and the other from Bias. (…) life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes”

The world calls me beautiful. It is something to be well received. I like a favorable reception; it expands the countenance, and those around me do not then appear so ugly. I possess a share of wit, and a certain relative sensibility, which enables me to draw from life in general, for the support of mine, all I meet with that is good, like the monkey who cracks the nut to get at its contents. I am rich, for you have one of the first fortunes in France. I am your only daughter, and you are not so exacting as the fathers of the Porte Saint-Martin and Gaîté, who disinherit their daughters for not giving them grandchildren. Besides, the provident law has deprived you of the power to disinherit me, at least entirely, as it has also of the power to compel me to marry Monsieur This or Monsieur That. And so—being, beautiful, witty, somewhat talented, as the comic operas say, and rich—and that is happiness, sir—why do you call me unhappy?”

Eugénie looked at Danglars, much surprised that one flower of her crown of pride, with which she had so superbly decked herself, should be disputed.”

I do not willingly enter into arithmetical explanations with an artist like you, who fears to enter my study lest she should imbibe disagreeable or anti-poetic impressions and sensations.”

the credit of a banker is his physical and moral life; that credit sustains him as breath animates the body”

as credit sinks, the body becomes a corpse, and this is what must happen very soon to the banker who is proud to own so good a logician as you for his daughter.” But Eugénie, instead of stooping, drew herself up under the blow. “Ruined?” said she.

Yes, ruined! Now it is revealed, this secret so full of horror, as the tragic poet says. Now, my daughter, learn from my lips how you may alleviate this misfortune, so far as it will affect you.””

Oh,” cried Eugénie, “you are a bad physiognomist, if you imagine I deplore on my own account the catastrophe of which you warn me. I ruined? and what will that signify to me? Have I not my talent left? Can I not, like Pasta¹, Malibran², Grisi³, acquire for myself what you would never have given me, whatever might have been your fortune, 100 or 150.000 livres per annum, for which I shall be indebted to no one but myself; and which, instead of being given as you gave me those poor 12.000 francs, with sour looks and reproaches for my prodigality, will be accompanied with acclamations, with bravos, and with flowers? And if I do not possess that talent, which your smiles prove to me you doubt, should I not still have that ardent love of independence, which will be a substitute for wealth, and which in my mind supersedes even the instinct of self-preservation? No, I grieve not on my own account, I shall always find a resource; my books, my pencils, my piano, all the things which cost but little, and which I shall be able to procure, will remain my own.

¹ Giuditta Pasta, soprano italiana do século XIX.

² Maria Malibran, mezzo-soprano espanhola, foi contemporânea de G. Pasta, mas só viveu 28 anos.

³ Outra mezzo-soprano de família abastada e freqüente nas óperas de Rossini. Na verdade, a dúvida é se se trata de Giuditta ou Giulia, a caçula, ambas muito talentosas.

From my earliest recollections, I have been beloved by no one—so much the worse; that has naturally led me to love no one—so much the better—now you have my profession of faith.”

I do not despise bankruptcies, believe me, but they must be those which enrich, not those which ruin.”

Five minutes afterwards the piano resounded to the touch of Mademoiselle d’Armilly’s fingers, and Mademoiselle Danglars was singing Brabantio’s malediction on Desdemona¹.

¹ Ou “Brabanzio”. Trata-se de uma cena do Otelo de Shakespeare.

Without reckoning,” added Monte Cristo, “that he is on the eve of entering into a sort of speculation already in vogue in the United States and in England, but quite novel in France.”

Yes, yes, I know what you mean,—the railway, of which he has obtained the grant, is it not?”

Precisely; it is generally believed he will gain ten millions by that affair.”

Ten millions! Do you think so? It is magnificent!” said Cavalcanti, who was quite confounded at the metallic sound of these golden words.

Well, you must become a diplomatist; diplomacy, you know, is something that is not to be acquired; it is instinctive. Have you lost your heart?”

This calm tone and perfect ease made Andrea feel that he was, for the moment, restrained by a more muscular hand than his own, and that the restraint could not be easily broken through.”

What is it?”

Advice.”

Be careful; advice is worse than a service.”

An Academician would say that the entertainments of the fashionable world are collections of flowers which attract inconstant butterflies, famished bees, and buzzing drones.”

At the moment when the hand of the massive time-piece, representing Endymion asleep, pointed to nine on its golden face, and the hammer, the faithful type of mechanical thought, struck nine times, the name of the Count of Monte Cristo resounded in its turn, and as if by an electric shock all the assembly turned towards the door.”

Having accomplished these three social duties, Monte Cristo stopped, looking around him with that expression peculiar to a certain class, which seems to say, <I have done my duty, now let others do theirs.>”

all were eager to speak to him, as is always the case with those whose words are few and weighty.”

Mademoiselle Danglars’ charms were heightened in the opinion of the young men, and for the moment seemed to outvie the sun in splendor. As for the ladies, it is needless to say that while they coveted the millions, they thought they did not need them for themselves, as they were beautiful enough without them.”

But at the same instant the crowd of guests rushed in alarm into the principal salon as if some frightful monster had entered the apartments, quærens quem devoret [procurando quem devorar]. There was, indeed, reason to retreat, to be alarmed, and to scream. An officer was placing two soldiers at the door of each drawing-room, and was advancing towards Danglars, preceded by a commissary of police, girded with his scarf.”

What is the matter, sir?” asked Monte Cristo, advancing to meet the commissioner.

Which of you gentlemen,” asked the magistrate, without replying to the count, “answers to the name of Andrea Cavalcanti?” A cry of astonishment was heard from all parts of the room. They searched; they questioned. “But who then is Andrea Cavalcanti?” asked Danglars in amazement.

A galley-slave, escaped from confinement at Toulon.”

And what crime has he committed?”

He is accused,” said the commissary with his inflexible voice, “of having assassinated the man named Caderousse, his former companion in prison, at the moment he was making his escape from the house of the Count of Monte Cristo.” Monte Cristo cast a rapid glance around him. Andrea was gone.

Oh, do not confound the two, Eugénie.”

Hold your tongue! The men are all infamous, and I am happy to be able now to do more than detest them—I despise them.”

Oh, I am done with considering! I am tired of hearing only of market reports, of the end of the month, of the rise and fall of Spanish funds, of Haitian bonds. Instead of that, Louise—do you understand?—air, liberty, melody of birds, plains of Lombardy, Venetian canals, Roman palaces, the Bay of Naples. How much have we, Louise?”

that deep sleep which is sure to visit men of twenty years of age, even when they are torn with remorse.”

The honorable functionary had scarcely expressed himself thus, in that intonation which is peculiar to brigadiers of the gendarmerie, when a loud scream, accompanied by the violent ringing of a bell, resounded through the court of the hotel. <Ah, what is that?> cried the brigadier.

<Some traveller seems impatient,> said the host. <What number was it that rang?>

<Number 3.>”

Andrea had very cleverly managed to descend two-thirds of the chimney, but then his foot slipped, and notwithstanding his endeavors, he came into the room with more speed and noise than he intended. It would have signified little had the room been empty, but unfortunately it was occupied. Two ladies, sleeping in one bed, were awakened by the noise, and fixing their eyes upon the spot whence the sound proceeded, they saw a man. One of these ladies, the fair one, uttered those terrible shrieks which resounded through the house, while the other, rushing to the bell-rope, rang with all her strength. Andrea, as we can see, was surrounded by misfortune.

<For pity’s sake,> he cried, pale and bewildered, without seeing whom he was addressing,—<for pity’s sake do not call assistance! Save me!—I will not harm you.>

<Andrea, the murderer!> cried one of the ladies.

<Eugénie! Mademoiselle Danglars!> exclaimed Andrea, stupefied.”

The baroness had looked forward to this marriage as a means of ridding her of a guardianship which, over a girl of Eugénie’s character, could not fail to be rather a troublesome undertaking; for in the tacit relations which maintain the bond of family union, the mother, to maintain her ascendancy over her daughter, must never fail to be a model of wisdom and a type of perfection.”

Sir, I do not deny the justice of your correction, but the more severely you arm yourself against that unfortunate man, the more deeply will you strike our family. Come, forget him for a moment, and instead of pursuing him, let him go.”

Listen; this is his description: <Benedetto, condemned, at the age of 16, for 5 years to the galleys for forgery.> He promised well, as you see—first a runaway, then an assassin.”

And who is this wretch?”

Who can tell?—a vagabond, a Corsican.”

Has no one owned him?”

No one; his parents are unknown.”

But who was the man who brought him from Lucca?”

for heaven’s sake, do not ask pardon of me for a guilty wretch! What am I?—the law. Has the law any eyes to witness your grief? Has the law ears to be melted by your sweet voice? Has the law a memory for all those soft recollections you endeavor to recall?” “Has mankind treated me as a brother? Have men loved me? Have they spared me? Has anyone shown the mercy towards me that you now ask at my hands? No, madame, they struck me, always struck me!”

Alas, alas, alas; all the world is wicked; let us therefore strike at wickedness!”

While working night and day, I sometimes lose all recollection of the past, and then I experience the same sort of happiness I can imagine the dead feel; still, it is better than suffering.”

Valentine, the hand which now threatens you will pursue you everywhere; your servants will be seduced with gold, and death will be offered to you disguised in every shape. You will find it in the water you drink from the spring, in the fruit you pluck from the tree.”

But did you not say that my kind grandfather’s precaution had neutralized the poison?”

Yes, but not against a strong dose; the poison will be changed, and the quantity increased.” He took the glass and raised it to his lips. “It is already done,” he said; “brucine is no longer employed, but a simple narcotic! I can recognize the flavor of the alcohol in which it has been dissolved. If you had taken what Madame de Villefort has poured into your glass, Valentine—Valentine—you would have been doomed!”

But,” exclaimed the young girl, “why am I thus pursued?”

Why?—are you so kind—so good—so unsuspicious of ill, that you cannot understand, Valentine?”

No, I have never injured her.”

But you are rich, Valentine; you have 200.000 livres a year, and you prevent her son from enjoying these 200.000 livres.”

Edward? Poor child! Are all these crimes committed on his account?”

Ah, then you at length understand?”

And is it possible that this frightful combination of crimes has been invented by a woman?”

Valentine, would you rather denounce your stepmother?”

I would rather die a hundred times—oh, yes, die!”

She tried to replace the arm, but it moved with a frightful rigidity which could not deceive a sick-nurse.”

For some temperaments work is a remedy for all afflictions.”

and the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré was filled with a crowd of idlers, equally pleased to witness the festivities or the mourning of the rich, and who rush with the same avidity to a funeral procession as to the marriage of a duchess.”

but the article is not mine; indeed, I doubt if it will please M. Villefort, for it says that if four successive deaths had happened anywhere else than in the house of the king’s attorney, he would have interested himself somewhat more about it.”

Do you know, count, that persons of our time of life—not that you belong to the class, you are still a young man,—but as I was saying, persons of our time of life have been very unfortunate this year. For example, look at the puritanical procureur, who has just lost his daughter, and in fact nearly all his family, in so singular a manner; Morcerf dishonored and dead; and then myself covered with ridicule through the villany of Benedetto; besides——”

Oh, how happy you must be in not having either wife or children!”

Do you think so?”

Indeed I do.”

Philosophers may well say, and practical men will always support the opinion, that money mitigates many trials; and if you admit the efficacy of this sovereign balm, you ought to be very easily consoled—you, the king of finance, the focus of immeasurable power.”

<So rich, dear sir, that your fortune resembles the pyramids; if you wished to demolish them you could not, and if it were possible, you would not dare!> Danglars smiled at the good-natured pleasantry of the count.”

It is a fine thing to have such credit; really, it is only in France these things are done. Five millions on five little scraps of paper!—it must be seen to be believed.”

If a thunderbolt had fallen at the banker’s feet, he could not have experienced greater terror.”

<I never joke with bankers,> said Monte Cristo in a freezing manner”

Ah, true, I was writing. I do sometimes, soldier though I am.”

Why do you mention my father?” stammered he; “why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?”

Because I am he who saved your father’s life when he wished to destroy himself, as you do today—because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Pharaon to old Morrel—because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, a child, on my knees.” Morrel made another step back, staggering, breathless, crushed; then all his strength give way, and he fell prostrate at the feet of Monte Cristo. Then his admirable nature underwent a complete and sudden revulsion; he arose, rushed out of the room and to the stairs, exclaiming energetically, “Julie, Julie—Emmanuel, Emmanuel!”

<Live—the day will come when you will be happy, and will bless life!>—no matter whose voice had spoken, we should have heard him with the smile of doubt, or the anguish of incredulity,—and yet how many times has your father blessed life while embracing you—how often have I myself——”

Ah,” exclaimed Morrel, interrupting the count, “you had only lost your liberty, my father had only lost his fortune, but I have lost Valentine.”

in grief, as in life, there is always something to look forward to beyond (…) one day you will thank me for having preserved your life.”

Come—do you know of what the Count of Monte Cristo is capable? do you know that he holds terrestrial beings under his control?”

I do not know whether you remember that this is the 5th of September; it is 10 years today since I saved your father’s life, who wished to die.”

Asmodeus—that diabolical personage, who would have been created by every fertile imagination if Le Sage had not acquired the priority in his great masterpiece—would have enjoyed a singular spectacle, if he had lifted up the roof of the little house in the Rue Saint-Germain-des-Prés, while Debray was casting up his figures.”

Amongst the Catalans, Mercédès wished for a thousand things, but still she never really wanted any. So long as the nets were good, they caught fish; and so long as they sold their fish, they were able to buy twine for new nets.”

Now I think we are rich, since instead of the 114 francs we require for the journey we find ourselves in possession of 250.”

Silence,—be silent!” said Andrea, who knew the delicate sense of hearing possessed by the walls; “for heaven’s sake, do not speak so loud!”

But I have always observed that poisoners were cowards. Can you be a coward,—you who have had the courage to witness the death of two old men and a young girl murdered by you?”

What I require is, that justice be done. I am on the earth to punish, madame,” he added, with a flaming glance; “any other woman, were it the queen herself, I would send to the executioner; but to you I shall be merciful. To you I will say, <Have you not, madame, put aside some of the surest, deadliest, most speedy poison?>”

Oh, pardon me, sir; let me live!”

She is cowardly,” said Villefort.

and one of the softest and most brilliant days of September shone forth in all its splendor.”

Well, do you know why they die so multitudinously at M. de Villefort’s?”

<Multitudinously> is good,” said Château-Renaud.

My good fellow, you’ll find the word in Saint-Simon.”

But the thing itself is at M. de Villefort’s; but let’s get back to the subject.”

Talking of that,” said Debray, “Madame was making inquiries about that house, which for the last three months has been hung with black.”

Who is Madame?” asked Château-Renaud.

The minister’s wife, pardieu!

No, my dear fellow, it is not at all incredible. You saw the child pass through the Rue Richelieu last year, who amused himself with killing his brothers and sisters by sticking pins in their ears while they slept. The generation who follow us are very precocious.”

I am 21 years old, or rather I shall be in a few days, as I was born the night of the 27th of September, 1817.” M. de Villefort, who was busy taking down some notes, raised his head at the mention of this date.

<At Auteuil, near Paris.>” M. de Villefort a second time raised his head, looked at Benedetto as if he had been gazing at the head of Medusa, and became livid. As for Benedetto, he gracefully wiped his lips with a fine cambric pocket-handkerchief.”

This is, indeed, the reason why I begged you to alter the order of the questions.” The public astonishment had reached its height. There was no longer any deceit or bravado in the manner of the accused. The audience felt that a startling revelation was to follow this ominous prelude.

Well,” said the president; “your name?”

I cannot tell you my name, since I do not know it; but I know my father’s, and can tell it to you.”

A painful giddiness overwhelmed Villefort; great drops of acrid sweat fell from his face upon the papers which he held in his convulsed hand.

Repeat your father’s name,” said the president. Not a whisper, not a breath, was heard in that vast assembly; everyone waited anxiously.

My father is king’s attorney,’ replied Andrea calmly.

King’s attorney?” said the president, stupefied, and without noticing the agitation which spread over the face of M. de Villefort; ‘king’s attorney?”

Yes; and if you wish to know his name, I will tell it,—he is named Villefort.” The explosion, which had been so long restrained from a feeling of respect to the court of justice, now burst forth like thunder from the breasts of all present; the court itself did not seek to restrain the feelings of the audience. The exclamations, the insults addressed to Benedetto, who remained perfectly unconcerned, the energetic gestures, the movement of the gendarmes, the sneers of the scum of the crowd always sure to rise to the surface in case of any disturbance—all this lasted five minutes, before the door-keepers and magistrates were able to restore silence.

the procureur, who sat as motionless as though a thunderbolt had changed him into a corpse.”

I was born in No. 28, Rue de la Fontaine, in a room hung with red damask; my father took me in his arms, telling my mother I was dead, wrapped me in a napkin marked with an H and an N, and carried me into a garden, where he buried me alive.”

A shudder ran through the assembly when they saw that the confidence of the prisoner increased in proportion to the terror of M. de Villefort. “But how have you become acquainted with all these details?” asked the president.

The man carried me to the foundling asylum, where I was registered under the number 37. Three months afterwards, a woman travelled from Rogliano to Paris to fetch me, and having claimed me as her son, carried me away. Thus, you see, though born in Paris, I was brought up in Corsica.” “my perverse disposition prevailed over the virtues which my adopted mother endeavored to instil into my heart. I increased in wickedness till I committed crime.”

<Do not blaspheme, unhappy child, the crime is that of your father, not yours,—of your father, who consigned you to hell if you died, and to misery if a miracle preserved you alive.> After that I ceased to blaspheme, but I cursed my father. That is why I have uttered the words for which you blame me; that is why I have filled this whole assembly with horror. If I have committed an additional crime, punish me, but if you will allow that ever since the day of my birth my fate has been sad, bitter, and lamentable, then pity me.”

<My mother thought me dead; she is not guilty. I did not even wish to know her name, nor do I know it.>” Just then a piercing cry, ending in a sob, burst from the centre of the crowd, who encircled the lady who had before fainted, and who now fell into a violent fit of hysterics. She was carried out of the hall, the thick veil which concealed her face dropped off, and Madame Danglars was recognized.”

Well, then, look at M. de Villefort, and then ask me for proofs.”

Everyone turned towards the procureur, who, unable to bear the universal gaze now riveted on him alone, advanced staggering into the midst of the tribunal, with his hair dishevelled and his face indented with the mark of his nails. The whole assembly uttered a long murmur of astonishment.

Father,” said Benedetto, “I am asked for proofs, do you wish me to give them?”

No, no, it is useless,” stammered M. de Villefort in a hoarse voice; “no, it is useless!”

How useless?” cried the president, “what do you mean?”

I mean that I feel it impossible to struggle against this deadly weight which crushes me. Gentlemen, I know I am in the hands of an avenging God! We need no proofs; everything relating to this young man is true.”

A dull, gloomy silence, like that which precedes some awful phenomenon of nature, pervaded the assembly, who shuddered in dismay.

What, M. de Villefort,” cried the president, “do you yield to an hallucination? What, are you no longer in possession of your senses? This strange, unexpected, terrible accusation has disordered your reason. Come, recover.”

The procureur dropped his head; his teeth chattered like those of a man under a violent attack of fever, and yet he was deadly pale.

I am in possession of all my senses, sir,” he said; “my body alone suffers, as you may suppose. I acknowledge myself guilty of all the young man has brought against me, and from this hour hold myself under the authority of the procureur who will succeed me.”

And as he spoke these words with a hoarse, choking voice, he staggered towards the door, which was mechanically opened by a door-keeper.

Well,” said Beauchamp, “let them now say that drama is unnatural!”

Ma foi!” said Château-Renaud, “I would rather end my career like M. de Morcerf; a pistol-shot seems quite delightful compared with this catastrophe.”

And moreover, it kills,” said Beauchamp.

And to think that I had an idea of marrying his daughter,” said Debray. “She did well to die, poor girl!”

Many people have been assassinated in a tumult, but even criminals have rarely been insulted during trial.”

Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when the sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.

It would be difficult to describe the state of stupor in which Villefort left the Palais. Every pulse beat with feverish excitement, every nerve was strained, every vein swollen, and every part of his body seemed to suffer distinctly from the rest, thus multiplying his agony a thousand-fold.”

The weight of his fallen fortunes seemed suddenly to crush him; he could not foresee the consequences; he could not contemplate the future with the indifference of the hardened criminal who merely faces a contingency already familiar.

God was still in his heart. <God,> he murmured, not knowing what he said,—<God—God!> Behind the event that had overwhelmed him he saw the hand of God.”

During the last hour his own crime had alone been presented to his mind; now another object, not less terrible, suddenly presented itself. His wife! He had just acted the inexorable judge with her, he had condemned her to death, and she, crushed by remorse, struck with terror, covered with the shame inspired by the eloquence of his irreproachable virtue,—she, a poor, weak woman, without help or the power of defending herself against his absolute and supreme will,—she might at that very moment, perhaps, be preparing to die!” “Ah,” he exclaimed, “that woman became criminal only from associating with me! I carried the infection of crime with me, and she has caught it as she would the typhus fever, the cholera, the plague! And yet I have punished her—I have dared to tell her—I have—<Repent and die!> But no, she must not die; she shall live, and with me. We will flee from Paris and go as far as the earth reaches. I told her of the scaffold; oh, heavens, I forgot that it awaits me also! How could I pronounce that word? Yes, we will fly (…) Oh, what an alliance—the tiger and the serpent; worthy wife of such as I am!” “She loves him; it was for his sake she has committed these crimes. We ought never to despair of softening the heart of a mother who loves her child.” “she will live and may yet be happy, since her child, in whom all her love is centred, will be with her. I shall have performed a good action, and my heart will be lighter.”

anxiety carried him on further.”

Héloïse!” he cried. He fancied he heard the sound of a piece of furniture being removed. “Héloïse!” he repeated.

It is done, monsieur,” she said with a rattling noise which seemed to tear her throat. “What more do you want?” and she fell full length on the floor.

Villefort ran to her and seized her hand, which convulsively clasped a crystal bottle with a golden stopper. Madame de Villefort was dead. Villefort, maddened with horror, stepped back to the threshhold of the door, fixing his eyes on the corpse: “My son!” he exclaimed suddenly, “where is my son?—Edward, Edward!” and he rushed out of the room, still crying, “Edward, Edward!”

his thoughts flew about madly in his brain like the wheels of a disordered watch.”

The unhappy man uttered an exclamation of joy; a ray of light seemed to penetrate the abyss of despair and darkness. He had only to step over the corpse, enter the boudoir, take the child in his arms, and flee far, far away.

Villefort was no longer the civilized man; he was a tiger hurt unto death, gnashing his teeth in his wound. He no longer feared realities, but phantoms. He leaped over the corpse as if it had been a burning brazier. He took the child in his arms, embraced him, shook him, called him, but the child made no response. He pressed his burning lips to the cheeks, but they were icy cold and pale; he felt the stiffened limbs; he pressed his hand upon the heart, but it no longer beat,—the child was dead.

A folded paper fell from Edward’s breast. Villefort, thunderstruck, fell upon his knees; the child dropped from his arms, and rolled on the floor by the side of its mother. He picked up the paper, and, recognizing his wife’s writing, ran his eyes rapidly over its contents; it ran as follows:—

You know that I was a good mother, since it was for my son’s sake I became criminal. A good mother cannot depart without her son.”

Villefort could not believe his eyes,—he could not believe his reason; he dragged himself towards the child’s body, and examined it as a lioness contemplates its dead cub. Then a piercing cry escaped from his breast, and he cried,

Still the hand of God.”

The presence of the two victims alarmed him; he could not bear solitude shared only by two corpses. Until then he had been sustained by rage, by his strength of mind, by despair, by the supreme agony which led the Titans to scale the heavens, and Ajax to defy the gods. He now arose, his head bowed beneath the weight of grief, and, shaking his damp, dishevelled hair, he who had never felt compassion for anyone determined to seek his father, that he might have someone to whom he could relate his misfortunes,—some one by whose side he might weep.

He descended the little staircase with which we are acquainted, and entered Noirtier’s room. The old man appeared to be listening attentively and as affectionately as his infirmities would allow to the Abbé Busoni, who looked cold and calm, as usual. Villefort, perceiving the abbé, passed his hand across his brow.

He recollected the call he had made upon him after the dinner at Auteuil, and then the visit the abbé had himself paid to his house on the day of Valentine’s death. “You here, sir!” he exclaimed; “do you, then, never appear but to act as an escort to death?”

Busoni turned around, and, perceiving the excitement depicted on the magistrate’s face, the savage lustre of his eyes, he understood that the revelation had been made at the assizes; but beyond this he was ignorant.

I came to pray over the body of your daughter.”

And now why are you here?”

I come to tell you that you have sufficiently repaid your debt, and that from this moment I will pray to God to forgive you, as I do.”

Good heavens!” exclaimed Villefort, stepping back fearfully, “surely that is not the voice of the Abbé Busoni!”

No!” The abbé threw off his wig, shook his head, and his hair, no longer confined, fell in black masses around his manly face.

It is the face of the Count of Monte Cristo!” exclaimed the procureur, with a haggard expression.

You are not exactly right, M. Procureur; you must go farther back.”

That voice, that voice!—where did I first hear it?”

You heard it for the first time at Marseilles, 23 years ago, the day of your marriage with Mademoiselle de Saint-Méran. Refer to your papers.”

You are not Busoni?—you are not Monte Cristo? Oh, heavens—you are, then, some secret, implacable, and mortal enemy! I must have wronged you in some way at Marseilles. Oh, woe to me!”

Yes; you are now on the right path,” said the count, crossing his arms over his broad chest; “search—search!”

But what have I done to you?” exclaimed Villefort, whose mind was balancing between reason and insanity, in that cloud which is neither a dream nor reality; “what have I done to you? Tell me, then! Speak!”

You condemned me to a horrible, tedious death; you killed my father; you deprived me of liberty, of love, and happiness.”

Who are you, then? Who are you?”

I am the spectre of a wretch you buried in the dungeons of the Château d’If. God gave that spectre the form of the Count of Monte Cristo when he at length issued from his tomb, enriched him with gold and diamonds, and led him to you!”

Ah, I recognize you—I recognize you!” exclaimed the king’s attorney; “you are——”

Monte Cristo became pale at this horrible sight; he felt that he had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance, and that he could no longer say, “God is for and with me.” With an expression of indescribable anguish he threw himself upon the body of the child, reopened its eyes, felt its pulse, and then rushed with him into Valentine’s room, of which he double-locked the door. “My child,” cried Villefort, “he carries away the body of my child! Oh, curses, woe, death to you!”

In his arms he held the child, whom no skill had been able to recall to life. Bending on one knee, he placed it reverently by the side of its mother, with its head upon her breast.” 

you may pretend he is not here, but I will find him, though I dig forever!” Monte Cristo drew back in horror.

Oh,” he said, “he is mad!” And as though he feared that the walls of the accursed house would crumble around him, he rushed into the street, for the first time doubting whether he had the right to do as he had done. “Oh, enough of this,—enough of this,” he cried; “let me save the last.”

Indeed,” said Julie, “might we not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those people, so rich, so happy but yesterday, had forgotten in their prosperity that an evil genius—like the wicked fairies in Perrault’s stories who present themselves unbidden at a wedding or baptism—hovered over them, and appeared all at once to revenge himself for their fatal neglect?”

If the Supreme Being has directed the fatal blow,” said Emmanuel, “it must be that he in his great goodness has perceived nothing in the past lives of these people to merit mitigation of their awful punishment.”

Do you not form a very rash judgment, Emmanuel?” said Julie.

When he had fixed his piercing look on this modern Babylon, which equally engages the contemplation of the religious enthusiast, the materialist, and the scoffer,—

Great city,” murmured he, inclining his head, and joining his hands as if in prayer, “less than 6 months have elapsed since first I entered thy gates. I believe that the Spirit of God led my steps to thee and that he also enables me to quit thee in triumph; the secret cause of my presence within thy walls I have confided alone to him who only has had the power to read my heart. God only knows that I retire from thee without pride or hatred, but not without many regrets; he only knows that the power confided to me has never been made subservient to my personal good or to any useless cause. Oh, great city, it is in thy palpitating bosom that I have found that which I sought; like a patient miner, I have dug deep into thy very entrails to root out evil thence. Now my work is accomplished, my mission is terminated, now thou canst neither afford me pain nor pleasure. Adieu, Paris, adieu!”

Maximilian,” said the count, “the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them. I have two friends, who in this way never depart from me; the one who gave me being, and the other who conferred knowledge and intelligence on me.” 

It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.”

Morrel was not insensible to that sensation of delight which is generally experienced in passing rapidly through the air, and the wind which occasionally raised the hair from his forehead seemed on the point of dispelling momentarily the clouds collected there.

As the distance increased between the travellers and Paris, almost superhuman serenity appeared to surround the count; he might have been taken for an exile about to revisit his native land.—Marseilles, white, fervid, full of life and energy,—Marseilles, the younger sister of Tyre and Carthage, the successor to them in the empire of the Mediterranean,—Marseilles, old, yet always young.

Oh, heavens!” exclaimed Morrel, “I do not deceive myself—that young man who is waving his hat, that youth in the uniform of a lieutenant, is Albert de Morcerf!”

Yes,” said Monte Cristo, “I recognized him.”

How so?—you were looking the other way.”

The Count smiled, as he was in the habit of doing when he did not want to make any reply, and he again turned towards the veiled woman, who soon disappeared at the corner of the street. Turning to his friend,—“Dear Maximilian,” said the count, “have you nothing to do in this land?”

See” (and she exposed her face completely to view)—“see, misfortune has silvered my hair, my eyes have shed so many tears that they are encircled by a rim of purple, and my brow is wrinkled. You, Edmond, on the contrary,—you are still young, handsome, dignified; it is because you have had faith; because you have had strength, because you have had trust in God, and God has sustained you.” “It often happens,” continued she, “that a first fault destroys the prospects of a whole life.” 

Why, having recognized you, and I the only one to do so—why was I able to save my son alone? Ought I not also to have rescued the man that I had accepted for a husband, guilty though he were? Yet I let him die! What do I say? Oh, merciful heavens, was I not accessory to his death by my supine insensibility, by my contempt for him, not remembering, or not willing to remember, that it was for my sake he had become a traitor and a perjurer? (…) like all renegades I am of evil omen to those who surround me!”

God needed me, and I lived. Examine the past and the present, and endeavor to dive into futurity, and then say whether I am not a divine instrument. The most dreadful misfortunes, the most frightful sufferings, the abandonment of all those who loved me, the persecution of those who did not know me, formed the trials of my youth; when suddenly, from captivity, solitude, misery, I was restored to light and liberty, and became the possessor of a fortune so brilliant, so unbounded, so unheard-of, that I must have been blind not to be conscious that God had endowed me with it to work out his own great designs.  (…) Not a thought was given to a life which you once, Mercédès, had the power to render blissful; not one hour of peaceful calm was mine; but I felt myself driven on like an exterminating angel.

I collected every means of attack and defence; I inured my body to the most violent exercises, my soul to the bitterest trials; I taught my arm to slay, my eyes to behold excruciating sufferings, and my mouth to smile at the most horrid spectacles. Good-natured, confiding, and forgiving as I had been, I became revengeful, cunning, and wicked, or rather, immovable as fate.”

Like the gulf between me and the past, there is an abyss between you, Edmond, and the rest of mankind; and I tell you freely that the comparison I draw between you and other men will ever be one of my greatest tortures. No, there is nothing in the world to resemble you in worth and goodness!”

Before I leave you, Mercédès, have you no request to make?” said the count.

I desire but one thing in this world, Edmond,—the happiness of my son.”

I approve of the deed, but I must pray for the dead.”

I have no will, unless it be the will never to decide.”

A man of the count’s temperament could not long indulge in that melancholy which can exist in common minds, but which destroys superior ones. He thought he must have made an error in his calculations if he now found cause to blame himself.”

can I have been following a false path?—can the end which I proposed be a mistaken end?—can one hour have sufficed to prove to an architect that the work upon which he founded all his hopes was an impossible, if not a sacrilegious, undertaking? I cannot reconcile myself to this idea—it would madden me. The reason why I am now dissatisfied is that I have not a clear appreciation of the past. The past, like the country through which we walk, becomes indistinct as we advance. My position is like that of a person wounded in a dream”

There had been no prisoners confined in the Château d’If since the revolution of July; it was only inhabited by a guard, kept there for the prevention of smuggling [tráfico]. A concierge waited at the door to exhibit to visitors this monument of curiosity, once a scene of terror. The count inquired whether any of the ancient jailers were still there; but they had all been pensioned, or had passed on to some other employment. The concierge who attended him had only been there since 1830. He visited his own dungeon. He again beheld the dull light vainly endeavoring to penetrate the narrow opening. His eyes rested upon the spot where had stood his bed, since then removed, and behind the bed the new stones indicated where the breach made by the Abbé Faria had been. Monte Cristo felt his limbs tremble; he seated himself upon a log of wood.

<Are there any stories connected with this prison besides the one relating to the poisoning of Mirabeau?> asked the count; <are there any traditions respecting these dismal abodes,—in which it is difficult to believe men can ever have imprisoned their fellow-creatures?>

<Yes, sir; indeed, the jailer Antoine told me one connected with this very dungeon.>

Monte Cristo shuddered; Antoine had been his jailer. He had almost forgotten his name and face, but at the mention of the name he recalled his person as he used to see it, the face encircled by a beard, wearing the brown jacket, the bunch of keys, the jingling of which he still seemed to hear.”

he felt afraid of hearing his own history.”

And which of them made this passage?”

Oh, it must have been the young man, certainly, for he was strong and industrious, while the abbé was aged and weak; besides, his mind was too vacillating to allow him to carry out an idea.”

Blind fools!” murmured the count.

However, be that as it may, the young man made a tunnel, how or by what means no one knows; but he made it, and there is the evidence yet remaining of his work. Do you see it?”

The result was that the two men communicated with one another; how long they did so, nobody knows. One day the old man fell ill and died. Now guess what the young one did?”

Tell me.”

Now this was his project. He fancied that they buried the dead at the Château d’If, and imagining they would not expend much labor on the grave of a prisoner, he calculated on raising the earth with his shoulders, but unfortunately their arrangements at the Château frustrated his projects. They never buried the dead; they merely attached a heavy cannon-ball to the feet, and then threw them into the sea. This is what was done. The young man was thrown from the top of the rock; the corpse was found on the bed next day, and the whole truth was guessed, for the men who performed the office then mentioned what they had not dared to speak of before, that at the moment the corpse was thrown into the deep, they heard a shriek, which was almost immediately stifled by the water in which it disappeared.” The count breathed with difficulty; the cold drops ran down his forehead, and his heart was full of anguish.

No,” he muttered, “the doubt I felt was but the commencement of forgetfulness; but here the wound reopens, and the heart again thirsts for vengeance. And the prisoner,” he continued aloud, “was he ever heard of afterwards?”

Oh, no; of course not.

Then you pity him?” said the count.

Ma foi, yes; though he was in his own element.”

What do you mean?”

The report was that he had been a naval officer, who had been confined for plotting with the Bonapartists.”

Great is truth,” muttered the count, “fire cannot burn, nor water drown it! Thus the poor sailor lives in the recollection of those who narrate his history; his terrible story is recited in the chimney-corner, and a shudder is felt at the description of his transit through the air to be swallowed by the deep.” Then, the count added aloud, “Was his name ever known?”

Oh, yes; but only as No. 34.” #SugestãodeTítulodeLivro

Oh, Villefort, Villefort,” murmured the count, “this scene must often have haunted thy sleepless hours!”

Ah—No. 27.”

Yes; No. 27.” repeated the count, who seemed to hear the voice of the abbé answering him in those very words through the wall when asked his name.

Come, sir.”

I will leave you the torch, sir.”

No, take it away; I can see in the dark.”

Why, you are like No. 34. They said he was so accustomed to darkness that he could see a pin in the darkest corner of his dungeon.”

He spent 14 years to arrive at that,” muttered the count.

The guide carried away the torch.

O God! he read, preserve my memory!

Oh, yes,” he cried, “that was my only prayer at last; I no longer begged for liberty, but memory; I dreaded to become mad and forgetful. O God, thou hast preserved my memory; I thank thee, I thank thee!” 

Listen,” said the guide; “I said to myself, <Something is always left in a cell inhabited by one prisoner for 15 years,> so I began to sound the wall.”

Ah,” cried Monte Cristo, remembering the abbé’s 2 hiding-places.

After some search, I found that the floor gave a hollow sound near the head of the bed, and at the hearth.”

Yes,” said the count, “yes.”

I raised the stones, and found——”

A rope-ladder and some tools?”

How do you know that?” asked the guide in astonishment.

I do not know—I only guess it, because that sort of thing is generally found in prisoners’ cells.”

Yes, sir, a rope-ladder and tools.”

And have you them yet?”

No, sir; I sold them to visitors, who considered them great curiosities; but I have still something left.”

What is it?” asked the count, impatiently.

A sort of book, written upon strips of cloth.”

Go and fetch it, my good fellow; and if it be what I hope, you will do well.”

I will run for it, sir;” and the guide went out. Then the count knelt down by the side of the bed, which death had converted into an altar. “Oh, second father,” he exclaimed, “thou who hast given me liberty, knowledge, riches; thou who, like beings of a superior order to ourselves, couldst understand the science of good and evil”

Remove from me the remains of doubt, which, if it change not to conviction, must become remorse!” The count bowed his head, and clasped his hands together.

The manuscript was the great work by the Abbé Faria upon the kingdoms of Italy. The count seized it hastily, his eyes immediately fell upon the epigraph, and he read, <Thou shalt tear out the dragons’ teeth, and shall trample the lions under foot, saith the Lord.>

Ah,” he exclaimed, “here is my answer. Thanks, father, thanks.”

The name he pronounced, in a voice of tenderness, amounting almost to love, was that of Haydée.”

Alas,” said Monte Cristo, “it is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!”

I knew a man who like you had fixed all his hopes of happiness upon a woman. He was young, he had an old father whom he loved, a betrothed bride whom he adored. He was about to marry her, when one of the caprices of fate,—which would almost make us doubt the goodness of Providence, if that Providence did not afterwards reveal itself by proving that all is but a means of conducting to an end,—one of those caprices deprived him of his mistress, of the future of which he had dreamed (for in his blindness he forgot he could only read the present), and cast him into a dungeon.”

Fourteen years!” he muttered—“Fourteen years!” repeated the count. “During that time he had many moments of despair. He also, Morrel, like you, considered himself the unhappiest of men.”

She was dead?”

Worse than that, she was faithless, and had married one of the persecutors of her betrothed. You see, then, Morrel, that he was a more unhappy lover than you.”

And has he found consolation?”

He has at least found peace.”

And does he ever expect to be happy?”

He hopes so, Maximilian.” The young man’s head fell on his breast.

Another proof that he was a native of the universal country was apparent in the fact of his knowing no other Italian words than the terms used in music, and which like the <goddam> of Figaro, served all possible linguistic requirements. <Allegro!> he called out to the postilions at every ascent. <Moderato!> he cried as they descended. And heaven knows there are hills enough between Rome and Florence by the way of Aquapendente! These two words greatly amused the men to whom they were addressed.

What subject of meditation could present itself to the banker, so fortunately become bankrupt?

Danglars thought for ten minutes about his wife in Paris; another ten minutes about his daughter travelling with Mademoiselle d’Armilly; the same period was given to his creditors, and the manner in which he intended spending their money; and then, having no subject left for contemplation, he shut his eyes, and fell asleep.”

where are we going?”

Dentro la testa! answered a solemn and imperious voice, accompanied by a menacing gesture. Danglars thought dentro la testa meant, “Put in your head!” He was making rapid progress in Italian. He obeyed, not without some uneasiness, which, momentarily increasing, caused his mind, instead of being as unoccupied as it was when he began his journey, to fill with ideas which were very likely to keep a traveller awake, more especially one in such a situation as Danglars. His eyes acquired that quality which in the first moment of strong emotion enables them to see distinctly, and which afterwards fails from being too much taxed. Before we are alarmed, we see correctly; when we are alarmed, we see double; and when we have been alarmed, we see nothing but trouble.

His hair stood on end. He remembered those interesting stories, so little believed in Paris, respecting Roman bandits; he remembered the adventures that Albert de Morcerf had related when it was intended that he should marry Mademoiselle Eugénie.”

Is this the man?” asked the captain, who was attentively reading Plutarch’s Life of Alexander.

Himself, captain—himself.”

The man is tired,” said the captain, “conduct him to his bed.”

Oh,” murmured Danglars, “that bed is probably one of the coffins hollowed in the wall, and the sleep I shall enjoy will be death from one of the poniards I see glistening in the darkness.”

From their beds of dried leaves or wolf-skins at the back of the chamber now arose the companions of the man who had been found by Albert de Morcerf reading Cæsar’s Commentaries, and by Danglars studying the Life of Alexander. The banker uttered a groan and followed his guide; he neither supplicated nor exclaimed. He no longer possessed strength, will, power, or feeling; he followed where they led him. At length he found himself at the foot of a staircase, and he mechanically lifted his foot five or six times. Then a low door was opened before him, and bending his head to avoid striking his forehead he entered a small room cut out of the rock. The cell was clean, though empty, and dry, though situated at an immeasurable distance under the earth.

Oh, God be praised,” he said; “it is a real bed!”

Ecco! said the guide, and pushing Danglars into the cell, he closed the door upon him. A bolt grated and Danglars was a prisoner. If there had been no bolt, it would have been impossible for him to pass through the midst of the garrison who held the catacombs of St. Sebastian, encamped round a master whom our readers must have recognized as the famous Luigi Vampa.

Since the bandits had not despatched him at once, he felt that they would not kill him at all. They had arrested him for the purpose of robbery, and as he had only a few louis about him, he doubted not he would be ransomed. He remembered that Morcerf had been taxed at 4.000 crowns, and as he considered himself of much greater importance than Morcerf he fixed his own price at 8.000 crowns. Eight thousand crowns amounted to 48.000 livres; he would then have about 5.050.000 francs left. With this sum he could manage to keep out of difficulties.”

His first idea was to breathe, that he might know whether he was wounded. He borrowed this from Don Quixote, the only book he had ever read, but which he still slightly remembered.”

Two millions?—three?—four? Come, four? I will give them to you on condition that you let me go.”

Why do you offer me 4.000.000 for what is worth 5.000.000? This is a kind of usury, banker, that I do not understand.”

Take all, then—take all, I tell you, and kill me!”

Come, come, calm yourself. You will excite your blood, and that would produce an appetite it would require a million a day to satisfy. Be more economical.”

(…)

But you say you do not wish to kill me?”

No.”

And yet you will let me perish with hunger?”

Ah, that is a different thing.”

For the first time in his life, Danglars contemplated death with a mixture of dread and desire; the time had come when the implacable spectre, which exists in the mind of every human creature, arrested his attention and called out with every pulsation of his heart, <Thou shalt die!>”

he who had just abandoned 5.000.000 endeavored to save the 50.000 francs he had left, and sooner than give them up he resolved to enter again upon a life of privation—he was deluded by the hopefulness that is a premonition of madness. He who for so long a time had forgotten God, began to think that miracles were possible—that the accursed cavern might be discovered by the officers of the Papal States, who would release him; that then he would have 50.000 remaining, which would be sufficient to save him from starvation; and finally he prayed that this sum might be preserved to him, and as he prayed he wept.”

Are you not a Christian?” he said, falling on his knees. “Do you wish to assassinate a man who, in the eyes of heaven, is a brother? Oh, my former friends, my former friends!” he murmured, and fell with his face to the ground. Then rising in despair, he exclaimed, “The chief, the chief!”

Still, there have been men who suffered more than you.”

I do not think so.”

Yes; those who have died of hunger.”

Danglars thought of the old man whom, in his hours of delirium, he had seen groaning on his bed. He struck his forehead on the ground and groaned. “Yes,” he said, “there have been some who have suffered more than I have, but then they must have been martyrs at least.”

Yes; you see I am as exact as you are. But you are dripping, my dear fellow; you must change your clothes, as Calypso said to Telemachus. Come, I have a habitation prepared for you in which you will soon forget fatigue and cold.”

I have made an agreement with the navy, that the access to my island shall be free of all charge. I have made a bargain.”

Morrel looked at the count with surprise. “Count,” he said, “you are not the same here as in Paris.”

You are wrong, Morrel; I was really happy.”

Then you forget me, so much the better.”

How so?”

Yes; for as the gladiator said to the emperor, when he entered the arena, <He who is about to die salutes you.>

Why should we not spend the last three hours remaining to us of life, like those ancient Romans, who when condemned by Nero, their emperor and heir, sat down at a table covered with flowers, and gently glided into death, amid the perfume of heliotropes and roses?”

Count,” said Morrel, “you are the epitome of all human knowledge, and you seem like a being descended from a wiser and more advanced world than ours.”

There is something true in what you say,” said the count, with that smile which made him so handsome; “I have descended from a planet called grief.”

I believe all you tell me without questioning its meaning; for instance, you told me to live, and I did live; you told me to hope, and I almost did so. I am almost inclined to ask you, as though you had experienced death, <is it painful to die?>

Monte Cristo looked upon Morrel with indescribable tenderness. “Yes,” he said, “yes, doubtless it is painful, if you violently break the outer covering which obstinately begs for life. If you plunge a dagger into your flesh, if you insinuate a bullet into your brain, which the least shock disorders,—then certainly, you will suffer pain, and you will repent quitting a life for a repose you have bought at so dear a price.”

Yes; I know that there is a secret of luxury and pain in death, as well as in life; the only thing is to understand it.”

You have spoken truly, Maximilian; according to the care we bestow upon it, death is either a friend who rocks us gently as a nurse, or an enemy who violently drags the soul from the body. Some day, when the world is much older, and when mankind will be masters of all the destructive powers in nature, to serve for the general good of humanity; when mankind, as you were just saying, have discovered the secrets of death, then that death will become as sweet and voluptuous as a slumber in the arms of your beloved.”

I am endeavoring,” he thought, “to make this man happy; I look upon this restitution as a weight thrown into the scale to balance the evil I have wrought. Now, supposing I am deceived, supposing this man has not been unhappy enough to merit happiness. Alas, what would become of me who can only atone for evil by doing good?

Then he saw a woman of marvellous beauty appear on the threshold of the door separating the two rooms. Pale, and sweetly smiling, she looked like an angel of mercy conjuring the angel of vengeance.

Is it heaven that opens before me?” thought the dying man; “that angel resembles the one I have lost.”

Monte Cristo pointed out Morrel to the young woman, who advanced towards him with clasped hands and a smile upon her lips.

Valentine, Valentine!” he mentally ejaculated; but his lips uttered no sound, and as though all his strength were centred in that internal emotion, he sighed and closed his eyes. Valentine rushed towards him; his lips again moved.

Without me, you would both have died. May God accept my atonement in the preservation of these two existences!” “Oh, thank me again!” said the count; “tell me till you are weary, that I have restored you to happiness; you do not know how much I require this assurance.”

Because tomorrow, Haydée, you will be free; you will then assume your proper position in society, for I will not allow my destiny to overshadow yours. Daughter of a prince, I restore to you the riches and name of your father.”

do you not see how pale she is? Do you not see how she suffers?”

Oh, yes,” she cried, “I do love you! I love you as one loves a father, brother, husband! I love you as my life, for you are the best, the noblest of created beings!”

Let it be, then, as you wish, sweet angel; God has sustained me in my struggle with my enemies, and has given me this reward; he will not let me end my triumph in suffering; I wished to punish myself, but he has pardoned me. Love me then, Haydée! Who knows? perhaps your love will make me forget all that I do not wish to remember.”

What do you mean, my lord?”

I mean that one word from you has enlightened me more than 20 years of slow experience; I have but you in the world, Haydée; through you I again take hold on life, through you I shall suffer, through you rejoice.”

Novas famílias curam das antigas!

“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living.” Indeed Zupamann!

Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget that until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words,—<Wait and hope.> (Fac et spera)!—Your friend,

<Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte Cristo.>

URUPÊS – Contos e Preciosidades Antropológicas de Monteiro Lobato

GLOSSÁRIO (30 termos)

alqueire: mais de 2 e menos de 10 hectares (variação da medida conforme a região do país)

anequim: tosquia de ovelha;  espécie de tubarão = CAÇÃO, TINTUREIRA.

avenca: árvore

bacorejar: prever, pressentir

berne: larva de mosca

bicharoco: bicho pequeno; animal repelente; homenzarrão ou homem feioso.

bilha: vaso de gargalo curto e estreito; bujão; rabo, bunda (extremamente informal).

bocas do caeté legítimo / caquera / unha-de-vaca: o mesmo que solo fértil

bromatologia: ciência dos alimentos

capoeira, capoeirão: grande terreno não-cultivado (mata virgem – vide ao longo dos fragmentos de contos abaixo significados matizados)

carapina: carpinteiro

escolha: café bem reles

factótum: braço direito, faz-tudo

faroleiro: que trabalha num farol; ou quem fala demais.

filante: que corre em forma de fio; vinho engrossado; policial (gíria);  parasita = BURLISTA.

frágua: forja do ferreiro; fogueira; calor intenso; amargura; lugar calamitoso; pedregulho; corruptela de flagra.

grumete: soldado da marinha; abrasileirização de gourmet (à época groumet, criado numa adega ou então apreciador vinícola).

homessa!: interjeição: ora essa!, essa agora!

joão-grande: gaivota

marosca: trapaça

mata-bicho: gole de pinga; café da manhã; gorjeta.

mata-pau: Clúsia, espécie de figueira tropical. Ler o conto IX para definição completa.

melão-de-são-caetano: “1. Planta trepadeira (Momordica charantia) da família das cucurbitáceas, de folhas simples e alternas, com flores solitárias masculinas e femininas, fruto oblongo de casca rugosa, nativa de regiões tropicais e subtropicais. = CAETANO, CARAMELO, ERVA-DE-SÃO-CAETANO, MELOEIRO-DE-SÃO-CAETANO; 2. Fruto dessa planta, de sabor muito amargo.” Priberam.pt

ogre: ogro, bicho-papão

onzeneiro: agiota [criador de onzes em cima de dezes?]

paca: espécie mamífera parecida com a capivara que pode chegar a 70cm, de carne reputada deliciosa

picaço (antes do pintor e do carro): cavalo preto de cara e patas brancas; trem de ferro; carrapato-de-cachorro.

(*) “rodilha: rodela de pano torcido que o(a)s carregadores de águas de poços distantes da aldeia usam entre a cabeça e o pote ou a lata.”

toutiço: nuca

urupê: cogumelo também conhecido como orelha-de-pau

(*) Proveniente do glossário presente na própria obra.


PREFÁCIOS (INCLUI ENTREVISTA COM M.L.)

“Escrever <há> ou <êsse>, ou <ôutro>, ou <freqüência>, só porque uns ignaríssimos <alhos> gramaticais resolveram assim, é ser covarde, bobo. Que é a língua dum país? É a mais bela obra coletiva desse país. Ouça este pedacinho da Carolina Michaëlis [*]: <A língua é a mais genial, original e nacional obra d’arte que uma nação cria e desenvolve. Neste desenvolve está a evolução da língua. Uma língua está sempre se desenvolvendo no sentido da simplificação, e a reforma ortográfica foi apenas um simples apressar o passo desse desenvolvimento. Mas a criação de acentos novos, como o grave e o trema, bem como a inútil acentuação de quase todas as palavras, não é desenvolvimento para frente e sim complicação, involução e, portanto, coisa que só merece pau, pau e mais pau>. Pois não vê que a maior das línguas modernas, a mais rica em número de palavras, a mais falada de todas, a de mais opulenta literatura – a língua inglesa – não tem um só acento? E isto teve sua parte na vitória dos povos de língua inglesa no mundo, do mesmo modo que a excessiva acentuação da língua francesa foi parte de vulto na decadência e queda final da França.”

[*] Michaelis – A Saudade Portuguesa (1914)

“ENTREVISTADOR: Mas a acentuação já está imposta por lei.

MONTEIRO LOBATO: Não há lei humana que dirija uma língua, porque língua é um fenômeno natural, como a oferta e a procura, como o crescimento das crianças, como a senilidade, etc. Se uma lei institui a obrigatoriedade dos acentos, essa lei vai fazer companhia às leis idiotas que tentam regular preços e mais coisas. Leis assim nascem mortas e é um dever cívico ignorá-las, sejam lá quais forem os paspalhões que as assinem. A lei fica aí e nós, os donos da língua, o povo, vamos fazendo o que a lei natural da simplificação manda. Trema!… Acento grave!… <Ôutro> com acento circunflexo, como se houvesse meio de alguém enganar-se na pronúncia dessa palavra!… Imbecilidade pura, meu caro. E a reação contra o grotesco acentismo já começou. Os jornais não o aceitam e os escritores mais decentes idem. A aceitação do acento está ficando como a marca, a característica do carneirismo [regras ou máximas morais que uma coletividade passa de súbito a praticar, sem reflexão], do servilismo a tudo quanto cheira a oficial. Eu, de mim, solenemente o declaro, não sou <mé> [ovelha], e portanto não admito esses acentos em coisa nenhuma que eu escreva, nem leio nada que os traga. Se alguém me escreve uma carta cheia de acentos, encosto-a. Não leio. E se vem alguma com trema, devolvo-a, nobremente enojado…

NOTA DO EDITOR: Até a 36ª edição, a ortografia de Monteiro Lobato foi respeitada. A partir da 37ª edição, optou-se por seguir o Vocabulário Ortográfico da Língua Portuguesa. [!]


MONTEIRO LOBATO E A ACADEMIA

Em 1925, Monteiro Lobato inscreveu-se candidato a uma vaga da Academia Brasileira e obteve 14 votos. Mais tarde, inscreveu-se de novo mas arrependeu-se e, em carta ao presidente Carlos de Laet, retirou a sua apresentação. E nunca mais pensou em Academia.

Em 1944, um grupo de acadêmicos tomou a iniciativa de meter Monteiro Lobato lá dentro, pelo processo novo da indicação espontânea, processo que se havia inaugurado com a indicação, por dez acadêmicos, do sr. Getúlio Vargas. E Múcio Leão, presidente da Academia Brasileira, enviou a Monteiro Lobato a seguinte comunicação:

<RIO DE JANEIRO, 9 de outubro de 1944.

Ilustre amigo dr. Monteiro Lobato:

Tenho o prazer de comunicar-lhe que, em documento apresentado à Presidência da Academia Brasileira de Letras, em data de 7 do corrente e subscrito pelos srs. Olegário Mariano, Menotti del Picchia, Viriato Correia, Manuel Bandeira, Alceu Amoroso Lima, Cassiano Ricardo, Múcio Leão, Oliveira Viana, Barbosa Lima Sobrinho e Clementino Fraga, foi o nome de v. exa. indicado para a substituição do nosso saudoso e querido companheiro Alcides Maia. De acordo com o Regimento em vigor, cabe-me trazer a v. exa. esta comunicação.

Ainda de acordo com o Regimento, a inscrição de v. exa. se tornará efetiva, nos termos do art. 18, parágrafo primeiro, mediante carta que v. exa. dentro de dez dias, terá a bondade de enviar a esta presidência, dizendo que aceita a indicação e que deseja portanto concorrer à vaga.

Queira receber os protestos de minha grande estima e sincera consideração.

(assin.) Múcio Leão

Presidente da Academia Brasileira de Letras>

A resposta de Monteiro Lobato poderá constituir uma surpresa para muita gente, mas não para os que com ele privam e sabem da sua extraordinária coerência e fidelidade a si mesmo. É a seguinte:

<S. PAULO, 11 de outubro de 1944.

Sr. Múcio Leão

D.D. Presidente da Academia Brasileira:

Acuso o recebimento da carta de 9 do corrente, na qual me comunica que em documento apresentado à Academia Brasileira, subscrito por dez acadêmicos, foi meu nome indicado para a substituição de Alcides Maia; e que nos termos do Regimento devo declarar que aceito a indicação e desejo concorrer à vaga.

Esse gesto de dez acadêmicos do mais alto valor intelectual comoveu-me intensamente e a eles me escravizou. Vale-me por aclamação – honra com que jamais sonhei e está acima de qualquer merecimento que por acaso me atribuam. Mas o Regimento impõe a declaração de meu desejo de concorrer à vaga, e isso me embaraça. Já concorri às eleições acadêmicas no bom tempo em que alguma vaidade subsistia dentro de mim. O perpassar dos anos curou-me e hoje só desejo o esquecimento de minha insignificante pessoa. Submeter-me, pois, ao Regimento seria infidelidade para comigo mesmo – duplicidade a que não me atrevo.

De forma nenhuma esta recusa significa desapreço à Academia, pequenino demais que sou para menosprezar tão alta instituição. No ânimo dos dez signatários não paire a menor suspeita de que qualquer motivo subalterno me leva a este passo. Insisto no ponto para que ninguém veja duplo sentido nas razões de meu gesto… Não é modéstia, pois não sou modesto; não é menosprezo, pois na Academia tenho grandes amigos e nela vejo a fina flor da nossa intelectualidade. É apenas coerência; lealdade para comigo mesmo e para com os próprios signatários; reconhecimento público de que rebelde nasci e rebelde pretendo morrer. Pouco social que sou, a simples idéia de me ter feito acadêmico por agência minha me desassossegaria, me perturbaria o doce nirvanismo ledo e cego em que caí e me é o clima favorável à idade.

Do fundo do coração agradeço a generosa iniciativa; e em especial agradeço a Cassiano Ricardo e Menotti [quando esse sobrenome ainda valia como artista] o sincero empenho demonstrado em me darem tamanha prova de estima. Faço-me escravo de ambos. E a tudo atendendo, considero-me eleito – mas numa nova situação de academicismo: o acadêmico de fora, sentadinho na porta do Petit Trianon com os olhos reverentes pousados no busto do fundador da casa e o nome dos dez signatários gravados indelevelmente em meu imo. Fico-me na soleira do vestíbulo. Mal-comportado que sou, reconheço o meu lugar. O bom comportamento acadêmico lá de dentro me dá aflição…

Peço, senhor presidente, que transmita aos dez signatários os protestos da minha mais profunda gratidão e aceite um afetuoso abraço deste seu

Admirador e amigo

MONTEIRO LOBATO>”


CONTOS DA COLETÂNEA

I. OS FAROLEIROS (CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA)

“<Toda a gente> é um monstro com orelhas d’asno e miolos de macaco, incapaz duma idéia sensata sobre o que quer que seja.”

“Se percebo, sebo!”

“- Assina o meu drama um nome maior que o de Shakespeare…

– ???

– …a Vida, meu caro, a grande mestra dos shakespeares maiores e menores.”

“Eduardo começou do princípio.

– O farol é um romance. Um romance iniciado na antiguidade com as fogueiras armadas nos promontórios para norteio das embarcações de remo e continuado séculos em fora até nossos possantes holofotes elétricos. Enquanto subsistir no mundo o homem, o romance <Farol> não conhecerá epílogo. Monótono como as calmarias, embrecham-se [incrustam-se] nele, a espaços, capítulos de tragédia e loucura – pungentes gravuras de Doré[*] quebrando a monotonia de um diário de bordo. O caso dos Albatrozes foi um deles.” “Terá poesia de longe; de perto é alucinante.”

dore1

dore2

[*] Ilustrou Rabelais, Taine, Dante, Bürger (Münchhausen), Cervantes (Don Quixote, mais acima), Maxwell (Sindbad), Gautier, Victor Hugo, Tennyson, La Fontaine (Chapeuzinho Vermelho logo acima – e outros fabulistas), a própria Bíblia, Coleridge, Byron e Pérrault, para citar alguns!

“Uma leitura de Kipling despertara-me a curiosidade de conhecer um farol por dentro.”

“sem os faroleiros a manobrarem a <óptica>, esses comedores de carvão haviam de rachar à toinha aí pelos bancos de areia. Basta cair a cerração e já se põem tontos, a urrar de medo pela boca das sereias, que é mesmo um cortar a alma à gente. Porque então nem farol nem caracol. É a cegueira. Navegam com a Morte no leme. Fora disso, salva-os o foguinho lá de cima.”

“E na sua pinturesca linguagem de marítimo, que às vezes se tornava prodigiosamente técnica, narrou-me toda a história daquelas paragens malditas.”

“um já assim rachado de telha aos três por dois rebenta como bomba no fogo. Eu jogo que ele não vara o mês. Não vê seus modos?”

“Quero que o senhor me resolva um caso. Estão dois homens numa casa; de repente um enlouquece e rompe, como cação esfomeado, para cima do outro. Deve o outro deixar-se matar como carneiro ou tem o direito de atolar a faca na garganta do bicho?”

“Vi-me náufrago, retido para sempre num navio de pedra, grudado como desconforme craca na pedranceira da ilhota. E pela primeira vez na vida senti profundas saudades dessa coisa sórdida, a mais reles de quantas inventou a civilização – o <café>, com o seu tumulto, a sua poeira, o seu bafio a tabaco e a sua freguesia habitual de vagabundíssimos <agentes de negócios>…

Correram dias. Minto. No vazio daquele dessaborido viver no ermo o tempo não corria – arrastava-se com a lentidão da lesma por sobre chão liso e sem fim. Gerebita tornara-se enfadonho. Não mais narrava pinturescos incidentes da sua vida de marujo. Aferrado à idéia fixa da loucura do Cabrea, só cuidava de demonstrar-me os seus progressos. Fora desse tema sinistro, sua ocupação era seguir de olhos os navios que repontavam ao largo, até vê-los sumirem-se na curva do horizonte.”

“Como se casa bem com o mar o barco de vela! E que sórdido baratão craquento é ao pé dele o navio a vapor!”

“- Progresso amigo, tu és cômodo, és delicioso, mas feio… Que fizeste da coisa linda que é a vela enfunada? Do barco à antiga, onde ressoavam canções de maruja, e todo se enleava de cordame, e trazia gajeiro na gávea [marinheiro na plataforma superior, para observar à distância e gritar <Terra à vista!>], e lendas de serpentes marinhas na boca dos marinheiros, e a Nossa Senhora dos Navegantes em todas as almas, e o medo das sereias em todas as imaginações?

Desfez-se a poesia do reino encantado de Anfitrite ao ronco do Lusitânias, hotéis flutuantes com garçons em vez de <lobos-do-mar>, incaracterísticos, cosmopolitas, sem donaire, sem capitães de suíças, pitorescos no falar como 600 milhões de caravelas. O fumo da hulha sujou a aquarela maravilhosa que desde Hanon e Ulisses vinha o veleiro pintando sobre a tela oceânica…

– Se paras o caso dos loucos e te metes por intermezzos líricos para uso de meninas olheirudas, vou dormir. Volta ao farol, romanticão de má morte.

– Eu devia castigar o teu prosaísmo sonegando-te o epílogo do meu drama, ó filho do <café> e do carvão!

– Conta, conta…”

“Não te conto os pormenores do epílogo. Obtive luz e o que vi não te conto. Impossível pintar o hediondo aspecto de Cabrea com a carótida estraçalhada a dente, caído num lago de sangue. Ao seu lado Gerebita, com a cara e o peito vermelhos, a mão sangrenta, estatelava-se no chão, sem sentidos. Os meus transes diante daqueles corpos martirizados, àquela hora da noite – daquela terrível noite negra como esta e sacudida por um vento do inferno!…”

Mascagni – Cavalleria Rusticana [a ópera de Godfather III], intermezzo [trecho bem sem graça!]


II. O ENGRAÇADO ARREPENDIDO (A GARGALHADA DO COLECTOR¹)

¹ Agente da receita ou, quiçá, absorvente (arcaico).

“o animal que ri, vulgo homem”

Francisco Teixeira de Souza Pontes (…) Sabia de cor a Enciclopédia do Riso e da Galhofa², de Fuão Pechincha², o autor mais dessaborido que Deus botou no mundo”

² 1863

³ Pseudônimo de Eduardo Laemmert

“A gama inteira das vozes do cachorro, da acuação aos caititus [porcos-do-mato – ???] ao uivo à lua, e o mais, rosnado ou latido, assumia em sua boca perfectibilidade capaz de iludir aos próprios cães – e à lua.”

“Pontes ria parodiando o riso normal e espontâneo da criatura humana, única que ri além da raposa bêbada; e estacava de golpe, sem transição, caindo num sério de irresistível cômico.”

“Bastava sua presença. Mal o avistavam, já as caras refloriam; se fazia um gesto, espirravam risos; se abria a boca, espigaitavam-se uns, outros afrouxavam os coses, terceiros desabotoavam os coletes. E se entreabria o bico, Nossa Senhora!, eram cascalhadas, eram rinchavelhos [gargalhadas convulsas], eram guinchos, engasgos, fungações e asfixias tremendas.”

“– Quá, quá, quá – a companhia inteira, desmandibulada, chorava no espasmo supremo dos risos incoercíveis.”

“recibo sem selo”

Tudo cansa.”

A IRREVERSIBILIDADE DE TIRIRICA: “O estrondoso êxito do que a toda a gente se afigurou uma faceta nova da sua veia cômica verteu mais sombra na alma do engraçado arrependido. (…) Palhaço, então, eternamente palhaço à força? Mas a vida de um homem feito tem exigências sisudas, impõe gravidade e até casmurrice dispensáveis nos anos verdes. O cargo mais modesto da administração, uma simples vereança, requer na cara a imobilidade da idiotia que não ri. Não se concebe vereador risonho. Falta ao dito de Rabelais uma exclusão: o riso é próprio à espécie humana, fora o vereador.”

“E a caixeirada, os fregueses, os sapos de balcão e até passantes que pararam na calçada para <aproveitar o espírito>, desbocaram-se em quás de matraca até lhes doerem os diafragmas.”

“Urgia, entretanto, mudar de tecla, e Pontes volveu as vistas para o Estado, patrão cômodo e único possível nas circunstâncias, porque abstrato, porque não sabe rir nem conhece de perto as células que o compõem. Esse patrão, só ele, o tomaria a sério – o caminho da salvação, pois, embicava por ali. Estudou a possibilidade da agência do correio, dos tabelionatos, das coletorias e do resto. Bem ponderados os prós e contras, os trunfos e naipes, fixou a escolha na coletoria federal, cujo ocupante, major Bentes, por avelhantado e cardíaco, era de crer não durasse muito. Seu aneurisma andava na berra pública, com rebentamento esperado para qualquer hora. (…) Seu aneurisma, na opinião dos médicos que matavam pela alopatia, era coisa grave, de estourar ao menor esforço; mas o precavido velho não tinha pressa de ir-se para melhor, deixando uma vida onde os fados lhe conchegavam tão fofo ninho, e lá engambelava a doença com um regime ultrametódico. Se o mataria um esforço violento, sossegassem, ele não faria tal esforço.”

AGORA ESSE CHICO FOI LONGE DEMAIS: “Leu no Chernoviz¹ o capítulo dos aneurismas, decorou-o; andou em indagações de tudo quanto se dizia ou se escreveu a respeito; chegou a entender da matéria mais que o doutor Iodureto [nome duma substância usada na medicina], médico da terra, o qual, seja dito aqui à puridade, não entendia de coisa nenhuma desta vida.

O pomo da ciência, assim comido, induziu-o à tentação de matar o homem, forçando-o a estourar. Um esforço o mataria? Pois bem, Souza Pontes o levaria a esse esforço! – A gargalhada é um esforço, filosofava satànicamente de si para si. A gargalhada, portanto, mata. Ora, eu sei fazer rir…”

¹ Pedro Chernoviz, médico do II Império que escrevia tratados extremamente acessíveis, tais quais o Diccionário de Medicina Popular e das Ciências Acessórias para Uso das Famílias e História Natural para Meninos e Meninas.

“Também notaria nele o nervoso dos modos quem o observasse com argúcia – mas a argúcia não era virtude sobeja entre os seus conterrâneos, além de que estados d’alma do Pontes eram coisa de somenos, porque o Pontes…

– Ora o Pontes…”

“– Isso é velho, Pontes, já num almanaque Laemmert de 1850 me lembro de o ter lido.”

“Cada homem tem predileção por um certo gênero de humorismo ou chalaça. Este morre por pilhérias fesceninas de frades bojudos. Aquele péla-se pelo chiste bonacheirão da chacota germânica. Aquel’outro dá a vida pela pimenta gaulesa. O brasileiro adora a chalaça onde se põe a nu a burrice tamancuda de galegos e ilhéus. Mas o major? Por que não ria à inglesa, nem à alemã, nem à francesa, nem à brasileira? Qual o seu gênero? Um trabalho sistemático de observação, com a metódica exclusão dos gêneros já provados ineficientes, levou Pontes a descobrir a fraqueza do rijo adversário: o major lambia as unhas por casos de ingleses e frades. Era preciso, porém, que viessem juntos. Separados, negavam fogo. Esquisitices do velho. Em surgindo bifes vermelhos, de capacete de cortiça, roupa enxadrezada, sapatões formidolosos e cachimbo, juntamente com frades redondos, namorados da pipa e da polpa feminina, lá abria o major a boca e interrompia o serviço da mastigação, como criança a quem acenam com cocada. E quando o lance cômico chegava, ele ria com gosto, abertamente, embora sem exagero capaz de lhe destruir o equilíbrio sangüíneo.”

“Pescado fino era com ele, inda mais cozido pela Gertrudes. E naquele bródio [festinha, banquete], primara a Gertrudes num tempero que excedia as raias da culinária e se guindava ao mais puro lirismo. Que peixe! Vatel¹ o assinaria com a pena da impotência molhada na tinta da inveja, disse o escrevente, sujeito lido em Brillat-Savarin² e outros praxistas do paladar.”

¹ François Vatel, mordomo e cozinheiro real para os Bourbon, suposto inventor do chantilly.

² Jurista, porém mais célebre pela sua obra A Fisiologia do Gosto.

“Se o aneurisma lhe resiste ao embate, então é que o aneurisma era uma potoca, a aorta uma ficção, o Chernoviz um palavrório, a medicina uma miséria, o doutor Iodureto uma cavalgadura e ele, Pontes, o mais chapado sensaborão ainda aquecido pelo sol – indigno, portanto, de viver.”

PIADA BRASTEMP ANACRÔNICA: “– Dois barbadinhos e um lorde! A patifaria deve ser marca X. P. T. O [de primeira].”

Se eu fosse um publicitário dos anos 2000: “O XP não dá PT” “Quem tem XP não dá PT” (segmento RPGista)

“O major Antonio Pereira da Silva Bentes desferiu a primeira gargalhada da sua vida, franca, estrondosa, de ouvir-se no fim da rua, gargalhada igual à de Teufelsdrock diante de João Paulo Richter. Primeira e última, entretanto, porque no meio dela os convivas, atônitos, viram-no cair de borco sobre o prato, ao tempo que uma onda de sangue avermelhava a toalha. O assassino ergueu-se alucinado; aproveitando a confusão, esgueirou-se para a rua, qual outro Caim. Escondeu-se em casa, trancou-se no quarto, bateu dentes a noite inteira, suou gelado. Os menores rumores retransiam-no de pavor. Polícia?”

“<Como não me avisaste a tempo, conforme o combinado, só pelas folhas vim a saber da morte do Bentes. Fui ao ministro mas era tarde, já estava lavrada a nomeação do sucessor. A tua leviandade fez-te perder a melhor ocasião da vida. Guarda para teu governo este latim: tarde venientibus ossa, quem chega tarde só encontra os ossos – e sê mais esperto para o futuro.>

Um mês depois, descobriram-no pendente duma trave, com a língua de fora, rígido. Enforcara-se numa perna de ceroula¹. Quando a notícia deu volta pela cidade, toda a gente achou graça no caso. O galego do armazém comentou para os caixeiros:

– Vejam que criatura! Até morrendo fez chalaça. Enforcar-se na ceroula! Esta só mesmo do Pontes…”

¹ Infelizmente eis um caso em que o humor caducou por causa das mudanças de moda: teria de ser “retraduzida”, a piada, como “enforcou-se na própria cueca” ou então numa meia-calça…


III. A COLCHA DE RETALHOS

“Como a vida no mato asselvaja estas veadinhas! Note-se que os Alvoradas não são caipiras. Quando comprou a situação dos Periquitos, o velho vinha da cidade; lembro-me até que entrava em sua casa um jornal. Mas a vida lhes correu áspera na luta contra as terras ensapezadas e secas, que encurtam a renda por mais que dê de si o homem. Foram rareando as idas à cidade e ao cabo de todo se suprimiram. Depois que lhes nasceu a menina, rebento floral em anos outoniços, e que a geada queimou o café novo – uma tamina [insignificância, coisa desprezível], três mil pés – o velho, amuado, nunca mais espichou o nariz fora do sítio.

Se o marido deu assim em urumbeva [bicho-do-mato, rústico], a mulher, essa enraizou de peão para o resto da vida. Costumava dizer:

– Mulher na roça vai à vila três vezes – uma a batizar, outra a casar, terceira a enterrar.

Com tais casmurrices na cabeça dos velhos, era natural que a pobrezinha da Pingo d’Água (tinha esse apelido a Maria das Dores) se tolhesse na desenvoltura ao extremo de ganhar medo às gentes. Fôra uma vez à vila com vinte dias, a batizar. E já lá ia nos quatorze anos sem nunca mais ter-se arredado dali.

Ler? Escrever? Patacoadas, falta de serviço, dizia a mãe.

Que lhe valeu a ela ler e escrever que nem uma professora, se des’que casou nunca mais teve jeito de abrir um livro?

Na roça, como na roça.

Deixei a menina às voltas com a rodilha [glossário acima] e embrenhei-me por um atalho conducente à morada.

Que descalabro!…”

“Doce da roça mel é.”

“Se ainda teimo neste sapezal amaldiçoado é por via da menina; senão, largava tudo e ia viver no mato, como bicho.”

“- É para ver. E isto aqui tem coisa. É uma colcha de retalhos que venho fazendo há quatorze anos, des’que Pingo nasceu. Dos vestidinhos dela vou guardando cada retalho que sobeja e um dia os coso. Veja que galantaria de serviço…

Estendeu-me ante os olhos um pano variegado, de quadrinhos maiores e menores, todos de chita, cada qual de um padrão.

– Esta colcha é o meu presente de noivado. O último retalho há de ser do vestido de casamento, não é, Pingo?

Pingo d’Água não respondeu. Metida na cozinha, percebi que nos espiava por uma fresta.”

“Transcorreram dois anos sem que eu tornasse aos Periquitos. Nesse intervalo Sinh’Ana faleceu. Era fatal a dor que respondia na cacunda. E não mais me aflorava à memória a imagem daqueles humildes urupês, quando me chegou aos ouvidos o zunzum corrente no bairro, uma coisa apenas crível: o filho de um sitiante vizinho, rapaz de todo pancada, furtara Pingo d’Água aos Periquitos.

– Como isso? Uma menina tão acanhada!…

– É para ver! Desconfiem das sonsas… Fugiu, e lá rodou com ele para a cidade – não para casar, nem para enterrar. Foi ser <moça>, a pombinha…

O incidente ficou a azoinar-me o bestunto. À noite perdi o sono, revivendo cenas da minha última visita ao sítio, e nasceu-me a idéia de lá tornar. Para? Confesso: mera curiosidade, para ouvir os comentários da triste velhinha.”

“Ficou um vestido muito assentadinho no corpo, e galante, mas pelas minhas contas foi o culpado do Labreguinho engraçar-se da coitada. Hoje sei disso.”


IV. A VINGANÇA DA PEROBA [ÁRVORE CORTADA] (CHÓÓÓ! PAN!¹)

¹ Barulho do monjolo – e por que não? –, uma bela sinfonia para o homem do campo.

“Pertencia Nunes à classe dos que decaem por força de muita cachaça na cabeça e muita saia em casa. Filho homem só tinha o José Benedito, d’apelido Pernambi, um passarico desta alturinha, apesar de bem entrado nos sete anos. O resto era uma récula de <famílias mulheres> Maria Benedita, Maria da Conceição, Maria da Graça, Maria da Glória, um rosário de oito mariquinhas de saia comprida. Tanta mulher em casa amargava o ânimo do Nunes, que nos dias de cachaça ameaçava afogá-las na lagoa como se fossem uma ninhada de gatos.

O seu consolo era mimar Pernambi, que aquele ao menos logo estaria no eito, a ajudá-lo no cabo da enxada, enquanto o mulherio inútil mamparrearia por ali a espiolhar-se ao sol. Pegava, então, do menino e dava-lhe pinga. A princípio com caretas que muito divertiam o pai, o engrimanço pegou lesto no vício. Bebia e fumava muito sorna [indolente], com ares palermas de quem não é deste mundo. Também usava faca de ponta à cinta.

Homem que não bebe, não pita, não tem faca de ponta, não é homem, dizia o Nunes. E cônscio de que já era homem o piquirinha batia nas irmãs, cuspilhava de esguicho, dizia nomes à mãe, além de muitas outras coisas próprias de homem.”

“Comedido na pinga, Pedro Porunga casara com mulher sensata, que lhe dera seis <famílias>, tudo homem. Era natural que prosperasse, com tanta gente no eito. Plantava cada setembro três alqueires de milho; tinha dois monjolos, moenda, sua mandioquinha, sua cana, além duma égua e duas porcas de cria. Caçava com espingarda de dois canos, <imitação Laporte>, boa de chumbo como não havia outra. Morava em casa nova, bem coberta de sapé de boa lua, aparado à linha, com mestria, no beiral; os esteios e portais eram de madeira lavrada; e as paredes, rebocadas à mão por dentro, coisa muito fina.

Já o Nunes – pobre do Nunes! – não punha na terra nem um alqueire de semente. Teve égua, mas barganhou-a por um capadete e uma espingarda velha. Comido o porquinho, sobrou do negócio o caco da pica-pau, dum cano só e manhosa de tardar fogo.

Sua casa, de esteios com casca e portas de embaúba rachada, muito encardida de picumã [teia-de-aranha enegrecida e engrossada pelo tempo], prenunciava tapera próxima.”

“Calor de pinguço não dura…”

“Uma resolução de tal vulto, porém, não se toma assim do pé pr’a mão”

“Esta troada era o argumento decisivo de Nunes nas relações familiares. Quando ali roncava o <bééé>, mulher, filhas, Pernambi, Brinquinho [o cachorro cheio de carrapatos], todos se escoavam em silêncio. Sabiam por dolorosa experiência pessoal que o ponto acima era o porretinho de sapuva [madeira boa para machucar].”

“Só restava resolver o problema da madeira. Nas suas terras não havia senão pau de foice. Pau de machado, capaz de monjolo, só a peroba da divisa, velha árvore morta que era o marco entre os dois sítios, tacitamente respeitada de lá e cá. Deitá-la-ia por terra sem dar contas ao outro lado – como lhe fizeram à paca.”

“- O dia está ganho, compadre, largue disso e vamos molhar a garganta.

A molhadela da garganta excedeu a quanta bebedeira tinham na memória. Nunes, Maneta e Pernambi confraternizaram num bolo acachaçado, comemorativo do triunfo, até que uma soneira letárgica os derreou pelo chão.”

“Em cada eito de mato, dizia o meu velho, há um pau vingativo que pune a malfeitoria dos homens. Vivi no mato toda a vida, lidei toda casta de árvore, desdobrei desde embaúva e embiruçu até bálsamo, que é raro por aqui. Dormi no estaleiro quantas noites! Homem, fui um bicho-do-mato. E de tanto lidar com paus, fiquei na suposição de que as árvores têm alma, como a gente. (…) Não vê como gemem certos paus ao caírem? E outros como choram tanta lágrima vermelha, que escorre e vira resina?”

PAUMONIÇÃO: “o pau de feitiço. O desgraçado que acerta meter o machado no cerne desse pau pode encomendar a alma p’r’o diabo, que está perdido. Ou estrepado ou de cabeça rachada por um galho seco que despenca de cima, ou mais tarde por artes da obra feita com a madeira, de todo jeito não escapa. Não ‘dianta se precatar: a desgraça peala mesmo, mais hoje, mais amanhã, a criatura marcada. Isto dizia o velho – e eu por mim tenho visto muita coisa. Na derrubada do Figueirão, alembra-se? morreu o filho do Chico Pires. Estava cortando um guamirim quando, de repente, soltou um grito. Acode que acode, o moço estava com o peito varado até as costas. Como foi? Como não foi? Ninguém entendeu aquilo.”

“O cocho despejou a aguaceira – chóó! A munheca bateu firme no pilão – pan!”

“Amarelaram as folhas do milharal, as espigas penderam, maduras. Começou a quebra. Muito impaciente, Nunes debulhou o primeiro jacá recolhido e atochou o pilão. Ai! Não há felicidade completa no mundo. O engenho provou mal. Não rendia a canjica. Desproporcionada ao cocho, a haste não dava o jogo da regra.”

“sova de consertar negro ladrão”

“excomungado do inferno!”

“A cara dos Porungas, anuviada desde o incidente da peroba, refloriu dali por diante nos saudáveis risos escarninhos do despique. As nuvens foram escurentar os céus do Varjão. Era um nunca se acabar de troças e pilhérias de toda ordem. Inventavam traços cômicos, exageravam as trapalhices do mundéu. Enfeitavam-no como se faz ao mastro de São João. Sobre as linhas gerais debuxadas pelo velho, os Porunguinhas iam atando cada qual o seu buquê, de modo a tornar o pobre monjolo uma coisa prodigiosamente cômica. A palavra Ronqueira entrou a girar nas vizinhanças como termo comparativo de tudo quanto é risível ou sem pé nem cabeça.”

“Para acalmar a bílis, Nunes dobrou as doses de cachaça.

(…)

Sempre rentando o pai, somíssimo, Pernambi parecia um velhinho idiota. Não tirava da boca o pito e cada vez batia mais forte no mulherio miúdo.

Brinquinho desnorteara. Sentado nas patas traseiras olhava, inclinando a cabeça, ora para um, ora para outro, sem saber o que pensar da sua gente.”

“Feitiço de pau ou não, o caso foi que o inocente pagou o crime do pecador, como é da justiça bíblica.” “No meio das filhas em grita, o corpinho magro de Pernambi de borco no pilão. Para fora, pendentes, duas pernas franzinas – e o monjolo impassível, a subir e a descer, chóó-pan, pilando uma pasta vermelha de farinha, miolos e pelanca…” “Cavacos saltavam para longe, róseos cavacos da peroba assassina. E lascas. E achas… § Longo tempo durou o duelo trágico da demência contra a matéria bruta. Por fim, quando o monjolo maldito era já um monte escavado de peças em desmantelo, o mísero caboclo tombou por terra, arquejante, abraçado ao corpo inerte do filho. Instintivamente, sua mão trêmula apalpava o fundo do pilão em procura da cabecinha que faltava.”


V. UM SUPLÍCIO MODERNO [A SOLIDÃO DO MARATONISTA-CARTEIRO]

“A humanidade é sempre a mesma cruel chacinadora de si própria, numerem-se os séculos anterior ou posteriormente ao Cristo. Mudam de forma as coisas; a essência nunca muda. Como prova denuncia-se aqui um avatar moderno das antigas torturas: o estafetamento. Este suplício vale o torniquete, a fogueira, o garrote, a polé, o touro de bronze, a empalação, o bacalhau, o tronco, a roda hidráulica de surrar. A diferença é que estas engenharias matavam com certa rapidez, ao passo que o estafetamento prolonga por anos a agonia do paciente.”

“O ingênuo vê no caso honraria e negócio. É honra penetrar na falange gorda dos carrapatos orçamentívoros que pacientemente devoram o país; é negócio lambiscar ao termo de cada mês um ordenado fixo, tendo arrumadinha, no futuro, a cama fofa da aposentadoria.

Note-se aqui a diferença entre os ominosos tempos medievos e os sobreexcelentes da democracia de hoje. O absolutismo agarrava às brutas a vítima e, sem tir-te [aviso] nem habeas-corpos, trucidava-a; a democracia opera com manhas de Tartufo, arma arapucas, mete dentro rodelas de laranja e espera aleivosamente [traiçoeiramente] que, sponte sua [de livre e espontânea vontade], caia no laço o passarinho. Quer vítimas ao acaso, não escolhe. Chama-se a isto – arte pela arte…

Nomeado que é o homem, não percebe a princípio a sua desgraça. Só ao cabo de um mês ou dois é que entra a desconfiar; desconfiança que por graus se vai fazendo certeza, certeza horrível de que o empalaram no lombilho duro do pior matungo das redondezas, com, pela frente, cinco, seis, sete léguas de tortura a engolir por dia, de mala postal à garupa. [não é por ser uma tortura sedentária que o burocrata ‘não-carteiro’ sofre menos – aliás, periga estar em piores lençóis justamente por isso… não respira o ar fresco da República dos automotores e fuligem… Bem, de toda forma o princípio da repetição acéfala segue inalterado. Sempre um próximo memorando…]

“Para o comum dos mortais, uma légua é uma légua; é a medida duma distância que principia aqui e acaba lá. Quem viaja, feito o percurso, chega e é feliz.

As léguas do estafeta, porém, mal acabam voltam da capo¹, como nas músicas.”

¹ Abreviação de capotasto, termo importado das óperas italianas, provavelmente um ancestral do microfone, que ampliava o alcance sonoro de alguns instrumentos, mas cujo nome é estranho a todos nós seres nascidos no alvorecer do século XXI… Podemos dizer, numa alegoria mais atemporal: as léguas do estafeta, assim que cumpridas, renascem das cinzas, isto é, reverberam.

“Teia de Penélope, rochedo de Sísifo, há de permeio entre o ir e o vir a má digestão do jantar requentado e a noite mal dormida; e assim um mês, um ano, dois, três, cinco, enquanto lhes restarem, a ele nádegas, e ao sendeiro lombo.” Substituíram os pangarés quadrúpedes pelos pangarés bípedes de carteira B (office-boys)…

“Mal apeia, derreado, com o coranchim em fogo, ao termo dos trinta e seis mil metros da caminheira, come lá o mau feijão, dorme lá a má soneca e a aurora do dia seguinte estira-lhe à frente, à guisa de <Bom dia!>, os mesmos trinta e seis mil metros da véspera, agora espichados ao contrário…”

UM DIA COMUM NA VIDA DE ULISSES: Mal se levanta para um intervalo, o cu ardendo, ao termo das 4h contínuas da labuta diurna, come lá o macarrão com salada e o repolho gaseificadores, ouve seus dois álbuns de música que consegue no intervalo legalmente instituído em sua conta Spotify Premium (conservado a duras penas no cartão quase estourado), já tem de, antes da ginástica laboral (assine aqui), reiniciar na mesma jornada odisséica vespertina, sem tirar nem pôr… E amanhã o mesmo expediente, o mesmo metrô, o mesmo sistema, os mesmos lengalengas de repartição…

“Dá-lhe o Estado – o mesmo que custeia enxundiosas taturanas burocráticas a contos por mês, e baitacas parlamentares a 200 mil réis por dia – dá-lhe o generoso Estado… cem mil réis mensais. Quer dizer <um real> por nove braças de tormento. Com um vintém paga-lhe trezentos e trinta metros de suplício. Vem a sair a sessenta réis o quilômetro de martírio. Dor mais barata é impossível.

O estafeta entra a definhar de canseira e fome. Vão-se-lhe as carnes, as bochechas encovam, as pernas viram parênteses dentro dos quais mora a barriga do desventurado rocim.”

“Pelos fins de maio, à entrada do frio, é entanguido como um súdito de Nicolau exilado nas Sibérias que devora as léguas infernais.” “O patrão-governo pressupõe que ele é de ferro e suas nádegas são de aço; que o tempo é um permanente céu com <brisas fagueiras> ocupadas em soprar sobre os caminhantes os olores da <balsamina em flor>.” “quando há crises financeiras e lhe lembram economias, corta seus cinco, seus dez mil réis no pingue ordenado, para que haja sobras permitidoras d’ir à Europa um genro em comissão de estudos sobre <a influência zigomática do periélio solar no regime zaratústrico das democracias latinas>.”

“Depois de demorada viagem, o papelório chega a um gabinete onde impa [despacha empertigado] em secretária de imbuia [marcenaria de luxo], fumegando o seu charuto, um sujeito de boas carnes e ótimas cores. Este vence dois contos de réis por mês [vinte vezes o carteiro]; é filho d’algo; é cunhado, sogro ou genro d’algo; entra às onze e sai às três, com folga de permeio para uma <batida> no frege da esquina.

O canastrão corre os olhos mortiços de lombeira [modorra] por sobre o papel e grunhe:

– Estes estafetas, que malandros!”

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“O primeiro ato do vencedor foi correr a vassoura do Olho da Rua em tudo quanto era olhodarruável em matéria de funcionalismo público. Entre os varridos estava a gente do correio, inclusive o estafeta”

“Além do topete tinha Biriba o sestro [vício] do <sim senhor> alçado às funções de vírgula, ponto-e-vírgula, dois-pontos e ponto final de todas as parvoiçadas emitidas pelo parceiro; e às vezes, pelo hábito, quando o freguês parando de falar entrava a comer, continuava ele escandindo a <sim senhores> a mastigação do bolinho filado.”

“Que lhe daria o chefe?

No antegozo da pepineira [farra] iminente, viveu a rebolar-se em cama de rosas até que rebentou sua nomeação para o cargo de estafeta.

Sem queda para aquilo, quis relutar, pedir mais; na conferência que teve com o chefe, entretanto, as objeções que lhe vinham à boca transmutavam-se no habitual <sim senhor>, de modo a convencer o coronel de que era aquilo o seu ideal.”

“Iniciou Biriba o serviço: seis léguas diárias a fazer hoje e a desfazer amanhã, sem outra folga além do último dia dos meses ímpares.”


VI. (O) MEU CONTO DE MAUPASSANT

“Conversavam no trem dois sujeitos. Aproximei-me e ouvi:

(…)

– Por que Maupassant e não Kipling, por exemplo?

– Porque a vida é amor e morte, e a arte de Maupassant é nove em dez um enquadramento engenhoso do amor e da morte. Mudam-se os cenários, variam os atores, mas a substância persiste – o amor, sob a única face impressionante, a que culmina numa posse violenta de fauno incendido de luxúria, e a morte, o estertor da vida em transe, o quinto ato, o epílogo fisiológico. A morte e o amor, meu caro, são os dois únicos momentos em que a jogralice da vida arranca a máscara e freme num delírio trágico.

– (…)

– Não te rias. (…) Só há grandeza, em suma, e <seriedade>, quando cessa de agir o pobre jogral que é o homem feito, guiado e dirigido por morais, religiões, códigos, modas e mais postiços de sua invenção – e entra em cena a natureza bruta.

– A propósito de quê tanta filosofia, com este calor de janeiro?…”

– CONTAS + CONTOS

“Meu caro, aquele pobre Oscar Fingall O’Flahertie Wills Wilde disse muita coisa, quando disse que a vida sabe melhor imitar a arte do que a arte sabe imitar a vida.”


VII. “POLLICE VERSO”

“Hão de duvidar os naturalistas estremes que o homem dissesse dissecar. Um coronel indígena falar assim com este rigor de glótica é coisa inadmissível aos que avaliam o gênero inteiro pela meia dúzia de pafurícios [neologismo lobatiano] agaloados do seu conhecimento. Pois disse. Este coronel Gama abria exceção à regra; tinha suas luzes, lia seu jornal, devorara em moço o Rocambole [du Terrail], as Memórias de um Médico [Dumas] e acompanhava debates da Câmara com grande admiração pelo Rui Barbosa, o Barbosa Lima, o Nilo e outros. Vinha-lhe daí um certo apuro na linguagem, destoante do achavascado [rústico] ambiente glóssico da fazenda, onde morava.”

“Era às escondidas que <depenava> moscas, brinquedo muito curioso, consistente em arrancar-lhes todas as pernas e asas para gozar o sofrimento dos corpinhos inertes. Aos grilos cortava as saltadeiras, e ria-se de ver os mutilados caminharem como qualquer bichinho de somenos.”

“Entrou nesse período para um colégio, e deste pulou para o Rio, matriculado em medicina. O emprego que lá deu aos seis anos do curso soube-o ele, os amigos e as amigas. Os pais sempre viveram empulhados, crentes de que o filho era uma águia a plumar-se, futuro Torres Homem de Itaoca [a cidade oficial do Jeca], onde, vendida a fazenda, então moravam. Nesta cidade tinham em mente encarreirar o menino, para desbanque dos quatro esculápios [Esculápio: Deus da Medicina] locais, uns onagros [ou ônagros, jumentos selvagens], dizia o coronel, cuja veterinária rebaixava os itaoquenses à categoria de cavalos.

Pelas férias o doutorando aparecia por lá, cada vez <mais outro>, desempenado, com tiques de carioca, <ss> sibilantes, roupas caras e uns palavreados técnicos de embasbacar.”

“Não se lhe descreve aqui a cara, porque retratos por meio de palavras têm a propriedade de fazer imaginar feições às vezes opostas às descritas.”

“No queixo trazia barba de médico francês, coisa que muito avulta a ciência do proprietário. Doentes há que entre um doutor barbudo e um glabro, ambos desconhecidos, pegam sem tir-te no peludo, convictos de que pegam no melhor.”

<Isto aqui, contava em carta aos colegas do Rio, é um puro degredo. Clínica escassa e mal pagante, sem margem para grandes lances, e inda assim repartida por quatro curandeiros que se dizem médicos, perfeitas vacas de Hipócrates, estragadores de pepineira com suas consultinhas de cinco mil réis. O cirurgião da terra é um Doyen [o mais respeitado de um campo do saber, gíria; geralmente idoso, guru; possivelmente originado do grande pintor francês do século XVIII] de sessenta anos, emérito extrator de bichos-de-pé e cortador de verrugas com fio de linha. Dá iodureto [iodeto, ligação do iodo e metais] a todo o mundo e tem a imbecilidade de arrotar ceticismo, dizendo que o que cura é a Natureza. Estes rábulas é que estragam o negócio>

“Negócio, pepineira, grandes lances – está aqui a psicologia do novo médico. Queria pano verde para as boladas gordas.”

<Não há cá mulheres, nem gente com quem uma pessoa palestre. Uma pocilga! As boas pândegas do nosso tempo, hein?>

Yvonne voltara à pátria, deixando cá a meia dúzia de amantes que depenara a morrerem de saudades dos seus encantos. Antes de ir-se, deu a cada parvo uma estrelinha do céu, para que, a tantas, se encontrassem nela os amorosos olhares. Os seis idiotas todas as noites ferravam os olhos, um no <Taureau> (ela distribuíra as constelações em francês), outro na <Écrevisse>, outro na <Chevelure de Bérenice>, o quarto, no <Bélier>, o quinto em <Aritarés>, e o derradeiro na <Épi de la Vièrge>. A garota morria de rir no colo dum apache monmartrino, contando-lhe a história cômica dos seis parvos brasileiros e das seis constelações respectivas. Liam juntos as seis cartas recebidas a cada vapor, nas quais os protestos amorosos em temperatura de ebulição faziam perdoar a ingramaticalidade do francês antártico. E respondiam de colaboração, em carta circular, onde só variava o nome da estrela e o endereço. Esta circular era o que havia de terno. Queixava-se a rapariga de saudades, <essa palavra tão poética que fôra aprender no Brasil, o belo país das palmeiras, do céu azul, e dos michês>. Acoimava-os de ingratos, já em novos amores, ao passo que a pobrezinha, solitária e triste <comme la juriti>, consagrava os dias a rememorar o doce passado. Eis explicada a razão pela qual, nas noites límpidas, ficava Inacinho à janela, pensativo, de olhos postos na <Chevelure de Bérenice>.”

“– Uma bestinha! – dizia um. – Eu fico pasmado mas é de saírem da Faculdade cavalgaduras daquele porte! É médico no diploma, na barbicha e no anel do dedo. Fora d’aí, que cavalo!

– E que topete! – acrescentava outro. – Presumido e pomadista como não há segundo. Não diz humores ou sífilis; é mal luético. Eu o que queria era pilhá-lo numa conferência, para escachar…”

<Sem auscultação estetoscópica nada posso dizer. Voltarei mais tarde.>

– É uma pericardite aguda agravada por uma flegmasia hepático-renal. O doente arregalou o olho. Nunca imaginara que dentro de si morassem doenças tão bonitas, embora incompreensíveis.

– E é grave doutor? – perguntou a mulher, assustada.

– É e não é! – respondeu o sacerdote.”

“Ora, o major tinha trezentas apólices… Dependia pois da sua artimanha malabarizar aquele fígado, aquele coração, aquelas palavras gregas e, num prestidigitar manhoso, reduzir tudo a uns tantos contos de réis bem sonantes.”

“Fez os cálculos: trinta visitas, trinta injeções e tal e tal: três contos. Uma miséria! Se morresse, já o caso mudava de figura, poderia exigir vinte ou trinta. Era costume dos tempos fazerem-se os médicos herdeiros dos clientes. Serviços pagos em caso de cura aí com centenas de mil réis, em caso de morte reputavam-se em contos (milhões de réis).

Têm as idéias para escondê-las a caixa craniana, o couro cabeludo, a grenha: isso por cima; pela frente têm a mentira do olhar e a hipocrisia da boca. Assim entrincheiradas, elas, já de si imateriais, ficam inexpugnáveis à argúcia alheia. E vai nisso a pouca de felicidade existente neste mundo sublunar. Fosse possível ler nos cérebros claros como se lê no papel e a humanidade crispar-se-ia de horror ante si própria…”

“Primeira hipótese:

Cura do major = três contos.

Três contos = Itaoca, pasmaceira, etc…

Segunda hipótese:

Morte do major = trinta contos.

Trinta contos = Paris, Yvonne, <Bois>…”

“ilusões, farofas que a idade cura…”

<Vou diariamente à Sorbonne ouvir as lições do grande Doyen e opero em três hospitais. Voltarei não sei quando. Fico por cá durante os 35 contos, ou mais, se o pai entender de auxiliar-me neste aperfeiçoamento de estudos.>

A Sorbonne é o apartamento em Montmartre onde compartilha com o apache da Yvonne o dia da rapariga. Os três hospitais são os três cabarés mais à mão. Não obstante, o pai cismou naquilo cheio d’orgulho, embora pesaroso: não estar viva a Joaquininha para ver em que altura pairava o Nico – o Nico do sanhaço estripado… Em Paris! Na Sorbonne!… Discípulo querido do Doyen, o grande, o imenso Doyen!…”


VIII. BUCÓLICA

“Que ar! A gente das cidades, afeita a sorver um indecoroso gás feito de pó em suspensão num misto de mau azoto e pior oxigênio, ignora o prazer sadio que é sentir os pulmões borbulhantes deste fluido vital em estado de virgindade.”


IX. O MATA-PAU

“- Que raio de árvore é esta? – pergunta ele ao capataz, pasmado mais uma vez.

E tem razão de parar, admirar e perguntar, porque é duvidoso existir naquelas sertanias exemplar mais truculento da árvore assassina.

Eu, de mim, confesso, fiz as três coisas. O camarada respondeu à terceira:

– Não vê que é um mata-pau.

– E que vem a ser o mata-pau?

– Não vê que é uma árvore que mata outra. Começa, quer ver como? – disse ele escabichando as frondes com o olhar agudo em procura dum exemplar típico. Está ali um!

– Onde? – perguntei, tonto.

– Aquele fiapinho de planta, ali no gancho daquele cedro – continuou o cicerone, apontando com dedo e beiço uma parasita mesquinha grudada na forquilha de um galho, com dois filamentos escorridos para o solo.

– Começa assinzinho, meia dúzia de folhas piquiras; bota p’ra baixo esse fio de barbante na tenção de pegar a terra. E vai indo, sempre naquilo, nem p’ra mais nem p’ra menos, até que o fio alcança o chão. E vai então o fio vira-raiz e pega a beber a sustância da terra. A parasita cria fôlego e cresce que nem embaúva. O barbantinho engrossa todo dia, passa a cordel, passa a corda, passa a pau de caibro e acaba virando tronco de árvore e matando a mãe, como este guampudo aqui – concluiu, dando com o cabo do relho no meu mata-pau.

– Com efeito! – exclamei admirado. – E a árvore deixa?

– Que é que há de fazer? Não desconfia de nada, a boba. Quando vê no seu galho uma isca de quatro folhinhas, imagina que é parasita e não se precata. O fio, pensa que é cipó. Só quando o malvado ganha alento e garra de engrossar, é que a árvore sente a dor dos apertos na casca. Mas é tarde. O poderoso daí por diante é o mata-pau. A árvore morre e deixa dentro dele a lenha podre.

Era aquilo mesmo! O lenho gordo e viçoso da planta facinorosa envolvia um tronco morto, a desfazer-se em carcoma. Viam-se por ele arriba, intervalados, os terríveis cíngulos [cinto, fôrca] estranguladores; inúteis agora, desempenhada já a missão constritora, jaziam frouxos e atrofiados.

Imaginação envenenada pela literatura, pensei logo nas serpentes de Laocoonte, na víbora aquecida no seio do homem da fábula, nas filhas do rei Lear, em todas as figuras clássicas da ingratidão. Pensei e calei, tanto o meu companheiro era criatura simples, pura dos vícios mentais que os livros inoculam.”

“O melhor dela evaporou-se, a frescura, o correntio, a ingenuidade de um caso narrado por quem nunca aprendeu a colocação dos pronomes e por isso mesmo narra melhor que quantos por aí sorvem literaturas inteiras, e gramáticas, na ânsia de adquirir o estilo. Grandes folhetinistas andam por este mundo de Deus perdidos na gente do campo, ingramaticalíssima, porém pitoresca no dizer como ninguém.”

Elesbão trazia d’olho uma menina das redondezas, filha do balaieiro João Poca, a Rosinha, bilro sapiroquento [pau pequeno cheio de inflamações, se fosse possível traduzir literalmente!] de treze anos, feiosa como um rastolho [pêra].”

“Laranjeira azeda não dá laranja-lima.”

“Rosa só o era no nome. No corpo, simples botão inverniço, desses que melam aos frios extemporâneos de maio.

Olhos cozidos e nariz arrebitado, tal qual a mãe. Feia, mas da feiúra que o tempo às vezes conserta. Talvez se fiasse nisso o noivo.”

“Por esse tempo navegava Rosa na casa dos trinta anos. Como a não estragaram filhos, nem se estragou ela em grosseiros trabalhos de roça, valia muito mais do que em menina. O tempo curou-lhe a sapiroca, e deu-lhe carnes a boa vida. De tal forma consertou que todo o mundo gabava o arranjo.”

“Suas relações com o Ruço [filho adotivo], maternais até ali, principiaram a mudar de rumo, como quer que espigasse em homem o menino. Por fim degeneraram em namoro – medroso no começo, descarado ao cabo. A má casta das Pocas, desmentida no decurso da primavera, reafirmava-se em plena sazão calmosa. O verão das Pocas! Que forno…

Tudo transpira. Transpirou nas redondezas a feia maromba daqueles amores. Boas línguas, e más, boquejavam o quase incesto.

Quem de nada nunca suspeitou foi o honradíssimo Elesbão; e como na porta dos seus ouvidos paravam os rumores do mundo, a vida das três criaturas corria-lhes na toada mansa a que se dá o nome de felicidade.

Foi quando caiu de cama o pai de Elesbão, doente de velhice. Mandou chamar o filho e falou-lhe com voz de quem está com o pé na cova:

– Meu filho, abra os olhos com a Poca…

– Por que fala assim, meu pai?

O velho ouvira o zunzum da má vida; vacilava, entretanto, em abrir os olhos ao empulhado. Correu a mão trêmula pela cabeça do filho, afagou-a e morreu sem mais palavra. Sempre fôra amigo de reticências, o bom velho.

Elesbão regressou ao sítio com aquele aviso a verrumar-lhe os miolos. Passou dias de cara amarrada, acastelando hipóteses.” “Não se sabe se houve concerto entre os amásios. Mas Elesbão morreu. E como!” “Descobriram-lhe o cadáver pela manhã, bem rente ao mata-pau. A justiça, coitadinha, apalpou daqui e dali, numa cegueira… Desconfiou do Ruço – mas cadê provas? Era o Ruço mais fino que o delegado, o promotor, o juiz – mais até que o vigário da vila, um padre gozador da fama de enxergar através das paredes…”

“Viviam como filho e mãe, dizia ela; como marido e mulher, resmungava o povo.

O sítio, porém, entrou logo a desmedrar. Comiam do plantado, sem lembrança de meter na terra novas sementes.

O moço ambicionava vender as benfeitorias para mergulhar no Oeste, e como Rosa relutasse deu de maltratá-la.

Estes amores serôdios são como a vide: mais judiam deles, mais reviçam. Às brutalidades do Ruço respondia a viúva com redobros de carinho. Seu peito maduro, onde o estio no fim anunciava o inverno próximo, chamejava em fogo bravo, desses que roncam nas retranças dos taquaruçuzais. E isso vingava Elesbão, esse amor sem jeito, sem conta, sem medida, duas vezes criminoso sobre sacrílego e, o que era pior, aborrecido pelo facínora, já farto.

– Coroca! Sapicuá de defunto! Cangalha velha!

Não havia insulto com o pião do veneno plantado na nota da velhice que lhe não desfechasse, o monstro.

Rosa depereceu a galope. Adeus, gordura! Boniteza outoniça, adeus! Saias a ruflar tesas de goma, pericote luzidio recendente a lima, quando mais?

– O Ruço dá cabo dela, como deu cabo do marido – e é bem-feito.

Voz do povo…”

“Foi feliz, Rosa. Enlouqueceu no momento preciso em que seu viver ia tornar-se puro inferno.”

“Não é só no mato que há mata-paus!…”


X. BOCATORTA

Vargas, com ojeriza velha ao mísero Bocatorta, não perdia ensanchas de lhe atribuir malefícios e de estumar o patrão a corrê-lo das terras que aquilo, Nossa Senhora! até enguiçava uma fazenda…

Interessado, o moço indagou da estranha criatura.

– Bocatorta é a maior curiosidade da fazenda, respondeu o major. Filho duma escrava de meu pai, nasceu, o mísero, disforme e horripilante como não há memória de outro. Um monstro, de tão feio. Há anos que vive sozinho, escondido no mato, donde raro sai e sempre de noite. O povo diz dele horrores – que come crianças, que é bruxo, que tem parte com o demo. Todas as desgraças acontecidas no arraial correm-lhe por conta. Para mim, é um pobre-diabo cujo crime único é ser feio demais. Como perdeu a medida, está a pagar o crime que não cometeu…”

“- Você exagera, Vargas. Nem o diabo é tão feio assim, criatura de Deus!”

“Bocatorta representara papel saliente em sua imaginação. Pequenita, amedrontavam-na as mucamas com a cuca, e a cuca era o horrendo negro. Mais tarde, com ouvir às crioulinhas todos os horrores correntes à conta dos seus bruxedos, ganhou inexplicável pavor ao notâmbulo. Houve tempo no colégio em que, noites e noites a fio, o mesmo pesadelo a atropelou. Bocatorta a tentar beijá-la, e ela, em transes, a fugir. Gritava por socorro, mas a voz lhe morria na garganta. Despertava arquejante, lavada em suores frios. Curou-a o tempo, mas a obsessão vincara fundos vestígios em su’alma.”

“A maturação do espírito em Cristina desbotara a vivacidade nevrótica dos terrores infantis. Inda assim vacilava.

Renascia o medo antigo, como renasce a encarquilhada rosa de Jericó ao contato de uma gota d’água. Mas vexada de aparecer aos olhos do noivo tão infantilmente medrosa, deliberou que iria; desde esse instante, porém, uma imperceptível sombra anuviou-lhe o rosto.

Ao jantar foram o assunto as novidades do arraial – eternas novidades de aldeias, o Fulano que morreu, a Sicrana que casou. Casara um boticário e morrera uma menina de 14 anos, muito chegada à gente do major. Particularmente condoída, Don’Ana não a tirava da idéia.”

DANA SCULLY DE CALÇAS…: “Corriam no arraial rumores macabros. No dia seguinte ao enterramento o coveiro topou a sepultura remexida, como se fôra violada durante a noite; e viu na terra fresca pegadas misteriosas de uma <coisa> que não seria bicho nem gente deste mundo. Já duma feita sucedera caso idêntico por ocasião da morte da Sinhazinha Esteves; mas todos duvidaram da integridade dos miolos do pobre coveiro sarapantado. Esses incréus não mofavam agora do visionário, porque o padre e outras pessoas de boa cabeça, chamadas a testemunhar o fato, confirmavam-no.

Imbuído do ceticismo fácil dos moços da cidade, Eduardo meteu a riso a coisa muita fortidão de espírito.

– A gente da roça duma folha d’embaúva pendurada no barranco faz logo, pelo menos, um lobisomem e três mulas-sem-cabeça. Esse caso do cemitério: um cão vagabundo entrou lá e arranhou a terra. Aí está todo o grande mistério!”

…E O NECESSÁRIO SPOOKY MULDER: “Mas o major, esse não piou sim nem não. A experiência da vida ensinara-lhe a não afirmar com despotismo, nem negar com <oras> – Há muita coisa estranha neste mundo… – disse, traduzindo involuntariamente a safada réplica de Hamlet ao cabeça forte do Horácio.”

“Donaire, elegância, distinção… pintam lá vocábulos esbeiçados pelo uso esse punhado de quês particularíssimos cuja soma a palavra <linda> totaliza?

Lábios de pitanga, a magnólia da pele acesa em rosas nas faces, olhos sombrios como a noite, dentes de pérola… as velhas tintas de uso em retratos femininos desde a Sulamita não pintam melhor que o <linda!> dito sem mais enfeites além do ponto de admiração.

Vê-la mordiscando o hastil duma flor de catingueiro colhida à beira do caminho, ora risonha, ora séria, a cor das faces mordida pelo vento frio, madeixas louras a brincarem-lhe nas têmporas, vê-la assim formosa no quadro agreste duma tarde de junho, era compreender a expressão dos roceiros: Linda que nem uma santa.

Olhos, sobretudo, tinha-os Cristina de alta beleza. Naquela tarde, porém, as sombras de sua alma coavam neles penumbras de estranha melancolia. Melancolia e inquietação. O amoroso enlevo de Eduardo esfriava amiúde ante suas repentinas fugas. Ele a percebia distante, ou pelo menos introspectiva em excesso, reticência que o amor não vê de boa cara. E à medida que caminhavam recrescia aquela esquisitice. Um como intáctil morcego diabólico riscava-lhe a alma de voejos pressagos. Nem o estimulante das brisas ásperas, nem a ternura do noivo, nem o <cheiro de natureza> exsolvido da terra, eram de molde a esgarçar a misteriosa bruma de lá dentro.

Eduardo interpelou-a:

– Que tens hoje, Cristina? Tão sombria…

E ela, num sorriso triste:

– Nada!… Por quê?

Nada… É sempre nada quando o que quer que é lucila avisos informes na escuridão do subconsciente, como sutilíssimos ziguezagues de sismógrafo em prenúncio de remota comoção telúrica. Mas essas nadas são tudo!…”

“Bocatorta excedeu a toda pintura. A hediondez personificara-se nele, avultando, sobretudo, na monstruosa deformação da boca. Não tinha beiços, e as gengivas largas, violáceas, com raros cotos de dentes bestiais fincados às tontas, mostravam-se cruas, como enorme chaga viva. E torta, posta de viés na cara, num esgar diabólico, resumindo o que o feio pode compor de horripilante. Embora se lhe estampasse na boca o quanto fosse preciso para fazer daquela criatura a culminância da ascosidade, a natureza malvada fôra além, dando-lhe pernas cambaias e uns pés deformados que nem remotamente lembravam a forma do pé humano. E olhos vivíssimos, que pulavam das órbitas empapuçadas, veiados de sangue na esclerótica amarela. E pele grumosa, escamada de escaras cinzentas. Tudo nele quebrava o equilíbrio normal do corpo humano, como se a teratologia [ramo da Medicina que estuda de aberrações, “monstrologia”] caprichasse em criar a sua obra-prima.”

TERATOLOGIA DO DEMASIADO HUMANO #SugestõesdeTítulosdeLivros

“No dia seguinte amanheceu febril, com ardores no peito e tremuras amiudadas. Tinha as faces vermelhas e a respiração opressa.

O rebuliço foi grande na casa.

Eduardo, mordido de remorsos, compulsava com mão nervosa um velho Chernoviz, tentando atinar com a doença de Cristina; mas perdia-se sem bússola no báratro das moléstias. Nesse em meio, Don’Ana esgotava o arsenal da medicina anódina dos símplices caseiros.

O mal, entretanto, recalcitrava às chasadas e sudoríferos. Chamou-se o boticário da vila. Veio a galope o Eusébio Macário e diagnosticou pneumonia.

Quem já não assistiu a uma dessas subitâneas desgraças que de golpe se abatem, qual negro avejão de presa, sobre uma família feliz, e estraçoam tudo quanto nela representa a alegria, e esperança, o futuro?

Noites em claro, o rumor dos passos abafados… E o doente a piorar… O médico da casa apreensivo, cheio de vincos na testa… Dias e dias de duelo mudo contra a moléstia incoercível… A desesperança, afinal, o irremediável antolhado iminente; a morte pressentida de ronda ao quarto…

Ao oitavo dia Cristina foi desenganada; no décimo o sino do arraial anunciou o seu prematuro fim.”


XI. O COMPRADOR DE FAZENDAS

“As capoeiras substitutas das matas nativas revelavam pela indiscrição das tabocas a mais safada das terras secas. Em tal solo a mandioca bracejava a medo varetinhas nodosas; a cana-caiana assumia aspecto de caninha, e esta virava um taquariço magrela dos que passam incólumes entre os cilindros moedores.”

Zico, o filho mais velho, saíra-lhes um pulha, amigo de erguer-se às dez, ensebar a pastinha [circular à toa] até às onze e consumir o resto do dia em namoricos mal-azarados.

Afora este malandro tinham a Zilda, então nos dezessete, menina galante, porém sentimental mais do que manda a razão e pede o sossego da casa. Era um ler Escrich [espanhol, séc. XIX], a moça, e um cismar amores de Espanha!…

Em tal situação só havia uma aberta: vender a fazenda maldita para respirar a salvo de credores. Coisa difícil, entretanto, em quadra de café a cinco mil réis, botar unhas num tolo das dimensões requeridas. Iludidos por anúncios manhosos alguns pretendentes já haviam abicado ao Espigão; mas franziam o nariz, indo-se a arrenegar da pernada sem abrir oferta.

– De graça é caro! – cochichavam de si para consigo.

O redemoinho capilar do Moreira, a cabo de coçadelas, sugeriu-lhe um engenhoso plano mistificatório: entreverar de caetés, cambarás, unhas-de-vaca e outros padrões de terra boa, transplantados das vizinhanças, a fímbria das capoeiras e uma ou outra entrada acessível aos visitantes.

Fê-lo, o maluco, e mais: meteu em certa grota um pau-d’alho [trepadeira de cheiro forte] trazido da terra roxa, e adubou os cafeeiros margeantes ao caminho suficiente para encobrir a mazela do resto.

Onde um raio de sol denunciava com mais viveza um vício da terra, ali o alucinado velho botava a peneirinha…”

“Como lhes é suspeita a informação dos proprietários, costumam os pretendentes interrogar à socapa os encontradiços. Ali, se isso acontecia – e acontecia sempre, porque era Moreira em pessoa o maquinista do acaso – havia diálogos desta ordem:

– Geia por aqui?

– Coisinha, e isso mesmo só em ano brabo.

– O feijão dá bem?

– Nossa Senhora! Inda este ano plantei 5 quartas e malhei 50 alqueires. E que feijão!

– Berneia o gado?

– Qual o quê! Lá um ou outro carocinho de vez em quando. Para criar, não existe terra melhor. Nem erva nem feijão-bravo [planta que mata o gado]. O patrão é porque não tem força. Tivesse ele os meios e isto virava um fazendão.”

“É preciso, filha! Às vezes uma coisa de nada engambela um homem e facilita um negócio. Manteiga é graxa e a graxa engraxa!”

“Na roça, o ruge e o casamento saem do mesmo oratório.”

“- O canastrão? Pff! Raça tardia, meu caro senhor, muito agreste. Eu sou pelo Poland Chine. Também não é mau, não, o Large Black. Mas o Poland! Que precocidade! Que raça!

Moreira, chucro na matéria, só conhecedor das pelhancas famintas, sem nome nem raça, que lhe grunhiam nos pastos, abria insensivelmente a boca.

– Como em matéria de pecuária bovina – continuou Trancoso – tenho para mim que, de Barreto a Prado, andam todos erradíssimos. Pois não! Er-ra-dís-si-mos! Nem seleção, nem cruzamento. Quero a adoção i-me-di-a-ta das mais finas raças inglesas, o Polled Angus, o Red Lincoln. Não temos pastos? Façamo-los. Plantemos alfafa. Penemos. Ensilemos.”

“- Impossível, meu caro, não monto em seguida às refeições; dá-me cefalalgia.

Zilda corou. Zilda corava sempre que não entendia uma palavra.

– À tarde sairemos, não tenho pressa. Prefiro agora um passeiozinho pedestre pelo pomar, a bem do quilo.

Enquanto os dois homens em pausados passos para lá se dirigiam, Zilda e Zico correram ao dicionário.

– Não é com s – disse o rapaz.

– Veja com C – alvitrou a menina.

Com algum trabalho encontraram a palavra cefalalgia.

– Dor de cabeça! Ora! Uma coisa tão simples…”

“- Este cri-cri de grilos, como é encantador! Eu adoro as noites estreladas, o bucólico viver campesino, tão sadio e feliz…

– Mas é muito triste!… – aventurou Zilda.

– Acha? Gosta mais do canto estridente da cigarra, modulando cavatinas em plena luz? – disse ele, amelaçando a voz. – É que no seu coraçãozinho há qualquer nuvem a sombreá-lo…”

“- O senhor é um poeta! – exclamou Zilda a um regorjeio dos mais sucados.

– Quem o não é debaixo das estrelas do céu, ao lado duma estrela da terra?

– Pobre de mim! – suspirou a menina, palpitante.

Também do peito de Trancoso subiu um suspiro. Seus olhos alçaram-se a uma nuvem que fazia no céu as vezes da Via Láctea, e sua boca murmurou em solilóquio um rabo-d’arraia desses que derrubam meninas.

– O amor!… A Via Láctea da vida!… O aroma das rosas, a gaze da aurora! Amar, ouvir estrelas… Amai, pois só quem ama entende o que elas dizem.

Era zurrapa de contrabando; não obstante, ao paladar inexperto da menina soube a fino moscatel. Zilda sentiu subir à cabeça um vapor. Quis retribuir. Deu busca aos ramilhetes retóricos da memória em procura da flor mais bela. Só achou um bogari humílimo:

– Lindo pensamento para um cartão-postal!

Ficaram no bogari; o café com bolinhos de frigideira veio interromper o idílio nascente. Que noite aquela! Dir-se-ia que o anjo da bonança distendera suas asas de ouro por sobre a casa triste. Via Zilda realizar-se todo o Escrich deglutido. Dona Isaura gozava-se da possibilidade de casá-la rica. Moreira sonhava quitações de dívidas, com sobras fartas a tilintar-lhe no bolso.”

“Só Trancoso dormiu o sono das pedras, sem sonhos nem pesadelos. Que bom é ser rico!”

“Eu nunca vi Moreira que não fosse palerma e sarambé. É do sangue. Você não tem culpa.

Amuaram um bocado; mas a ânsia de arquitetar castelos com a imprevista dinheirama varreu para longe a nuvem. Zico aproveitou a aura para insistir nos 3 contos do estabelecimento – e obteve-os. Dona Isaura desistiu da tal casinha. Lembrava agora outra maior, em rua de procissão – a casa do Eusébio Leite.

– Mas essa é de 12 contos, advertiu o marido.

– Mas é outra coisa que não aquele casebre! Muito mais bem repartida. Só não gosto da alcova pegada à copa; escura…

– Abre-se uma clarabóia.

– Também o quintal precisa de reforma; em vez do cercado das galinhas…

Até noite alta, enquanto não vinha o sono, foram remendando a casa, pintando-a, transformando-a na mais deliciosa vivenda da cidade. Estava o casal nos últimos retoques, dorme-não-dorme, quando Zico bateu à porta.

– Três contos não bastam, papai, são precisos 5. Há a armação, de que não me lembrei, e os direitos, e o aluguel da casa, e mais coisinhas…

Entre dois bocejos, o pai concedeu-lhe generosamente 6.

E Zilda? Essa vogava em alto-mar dum romance de fadas. Deixemo-la vogar.”

“- Vejam vocês! – disse Moreira, resumindo a opinião geral. – Moço, riquíssimo, direitão, instruído como um doutor e no entanto amável, gentil, incapaz de torcer o focinho como os pulhas que cá têm vindo. O que é ser gente!

À velha agradara sobretudo a sem-cerimônia do jovem capitalista. Levar ovos e carás! Que mimo!

Todos concordaram, louvando-o cada um a seu modo.

E assim, mesmo ausente, o gentil ricaço encheu a casa durante a semana inteira.

Mas a semana transcorreu sem que viesse a ambicionada resposta. E mais outra. E outra ainda.

Escreveu-lhe Moreira, já apreensivo e nada. Lembrou-se dum parente morador na mesma cidade e endereçou-lhe carta pedindo que obtivesse do capitalista a solução definitiva. Quanto ao preço, abatia alguma coisa. Dava a fazenda por 55, por 50 e até por 40, com criação e mobília.

O amigo respondeu sem demora. Ao rasgar do envelope, os 4 corações da Espiga pulsaram violentamente: aquele papel encerrava o destino de todos quatro.

Dizia a carta: <Moreira. Ou muito me engano ou estás iludido. Não há por aqui nenhum Trancoso Carvalhais capitalista. Há o Trancosinho, filho de Nhá Veva, vulgo Sacatrapo. É um espertalhão que vive de barganhas e sabe iludir aos que o não conhecem. Ultimamente tem corrido o Estado de Minas, de fazenda em fazenda, sob vários pretextos. Finge-se às vezes comprador, passa uma semana em casa do fazendeiro, a caceteá-lo com passeios pelas roças e exames de divisas; come e bebe do bom, namora as criadas, ou a filha, ou o que encontra – é um vassoura de marca! – e no melhor da festa some-se. Tem feito isto um cento de vezes, mudando sempre de zona. Gosta de variar de tempero, o patife. Como aqui Trancoso só há este, deixo de apresentar ao pulha a tua proposta. Ora o Sacatrapo a comprar fazenda! Tinha graça…>”

“Todas as passagens trágicas dos romances lidos desfilaram-lhe na memória; reviu-se na vítima de todos eles. E dias a fio pensou no suicídio.

Por fim, habituou-se a essa idéia e continuou a viver.

Teve azo de verificar que isso de morrer de amores, só em Escrich.

Acaba-se aqui a história – para a platéia; para as torrinhas segue ainda por meio palmo. As platéias costumam impar umas tantas finuras de bom gosto e tom muito de rir; entram no teatro depois de começada a peça e saem mal as ameaça o epílogo.” “Nos romances e contos, pedem esmiuçamento completo do enredo; e se o autor, levado por fórmulas de escola, lhes arruma para cima, no melhor da festa, com a caudinha reticenciada a que chama <nota impressionista>, franzem o nariz. Querem saber – e fazem muito bem – se Fulano morreu, se a menina casou e foi feliz, se o homem afinal vendeu a fazenda, a quem e por quanto.

Sã, humana e respeitabilíssima curiosidade!

– Vendeu a fazenda o pobre Moreira?

Pesa-me confessá-lo: não! E não a vendeu por artes do mais inconcebível qüiproquó de quantos tem armado neste mundo o diabo – sim, porque afora o diabo, quem é capaz de intrincar os fios da meada com laços e nós cegos, justamente quando vai a feliz remate o crochê?

O acaso deu a Trancoso uma sorte de 50 contos na loteria. Não se riam. Por que motivo não havia Trancoso de ser o escolhido, se a sorte é cega e ele tinha no bolso um bilhete? Ganhou os 50 contos, dinheiro que para um pé-atrás daquela marca era significativo de grande riqueza.

De posse do bolo, após semanas de tonteira, deliberou afazendar-se. Queria tapar a boca ao mundo realizando uma coisa jamais passada pela sua cabeça: comprar fazenda. Correu em revista quantas visitara durante os anos de malandragem, propendendo, afinal, para a Espiga. Ia nisso, sobretudo, a lembrança da menina, dos bolinhos da velha e a idéia de meter na administração ao sogro, de jeito a folgar-se uma vida vadia de regalos, embalado pelo amor de Zilda e os requintes culinários da sogra. Escreveu, pois ao Moreira anunciando-lhe a volta, a fim de fechar-se o negócio.

Ai, ai, ai! Quando tal carta penetrou na Espiga houve rugidos de cólera, entremeio a bufos de vingança.

– É agora! – berrou o velho. – O ladrão gostou da pândega e quer repetir a dose. Mas desta feita curo-lhe a balda, ora se curo! – concluiu, esfregando as mãos no antegozo da vingança.

No murcho coração da pálida Zilda, entretanto, bateu um raio de esperança. A noite de su’alma alvorejou ao luar de um <Quem sabe?>. Não se atreveu, todavia, a arrostar a cólera do pai e do irmão, concertados ambos num tremendo ajuste de contas. Confiou no milagre. Acendeu outra velinha a Santo Antônio…

O grande dia chegou. Trancoso rompeu à tarde pela fazenda, caracolando o rosilho. Desceu Moreira a esperá-lo embaixo da escada, de mãos às costas.

Antes de sofrear as rédeas, já o amável pretendente abria-se em exclamações.

– Ora viva, caro Moreira! Chegou enfim o grande dia. Desta vez, compro-lhe a fazenda.

Moreira tremia. Esperou que o biltre apeasse e mal Trancoso, lançando as rédeas, dirigiu-se-lhe de braços abertos, todo risos, o velho saca de sob o paletó um rabo de tatu e rompe-lhe para cima com ímpeto de queixada.

– Queres fazenda, grandíssimo tranca? Toma, toma fazenda, ladrão! – e lepte, lepte, finca-lhe rijas rabadas coléricas.

O pobre rapaz, tonteando pelo imprevisto da agressão, corre ao cavalo e monta às cegas, de passo que Zico lhe sacode no lombo nova série de lambadas de agravadíssimo ex-quase-cunhado.

Dona Isaura atiça-lhe os cães:

– Pega, Brinquinho! Ferra, Joli!

O mal-azarado comprador de fazendas, acuado como raposa em terreiro, dá de esporas e foge à toda, sob uma chuva de insultos e pedras. Ao cruzar a porteira inda teve ouvidos para distinguir na grita os desaforos esganiçados da velha:

– Comedor de bolinhos! Papa-manteiga! Toma! Em outra não hás de cair, ladrão de ovo e cará!…

E Zilda?

Atrás da vidraça, com os olhos pisados do muito chorar, a triste menina viu desaparecer para sempre, envolto em uma nuvem de pó, o cavaleiro gentil dos seus dourados sonhos.

Moreira, o caipora, perdia assim naquele dia o único negócio bom que durante a vida inteira lhe deparara a Fortuna: o duplo descarte – da filha e da Espiga…”


XII. O ESTIGMA

“Saímos e percorremos toda a fazenda, o chiqueirão dos canastrões, o cercado das aves de raça, o tanque dos Pekins; vimos as cabras Toggenburg, o gado Jersey, a máquina de café, todas essas coisas comuns a todas as fazendas e que no entanto examinamos sempre com real prazer.

Fausto era fazendeiro amador. Tudo ali demonstrava logo dispêndio de dinheiro sem a preocupação da renda proporcional; trazia-a no pé de quem não necessita da propriedade para viver.”

“- Aquele nosso horror à coleira matrimonial! Como esbanjávamos diatribes contra o amor sacramento, benzido pelo padre, gatafunhado pelo escrivão… Lembras-te?

– E estamos a pagar a língua. É sempre assim na vida: a libérrima teoria por cima e a trama férrea das injunções por baixo. O casamento!… Não o defino hoje com o petulante entono de solteiro. Só digo que não há casamento – há casamentos. Cada caso é um especial.

– Tendo aliás de comum – disse eu – um mesmo traço: restrição da personalidade.

– Sim. É mister que o homem ceda cinqüenta por cento e a mulher outros tantos para que haja o equilíbrio razoável a que chamamos felicidade conjugal.

– <Felicidade conjugal>, dizes bem, restringindo com o adjetivo a amplidão do substantivo.”

Laura… É como um raio de sol matutino que folga e ri na face noruega da minha vida…”

“Envelhecera Fausto quarenta anos naqueles vinte de desencontro, e o tempo murchara-lhe a expansibilidade folgazã. Enquanto palestrávamos, uma a uma subiam-me à tona da memória as cenas e pessoas do Paraíso, a fascinante Laurita à frente. Perguntei por ela em primeiro.

– Morta! – foi a resposta seca e torva.

Como nas horas claras do verão nuvem erradia tapando às súbitas o sol põe na paisagem manchas mormacentas de sombras, assim aquela palavra nos velou a ambos a alegria do encontro.

– E tua mulher? Os filhos?

– Também morta, a mulher. Os filhos, por aí, casados uns, o último ainda comigo. Meu caro Bruno, o dinheiro não é tudo na vida, e principalmente não é pára-raios que nos ponha a salvo de coriscos a cabeça. Moro na rua tal; aparece lá à noite que te contarei a minha história – e gaba-te, pois serás a única pessoa a quem revelarei o inferno que me saiu o Paraíso…”

O <má> na mulher diz tudo; dispensa maior gasto de expressões. Quando ouvires de uma mulher que é má, não peças mais: foge a sete pés. Se eu fôra refazer o Inferno, acabaria com tantos círculos que lá pôs o Dante, e em lugar meteria de guarda aos precitos uma dúzia de megeras. Haviam de ver que paraíso eram, em comparação, os círculos…

Confesso que não casei por amor. Estava bacharel e pobre. Vi pela frente o marasmo da magistratura e a vitória rápida do casamento rico. Optei pela vitória rápida, descurioso de sondar para onde me levaria a áurea vereda. O dote, grande, valia, ou pareceu-me valer, o sacrifício. Errei. Com a experiência de hoje, agarrava a mais reles das promotorias. O viver que levamos não o desejo como castigo ao pior celerado.

– A face noruega!…

– Era exata a comparação, gélido como nos corria o viver conjugal no período em que, iludidos, contemporizávamos, tentando um equilíbrio impossível. Depois tornou-se-nos infernal. Laura, à proporção que desabrochava, reunia em si quanta formosura de corpo, alma e espírito um poeta concebe em sonhos para meter em poemas. Conluiava-se nela a beleza do Diabo, própria da idade, com a beleza de Deus, permanente – e o pobre do teu Fausto, um exilado em fria Sibéria matrimonial, coração virgem de amor, não teve mão de si, sucumbiu. No peito que supunha calcinado viçou o perigosíssimo amor dos trinta anos.”

“Ao cabo, ou porque me traísse o fogo interno ou porque o ciúme desse à minha mulher uma visão de lince, tudo leu ela dentro de mim, como se o coração me pulsasse num peito de cristal. Conheci, então, um lúgubre pedaço de alma humana: a caverna onde moram os dragões do ciúme e do ódio. O que escabujou minha mulher contra os <amásios>!

A caninana envolvia no mesmo insulto a inocência ignorante e a nobreza dum sentimento puríssimo, recalcado no fundo do meu ser.

Intimou-me a expulsá-la incontinenti.

Resisti.

Afastaria Laura, mas não com a bruteza exigida e de modo a me trair perante ela e todo o mundo. Era a primeira vez que eu depois de casado resistia, e tal firmeza encheu de assombro a <senhora>. Tenho cá na visão o riso de desafio que nesse momento lhe crispou a boca, e tenho n’alma as cicatrizes das áscuas que espirraram aqueles olhos [brasa ou lustre vítreo da ira neste órgão sensível à luz e aos sentimentos!].

Apanhei a luva.

Estas guerras conjugais portas adentro!… Não há aí luta civil que se lhe compare em crueza. Na frente de estranhos, de Laura e dos filhos, continha-se. Maltratava a pobre menina, mas sem revelar a verdadeira causa da perseguição.

A sós comigo, porém, que inferno!

Durou pouco isso. Escrevi a parentes, e dava os primeiros passos para a arrumação de Laura, quando…”

“Emboscava-se nele com um livro, ou com a costura, e dess’arte sossegava um momento da inferneira doméstica.

Um dia em que saí à caça, menos pela caçada do que para retemperar-me da guerra caseira na paz das matas, ao montar a cavalo vi-a dirigir-se para lá com o cestinho de costura.

Demorei-me mais do que o usual, e em vez de paca trouxe uma longa meditação desanimadora, feita de papo acima, inda me lembro, sob a fronte de enorme guabirobeira.

Ao pisar no terreiro, vi as crianças a me esperarem na escada, assustadinhas.

– Papai não viu Laura?”

“Corremos todos. Estava lá o cestinho de costura, mais adiante… o corpo frio da menina.

Morta, à bala!

A blusa entreaberta mostrava no entresseio uma ferida: um pequeno furo negro donde fluía para as costelas fina estria de sangue. Ao lado da mão direita inerte, o meu revólver.

Suicidara-se…

Não te digo o meu desespero. Esqueci mundo, conveniências, tudo, e beijei-a longamente entre arquejos e sacões de angústia.

Trouxeram-na a braços. Em casa, minha mulher, então grávida, recusou-se a ver o cadáver com pretexto do estado, e Laura desceu à cova sem que ela por um só momento deixasse a clausura. Note você isto: <Minha mulher não viu o cadáver da menina>. Dias depois, humanizou-se. Deixou a cela, voltando à vida do costume, muito mudada de gênio, entretanto. Cessara a exaltação ciumosa do ódio, sobrevindo em lugar um mutismo sombrio. Pouquíssimas palavras lhe ouvi daí por diante.

A mim, o suicídio de Laura, sobre sacudir-me o organismo como o pior dos terremotos, preocupava-me como insolúvel enigma.

Não compreendia aquilo.

Suas últimas palavras em casa, seus últimos atos, nada induzia o horrível desenlace. Por que se mataria Laura?

Como conseguira o revólver, guardado sempre no meu quarto, em lugar só de mim e de minha mulher sabido?

Uma inspeção nos seus guardados não me esclareceu melhor; nenhuma carta ou escrito judicioso.

Mistério!

Mas correram os meses e um belo dia minha mulher deu à luz um menino.

Que tragédia! Dói-me a cabeça o recordá-la.

A velha Lucrécia, auxiliar da parteira, foi quem veio à sala com a notícia do bom sucesso.

– Desta vez foi um meninão!, disse ela. Mas nasceu marcado…

– Marcado?

– Tem uma marca no peito, uma cobrinha coral de cabeça preta.

Impressionado com a esquisitice, dirigi-me para o quarto. Acerquei-me da criança e desfiz as faixas o necessário para examinar-lhe o peitinho. E vi… vi um estigma que reproduzia com exatidão o ferimento de Laurinha: um núcleo negro, imitante ao furo da bala, e a <cobrinha>, uma estria enviesada pelas costelas abaixo.

Um raio de luz inundou-me o espírito. Compreendi tudo. O feto em formação nas entranhas da mãe fôra a única testemunha do crime e, mal nascido, denunciava-o com esmagadora evidência.

– Ela já viu isto? – perguntei à parteira.

– Não! Nem é bom que veja antes de sarada.

Não me contive. Escancarei as janelas, derramei ondas de sol no aposento, despi a criança e ergui-a ante os olhos da mãe; dizendo com frieza de juiz:

– Olha, mulher, quem te denuncia!

A parturiente ergueu-se de golpe, recuou da testa as madeixas soltas e cravou os olhos no estigma. Esbugalhou-os como louca, à medida que lhe alcançava a significação.

Depois ergueu-se de golpe, e pela primeira vez aqueles olhos duros se turvaram ante a fixidez inexorável dos meus.

Em seguida moleou o corpo, descaindo para os travesseiros, vencida.

Sobreveio-lhe uma crise à noite. Acudiram médicos. Era febre puerperal sob forma gravíssima. Minha mulher recusou obstinadamente qualquer medicação e morreu sem uma palavra, fora as inconscientes escapas nos momentos de delírio…

Mal concluíra Fausto a confidência daqueles horrores, abriu-se a porta e entrou na sala um rapazinho imberbe.

– Meu filho – disse ele – , mostra ao Bruno a tua cobrinha.

O moço desabotoou o colete; entreabriu a camisa. Pude então ver o estigma. Era perfeita ilusão: lá estava a imagem do orifício aberto pelo projétil e o do fio de sangue escorrido. Veja você, concluiu o meu triste amigo, os caprichos da Natureza…

– Caprichos de Nêmesis… – ia eu dizendo, mas o olhar do pai cortou-me a palavra: o moço ignorava o crime de que fôra ele próprio eloqüente delator.”


XIII. VELHA PRAGA [NÃO-FICÇÃO: O PRIMEIRO ESCRITO DE MONTEIRO LOBATO, UMA QUEIXA-CRIME ENVIADA A’O ESTADO DE S. PAULO, 2a versão: A MULTITUDE DE HOMENS MAUS E PODEROSOS SEMPRE NOS GERA, A NÓS OS ESCRITORES, MESSIAS URBANÓIDES. OBRIGADO VÂNIA, OBRIGADO JUSSARA, OBRIGADO, JESUS-JUDAS, OBRIGADO CEARIBARÁ, OBRIGADO TANTOS OUTROS JÁ ESQUECIDOS PORQUE POR MIM MUITO – E JUSTAMENTE – MAL-TRATADOS, MAS ESSA LISTA SÓ CONTINUARÁ, PARA MEU IMENSO REGOZIJO…]

“Andam todos em nossa terra por tal forma estonteados com as proezas infernais dos belacíssimos <vons> alemães, que não sobram olhos para enxergar males caseiros.

Venha, pois, uma voz do sertão dizer às gentes da cidade que se lá fora o jogo da guerra lavra implacável, fogo não menos destruidor devasta nossas matas, com furor não menos germânico.”

“A serra da Mantiqueira ardeu como ardem aldeias na Europa, e é hoje um cinzeiro imenso, entremeado aqui e acolá de manchas de verdura – as restingas úmidas, as grotas frias, as nesgas salvas a tempo pela cautela dos aceiros. Tudo o mais é crepe negro.”

“Preocupa à nossa gente civilizada o conhecer em quanto fica na Europa por dia, em francos e cêntimos, um soldado em guerra; mas ninguém cuida de calcular os prejuízos de toda sorte advindos de uma assombrosa queima destas. As velhas camadas de húmus destruídas; os sais preciosos que, breve, as enxurradas deitarão fora, rio abaixo, via oceano; o rejuvenescimento florestal do solo paralisado e retrogradado; a destruição das aves silvestres e o possível advento de pragas insetiformes; a alteração para o pior do clima com a agravação crescente das secas; os vêdos [tapume, sebe] e aramados perdidos; o gado morto ou depreciado pela falta de pastos; as cento e uma particularidades que dizem respeito a esta ou aquela zona e, dentro delas, a esta ou aquela <situação> agrícola.”

“neste tortíssimo 1914 que, benza-o Deus, parece aparentado de perto como o célebre ano 1000 de macabra memória.”

OS 4 ESTÁGIOS DA EROSÃO E DESERTIFICAÇÃO (NÃO ENSINAM NAS ESCOLAS): “Em quatro anos, a mais ubertosa região se despe dos jequitibás magníficos e das perobeiras milenárias – seu orgulho e grandeza, para, em achincalhe crescente, cair em capoeira, passar desta à humildade da vassourinha e, descendo sempre, encruar definitivamente na desdita do sapezeiro – sua tortura e vergonha.”

“Este funesto parasita da terra é o CABOCLO, espécie de homem baldio, seminômade, inadaptável à civilização, mas que vive à beira dela na penumbra das zonas fronteiriças. À medida que o progresso vem chegando com a via férrea, o italiano, o arado, a valorização da propriedade, vai ele refugindo em silêncio, com o seu cachorro, o seu pilão, a pica-pau [espingarda rústica] e o isqueiro, de modo a sempre conservar-se fronteiriço, mudo e sorna.”

“não se liga à terra, como o campônio europeu <agrega-se>, tal qual o <sarcopte> [parasita], pelo tempo necessário à completa sucção da seiva convizinha; feito o quê, salta para diante com a mesma bagagem com que ali chegou.

Vem de um sapezeiro para criar outro. Coexistem em íntima simbiose; sapé e caboclo são vidas associadas. Este inventou aquele e lhe dilata os domínios; em troca, o sapé lhe cobre a choça e lhe fornece fachos para queimar a colméia das pobres abelhas.

Chegam silenciosamente, ele e a <sarcopta> fêmea, esta com um filhote no útero, outro ao peito, outro de sete anos à ourela da saia – este já de pitinho na boca e faca à cinta.

Completam o rancho um cachorro sarnento – Brinquinho –, a foice, a enxada, a pica-pau, o pilãozinho de sal, a panela de barro, um santo encardido, três galinhas pevas [de extração baixa, diferente da garnisé] e um galo índio. Com estes simples ingredientes, o fazedor de sapezeiros perpetua a espécie e a obra de esterilização iniciada com os remotíssimos avós.

Acampam.

Em três dias uma choça, que por eufemismo chamam casa, brota da terra como um urupê. Tiram tudo do lugar, os esteios, os caibros, as ripas, os barrotes, o cipó que os liga, o barro das paredes e a palha do teto. Tão íntima é a comunhão dessas palhoças com a terra local, que dariam idéia de coisa nascida do chão por obra espontânea da natureza – se a natureza fosse capaz de criar coisas tão feias.

Barreada a casa, pendurado o santo, está lavrada a sentença de morte daquela paragem.

Começam as requisições. Com a pica-pau, o caboclo limpa a floresta das aves incautas. Pólvora e chumbo adquire-os vendendo palmitos no povoado vizinho. É este um traço curioso da vida do caboclo e explica o seu largo dispêndio de pólvora; quando o palmito escasseia, rareiam os tiros, só a caça grande merecendo sua carga de chumbo; se o palmital se extingue, exultam as pacas: está encerrada a estação venatória.

“Quem foi o incendiário? Donde partiu o fogo?

Indaga-se, descobre-se o Nero: é um urumbeva qualquer, de barba rala, amoitado num litro de terra litigiosa.

E agora? Que fazer? Processá-lo?

Não há recurso legal contra ele. A única pena possível, barata, fácil e já estabelecida como praxe, é <tocá-lo>.

Curioso este preceito: <ao caboclo, toca-se. Toca-se, como se toca um cachorro importuno, ou uma galinha que vareja pela sala. E tão afeito anda ele a isso, que é comum ouvi-lo dizer: ‘Se eu fizer tal coisa, o senhor não me toca?’>

Justiça sumária – que não pune, entretanto, dado o nomadismo do paciente.

Enquanto a mata arde, o caboclo regala-se.

– Eta fogo bonito!

No vazio de sua vida semi-selvagem, em que os incidentes são um jacu abatido, uma paca fisgada n’água ou o filho novimensal, a queimada é o grande espetáculo do ano, supremo regalo dos olhos e dos ouvidos.”

“O caboclo é uma quantidade negativa. Tala 50 alqueires de terra para extrair deles o com que passar fome e frio durante o ano. Calcula as sementeiras pelo máximo da sua resistência às privações. Nem mais, nem menos. <Dando para passar fome>, sem virem a morrer disso, ele, a mulher e o cachorro – está tudo muito bem; assim fez o pai, o avô; assim fará a prole empanzinada que naquele momento brinca nua no terreiro.”


XIV. URUPÊS [Introdução ao mítico Jeca Tatu!]

“Morreu Peri, incomparável idealização dum homem natural como o sonhava Rousseau, protótipo de tantas perfeições humanas, que no romance, ombro a ombro com altos tipos civilizados, a todos sobreleva em beleza d’alma e corpo.

Contrapôs-lhe a cruel etiologia dos sertanistas modernos um selvagem real, feio e brutesco, anguloso e desinteressante, tão incapaz muscularmente, de arrancar uma palmeira, como incapaz, moralmente, de amar Ceci.

Por felicidade nossa – e de D. Antônio de Mariz – não os viu Alencar; sonhou-os qual Rousseau. Do contrário, lá teríamos o filho de Araré a moquear [comer, em algum dos dois sentidos, contra a vontade da moça] a linda menina num bom brasileiro de pau-brasil, em vez de acompanhá-la em adoração pelas selvas, como o Ariel benfazejo do Paquequer.”

“Todo o clã plumitivo deu de forjar seu indiozinho refegado de Peri e Atala. Em sonetos, contos e novelas, hoje esquecidos, consumiram-se tabas inteiras de aimorés sanhudos, com virtudes romanas por dentro e penas de tucano por fora.

Vindo o público a bocejar de farto, já cético ante o crescente desmantelo do ideal, cessou no mercado literário a procura de bugres homéricos, inúbias [trombetas], tacapes, bonés, piagas [pajés] e virgens bronzeadas. Armas e heróis desandaram cabisbaixos, rumo ao porão onde se guardam os móveis fora de uso, saudoso museu de extintas pilhas elétricas que a seu tempo galvanizaram nervos. E lá acamam poeira cochichando reminiscências com a barba de D. João de Castro [capitão-geral das Índias, séc. XVI], com os frankisks de Herculano [santo italiano da ordem dos franciscanos], com os frades de Garrett [romancista português obcecado por personagens fradescos] e que-tais [em suma: velharias fora de moda que todos empilhavam no porão]

Não morreu, todavia.

Evoluiu.”

“os prosaicos demolidores de ídolos – gente má e sem poesia. Irão os malvados esgaravatar o ícone com as curetas da ciência. E que feias se hão de entrever as caipirinhas cor de jambo de Fagundes Varela! E que chambões e sornas os Peris de calça, camisa e faca à cinta!

Isso, para o futuro. Hoje ainda há perigo em bulir no vespeiro: o caboclo é o <Ai Jesus!> [a comoção, o fraco] nacional.

É de ver o orgulho[so] entono com que respeitáveis figurões batem no peito exclamando com altivez: Sou raça de caboclo!

“a verdade nua manda dizer que entre as raças de variado matiz, formadoras da nacionalidade e metidas entre o estrangeiro recente e o aborígine de tabuinha no beiço, uma existe a vegetar de cócoras, incapaz de evolução, impenetrável ao progresso. Feia e sorna, nada a põe de pé.

Quando Pedro I lança aos ecos o seu grito histórico e o país desperta estrovinhado à crise duma mudança de dono, o caboclo ergue-se, espia e acocora-se de novo.”

“Vem Floriano; estouram as granadas de Custódio; Gumercindo bate às portas de Roma; Incitátus [Hermes da Fonseca] derranca [fode com] o país.

O caboclo continua de cócoras, a modorrar…

Nada o esperta. Nenhuma ferrotoada o põe de pé. Social, como individualmente, em todos os atos da vida, Jeca, antes de agir, acocora-se. Jeca Tatu é um piraquara do Paraíba, maravilhoso epítome de carne onde se resumem todas as características da espécie.”

A POSIÇÃO DA CAGADA

“De pé ou sentado, as idéias se lhe entravam, a língua emperra e não há de dizer coisa com coisa.” “Pobre Jeca Tatu! Como és bonito no romance e feio na realidade!”

“Sua casa de sapé e lama faz sorrir aos bichos que moram em toca e gargalhar ao joão-de-barro.

Pura biboca de bosquímano. Mobília, nenhuma. A cama é uma espipada esteira de peri posta sobre o chão batido.

Às vezes se dá ao luxo de um banquinho de três pernas – para os hóspedes. Três pernas permitem equilíbrio; inútil, portanto, meter a quarta, o que ainda o obrigaria a nivelar o chão. Para que assentos, se a natureza os dotou de sólidos, rachados calcanhares sobre os quais se sentam?

Nenhum talher. Não é a munheca um talher completo – colher, garfo e faca a um tempo?”

“Servem de gaveta os buracos da parede.

Seus remotos avós não gozaram maiores comodidades.

Seus netos não meterão quarta perna ao banco. Para quê?

Vive-se bem sem isso.

Se pelotas de barro caem, abrindo seteiras na parede, Jeca não se move a repô-las. Ficam pelo resto da vida os buracos abertos, a entremostrarem nesgas de céu.

Quando a palha do teto, apodrecida, greta em fendas por onde pinga a chuva, Jeca, em vez de remendar a tortura, limita-se, cada vez que chove, a aparar numa gamelinha a água gotejante…

Remendo… Para quê? se uma casa dura dez anos e faltam <apenas> nove para que ele abandone aquela? Esta filosofia economiza reparos.”

“Um pedaço de pau dispensaria o milagre; mas entre pendurar o santo e tomar da foice, subir ao morro, cortar a madeira, atorá-la, baldeá-la e especar a parede, o sacerdote da Grande Lei do Menor Esforço não vacila. É coerente.

Um terreirinho descalvado rodeia a casa. O mato o beira. Nem árvores frutíferas, nem horta, nem flores – nada revelador de permanência.”

“- Não paga a pena.

Todo o inconsciente filosofar do caboclo grulha nessa palavra atravessada de fatalismo e modorra. Nada paga a pena.”

“Bem ponderado, a causa principal da lombeira do caboclo reside nas benemerências sem conta da mandioca. Talvez que sem ela se pusesse de pé e andasse. Mas enquanto dispuser de um pão cujo preparo se resume no plantar, colher e lançar sobre brasas, Jeca não mudará de vida. O vigor das raças humanas está na razão direta da hostilidade ambiente. Se a poder de estacas e diques o holandês extraiu de um brejo salgado a Holanda, essa jóia do esforço, é que ali nada o favorecia. Se a Inglaterra brotou das ilhas nevoentas da Caledônia, é que lá não medrava a mandioca.

Medrasse, e talvez os víssemos hoje, os ingleses, tolhiços, de pé no chão, amarelentos, mariscando de peneira no Tâmisa. Há bens que vêm para males. A mandioca ilustra este avesso de provérbio.

“O fato mais importante de sua vida é, sem dúvida, votar no governo. Tira nesse dia da arca a roupa preta do casamento, sarjão funadinho de traça e todo vincado de dobras; entala os pés num alentado sapatão de bezerro; ata ao pescoço um colarinho de bico e, sem gravata, ringindo e mancando, vai pegar o diploma de eleitor às mãos do chefe Coisada, que lho retém para maior garantia da fidelidade partidária.

Vota. Não sabe em quem, mas vota. Esfrega a pena no livro eleitoral, arabescando o aranhol de gatafunhos [rabiscos] a que chama <sua graça>.

Se há tumulto, chuchurreia de pé firme, com heroísmo, as porretadas oposicionistas, e ao cabo segue para a casa do chefe, de galo cívico na testa e colarinho sungado para trás, a fim de novamente lhe depor nas mãos o <dipeloma>.

Grato e sorridente, o morubixaba galardoa-lhe o heroísmo, flagrantemente documentado pelo latejar do couro cabeludo, com um aperto de munheca e a promessa, para logo, duma inspetoria de quarteirão.

Representa este freguês o tipo clássico do sitiante já com um pé fora da classe. Exceção, díscolo [insubordinado] que é, não vem ao caso. Aqui tratamos da regra e a regra é Jeca Tatu.”

“são as noções práticas da vida, que recebeu do pai e sem mudança transmitirá aos filhos.”

“Eu, para escapar do <reculutamento>, sou inté capaz de cortar um dedo, como o meu tio Lourenço…”

“O veículo usual das drogas é sempre a pinga – meio honesto de render homenagem à deusa Cachaça, divindade que entre eles ainda não encontrou heréticos.”

MEDICINA E SANITARISMO JECA: “O ritual bizantino dentro de cujas maranhas os filhos do Jeca vêm ao mundo, e do qual não há fugir sob pena de gravíssimas conseqüências futuras, daria um in-fólio d’alto fôlego ao Sílvio Romero bastante operoso que se propusesse a compendiá-lo.” “Todos os volumes do Larousse não bastariam para catalogar-lhe as crendices, e como não há linhas divisórias entre estas e a religião, confundem-se ambas em maranhada teia, não havendo distinguir onde pára uma e começa outra.

A idéia de Deus e dos santos torna-se jeco-cêntrica. São os santos os graúdos lá de cima, os coronéis celestes, debruçados no azul para espreitar-lhes a vidinha e intervir nela ajudando-os ou castigando-os, como os metediços deuses de Homero. Uma torcedura de pé, um estrepe, o feijão entornado, o pote que rachou, o bicho que arruinou – tudo diabruras da côrte celeste, para castigo de más intenções ou atos.

Daí o fatalismo. Se tudo movem cordéis lá de cima, para que lutar, reagir? Deus quis. A maior catástrofe é recebida com esta exclamação, muito parenta do <Allah Kébir> do beduíno.”

DIO-NÍSI-OGRO TATU

“A arte rústica do campônio europeu é opulenta a ponto de constituir preciosa fonte de sugestões para os artistas de escol. Em nenhum país o povo vive sem a ela recorrer para um ingênuo embelezamento da vida. Já não se fala no camponês italiano ou teutônico, filho de alfobres mimosos, propícios a todas as florações estéticas. Mas o russo, o hirsuto mujique a meio atolado em barbárie crassa. Os vestuários nacionais da Ucrânia nos quais a cor viva e o sarapantado da ornamentação indicam a ingenuidade do primitivo, os isbás da Lituânia, sua cerâmica, os bordados, os móveis, os utensílios de cozinha, tudo revela no mais rude dos campônios o sentimento da arte.

No samoieda, no pele-vermelha, no abexim, no papua, um arabesco ingênuo costuma ornar-lhes as armas – como lhes ornam a vida canções repassadas de ritmos sugestivos.

Que nada é isso, sabido como já o homem pré-histórico, companheiro do urso das cavernas, entalhava perfis de mamutes em chifres de rena.

Egresso à regra, não denuncia o nosso caboclo o mais remoto traço de um sentimento nascido com o troglodita.

Esmenilhemos o seu casebre: que é que ali denota a existência do mais vago senso estético? Uma chumbada no cabo de relho e uns zigue-zagues a canivete ou fogo pelo roliço do porretinho de guatambu. É tudo.

Às vezes surge numa família um gênio musical cuja fama esvoaça pelas redondezas. Ei-lo na viola: concentra-se, tosse, cuspilha o pigarro, fere as cordas e <tempera>. E fica nisso, no tempero.

Dirão: e a modinha? A modinha, como as demais manifestações de arte popular existentes no país, é obra do mulato, em cujas veias o sangue recente do europeu, rico de atavismos estéticos, borbulha d’envolta com o sangue selvagem, alegre e são do negro.

O caboclo é soturno.

Não canta senão rezas lúgubres.

Não dança senão o cateretê aladainhado.

Não esculpe o cabo da faca, como o cabila.

Não compõe sua canção, como o felá do Egito.

No meio da natureza brasílica, tão rica de formas e cores, onde os ipês floridos derramam feitiços no ambiente e a infolhescência dos cedros, às primeiras chuvas de setembro, abre a dança dos tangarás; onde há abelhas de sol, esmeraldas vivas, cigarras, sabiás, luz, cor, perfume, vida dionisíaca em escachôo permanente, o caboclo é o sombrio urupê de pau podre a modorrar silencioso no recesso das grotas.

Só ele não fala, não canta, não ri, não ama.

Só ele, no meio de tanta vida, não vive…”

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ANEXO – QUEM FOI ESSE TAL MONTEIRO?

“Antes de Lobato, os livros do Brasil eram impressos em Portugal. Com ele, inicia-se o movimento editorial brasileiro. Em 1931 volta dos Estados Unidos da América do Norte, pregando a redenção do Brasil pela exploração do ferro e do petróleo.

Começa a luta que o deixará pobre, doente e desgostoso. Havia interesse oficial em se dizer que no Brasil não havia petróleo. Foi perseguido, preso e criticado porque teimava em dizer que no Brasil havia petróleo e que era preciso explorá-lo para dar ao seu povo um padrão de vida à altura de suas necessidades.”

A SONHADA CONCUBINA DO PRINCIPEZINHO DE ROUSSEAU

“Já em 1921 dedicou-se à literatura infantil. Retorna a ela, desgostoso dos adultos que o perseguem injustamente. Em 1943, funda a Editora Brasiliense para publicar suas obras completas, reformulando inclusive diversos livros infantis.

Com <Narizinho Arrebitado>, lança o Sítio do Pica-Pau Amarelo e seus célebres personagens. Por intermédio de Emília, diz tudo o que pensa; na figura do Visconde de Sabugosa, critica o sábio que só acredita nos livros já escritos; Dona Benta é o personagem adulto que aceita a imaginação criadora das crianças, admitindo as novidades que vão modificando o mundo; Tia Nastácia é o adulto sem cultura, que vê no que é desconhecido o mal, o pecado. Narizinho e Pedrinho são as crianças de ontem, hoje e amanhã, abertas a tudo, querendo ser felizes, confrontando suas experiências com o que os mais velhos dizem, mas sempre acreditando no futuro.”

POR UNA HISTORIA DE LA TRADUCCIÓN EN HISPANOAMÉRICA – Georges Bastin

IN: Íkala, revista de lenguaje y cultura, vol. 8, núm. 14, jan./dez./2003, pp. 193-217. Publicação da Universidad de Antioquia, Medellín, Colombia. “(Este artigo é uma versão ampliada e atualizada do trabalho publicado em 1998 na Routledge Encyclopedia of Translation Studies sob o título <Latin American Tradition>.)”

Texto integral disponível em: http://www.redalyc.org/articulo.oa?id=255026028009

En primer lugar, si bien es cierto que esbozar un panorama de la actividad traductora en un continente a lo largo de 500 años implica un arqueo bibliográfico de gran magnitud, resulta al mismo tiempo una tarea difícil y muy lejos de ser exhaustiva. En segundo lugar, por ser el primero en su género, este trabajo presenta seguramente serias lagunas que no han podido ser colmadas por el difícil acceso a las fuentes de información.”

(…) la relación esencial y paradójica entre el hispanismo y el indigenismo. No es casual que la traducción hispano-americana encuentre su mejor simbiosis en una figura tan real-mágica como la de Malinalli Tenépal. Esta india azteca, mejor conocida como la Malinche, símbolo del mestizaje de las culturas, es la primera intérprete americana en marcar con sello polémico el controversial paso hacia adelante de la historia universal, mediante el cual se enriquece el planeta, hasta entonces conocido, con tierras, hombres e ideas que, a pesar de su milenaria tradición, fueron llamados <Nuevo Mundo>.”

Cuando Colón pisó tierras americanas se enfrentó a unas mil lenguas agrupadas en cerca de 133 familias, entre las cuales las principales eran la azteca (con más de 20 dialectos) en México, Estados Unidos y América Central; la maya-quiche y la náhuatl en México, Guatemala y América Central; la chibcha en Colombia; la caribe en las Antillas y Venezuela; la tupí-guaraní en Paraguay, Uruguay y norte de Argentina; la aimara y la quechua en Ecuador, Perú y Bolivia, y la araucana en Chile. No cabe la menor duda, por más que se carezca de datos fehacientes, de que se establecieron contactos entre las distintas tribus indígenas, lo que a su vez permite suponer la existencia de intérpretes (Rosenblat, 1984: 72-74).”

intérpretes o lenguas (a veces también llamados lenguaraces, farautes, trujumanes, o naguatlatos en el caso del náhuatl).”

La primera ley general, que ordenaba a los sacristanes la enseñanza de esta lengua a los niños indios, data de 1550 (Solano, 1991: 47). Sin embargo, las órdenes de la Corona no fueron obedecidas, ni en ese momento, ni más tarde. Así, después de muchos debates y no pocos conflictos entre misioneros y juristas, entre lo real y lo ideal, llegamos a 1770, cuando por Real Cédula de Carlos III se declaran <ilegales> las lenguas americanas (Solano, 1991: 257). Ahora bien, estos ideales lingüísticos eran totalmente contradictorios con el hecho de que la evangelización de los nativos se realizara en sus propias lenguas. Sin embargo, así lo ordenaba la política oficial de la Iglesia Católica y de la Corona, ya que lo único que justificaba la conquista de América era la misión evangelizadora.”

los escritos oficiales siempre se redactaron en latín o en castellano. Los impresos más antiguos de América son, como era de esperarse, obras religiosas traducidas: en México, una Breve y más injundiosa doctrina cristiana en lengua mexicana y castellana, y en Lima, la obra que Calvo considera <el mayor esfuerzo traductológico de la Iglesia Católica en América en el período colonial>, el Catecismo de la doctrina christiana, una doctrina trilíngüe en español, quechua y aimara publicada por Antonio Ricardo en 1584 (Calvo, 2002: 113).

La presunción de la importancia que tendrían los intérpretes en el empeño de conquista hizo que Colón llevara, en su primer viaje, a dos de ellos: Rodrigo de Jerez, que había andado por tierras de Guinea, y Luis de Torres, judío que había vivido en el Adelantado de Murcia y dominaba el hebreo, el latín, el griego, el armenio y el árabe. Evidentemente, estas lenguas le fueron de muy poca utilidad para su trabajo de intérprete en tierras americanas. Este primer viaje hizo ver además a los colonos la necesidad de formar a estos intérpretes, de quienes, según varios testimonios, se desconfiaba. Desde su primer viaje —y así lo seguirá haciendo en los tres siguientes—, Colón se lleva a unos diez nativos con miras a que se enteren de la lengua y vida de España para servir a los reyes en futuros viajes. De regreso a La Española (hoy Haití y Santo Domingo), acompañan a Colón dos intérpretes: Alonso de Cáceres y un muchacho de la isla de Guanahaní (Bahamas) bautizado con el nombre de Diego Colón (Madariaga, 1992: 351).”

en 1499, Alonso de Ojeda, Juan de la Cosa y Américo Vespucio capturaron indígenas para convertirlos en lenguas. Ojeda se casó con su intérprete y guía, la índia Isabel. En la expedición de Pedro de Heredia a Cartagena de Indias en 1533, iba con los españoles la india Catalina, a quien Heredia se llevó como intérprete. En 1518, Juan Grijalba llevó a Yucatán, como intérpretes, a dos indios, Julianillo y Melchorejo, capturados por el capitán Francisco Hernández de Córdoba el año anterior. Cortés, en sus primeros pasos por Yucatán (Cozumel), estuvo acompañado por Melchorejo y el indio Francisco. También Vicente Yánez Pinzón capturó indios en el golfo de Paria (Venezuela) y se los llevó a La Española para que pudieran servir al joven almirante como intérpretes en la exploración de regiones ocultas.”

Los intérpretes dieron a Cortés mucha más fuerza que los ejércitos de tlaxcaltecas y otros aliados con los que finalmente conquistó México. Bernal Díaz del Castillo (1986) cuenta que Cortés llegó a utilizar simultáneamente los servicios de tres intérpretes: le hablaba castellano a Aguilar, quien traducía al maya para los yucatecas; la Malinche interpretaba del maya al náhuatl para los mexicas, y Orteguita, muchachito mexica, verificaba que lo que se decía era lo que quería decir Cortés.

Jerónimo de Aguilar (de Écija), clérigo español que sobrevivió al naufragio de la expedición de Juan de Valdivia en 1511, fue hecho esclavo en la isla de Cozumel, donde vivió con los mayas ocho años antes de ser liberado en 1519 por Hernán Cortés. Desde entonces, le sirvió como lengua y lo siguió en toda la campaña de la conquista de México.”

A PATRONA DOS TRADUTORES DO NOVO MUNDO: “Malinalli, Malitzin, la Malinche o doña Marina nació en 1502 en un pueblo cerca de Coatzacoalcos. De niña fue vendida a mercaderes de esclavos. Como propiedad de los tabasqueños pasó a formar parte de un grupo de 20 mujeres que le fueron regaladas a Cortés en 1519. En el reparto acostumbrado, le tocó como amo don Alonso Hernández de Portocarrero. En un encuentro con los mexicas, Malinalli sirvió de intérprete, ya que el padre Aguilar no entendía la lengua de estos indígenas. Entre los dos lograron establecer la comunicación: Malinalli traducía del náhuatl al maya y Aguilar del maya al español. Fue cuando Cortés le prometió la libertad a Marina, si aceptaba ser su intérprete. Llegó a ser mucho más, ya que fue su compañera, consejera y madre de su hijo.”

Esteban Martín, intérprete de Ambrosio Alfinger, apoderado de los banqueiros alemanes Welser en Santo Domingo, fue enviado con 20 hombres a Coro (1529). Juan Ortiz, sevillano que tenía 18 años cuando lo capturó el cacique Hirrihigua o Ucita, permaneció con los indios en contra de su voluntad por más de 10 años y luego fue intérprete de Hernando de Soto, hasta que éste murió en 1542. El primer intérprete al español de raza negra del que se tenga conocimiento fue Estevancio o Estevancico. Pánfilo de Narváez lo utilizó como intérprete en la expedición que salió de Cuba rumbo a la Florida en 1527 (Arencibia, 1993: 4).”

Es un hecho que estos intérpretes desempeñaron un papel clave en las negociaciones entre el Inca Atahualpa y sus dignatarios, y los españoles Francisco Pizarro, Hernando de Soto, Diego de Almagro y otros, que llevaron a la emboscada de Cajamarca en 1532 y luego a la ejecución del Inca, el año siguiente. Entre los nombres de los cuales tenemos información cierta, merecen destacarse los de Felipe o Felipillo, Martinillo de Poechos y Francisquillo, tres indios que sirvieron como intérpretes en la expedición de Bartolomé Ruiz en 1525 y quienes acompañaron a Pizarro y Almagro en sus distintos viajes hacia el Perú.”

PRIMEIRO CONTRA-EXEMPLO NOTÁVEL: “Felipillo habría nacido en la isla de Puná y habría aprendido el quechua, en Túmbez, de boca de indios que lo tenían como segunda lengua y el castellano de oír a los soldados españoles. Todos los historiadores están de acuerdo en que la interpretación realizada por Felipillo del requerimiento hecho al Inca Atahualpa (de reconocer a la Iglesia, al papa y a los reyes católicos), estuvo muy lejos de ser apropiada y ética. En primer lugar, porque es difícil suponer que, para la época, los lenguas pudieran comprender conceptos que les eran completamente ajenos, sobre todo aquellos referentes a la religión católica (Fossa, 2000). En segundo lugar, el intérprete habría efectuado la traducción de forma que fuera ofensiva para el monarca indígena, por pertenecer a una tribu enemiga del Inca, y además porque el intérprete mantenía amores ilícitos con una concubina de Atahualpa.”

Otro caso interesante es el de un soldado castellano llamado Gonzalo Calvo Barrientos, pillo y ladrón, puesto preso por Pizarro, quien lo condenó a una tunda de azotes y a que le cortaran las orejas (Herren, 1991). Desfigurado, huyó al sur y se estableció en el norte de Chile que, para entonces, formaba parte del império del Cuzco. Allí vivió con los indios. La expedición de Diego de Almagro lo encontró convertido en un mapuche barbudo que le sirvió como intérprete e intermediário con los indios.”

Francisco del Puerto, conocido como <Paquillo>, primer intérprete blanco del Río de la Plata, embarcado en 1515 con el descubridor Juan Díaz de Solís y quien pasó 10 años prisionero de los indios antes de servir como baqueano [guia, principalmente geográfico] e intérprete para Sebastián Caboto en 1526, se enemistó con Gonzalo Núñez de Balboa y, para vengarse, preparó junto a los indios una emboscada en la que perecieron casi todos los españoles (Arnaud, 1950).

Gonzalo de Acosta, nacido en Portugal en 1540, fue el más digno y famoso aventureiro portugués de los primeros tiempos del descubrimiento y conquista del Río de la Plata; fungió [serviu] de intérprete para Alvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca y Pedro de Mendoza.”

Comprendieron entonces la necesidad de adoptar una lengua auxiliar o lingua franca para facilitar la comunicación entre el colonizador español y los múltiples pueblos indígenas existentes. Los monjes entonces se entregaron a la tarea de difundir algunas <lenguas generales>. En 1584, el náhuatl se hablaba desde Zacatecas hasta Nicaragua; a finales del siglo XVI, el quechua se había extendido desde el Perú hasta el noroeste argentino y desde el sur de Colombia hasta Ecuador y el Alto Amazonas; el chibcha o muisca en toda la meseta cundiboyacense de Colombia; y el guaraní en Paraguay, el litoral rioplatense y gran parte de Brasil. Como lo explica Rosenblat (1984), se dio así el caso paradójico de que bajo la dominación española alcanzaran el náhuatl y el quechua una expansión que no tuvieron en la época de máximo esplendor de sus respectivos imperios.

al no resultar admisible para la religión católica que los sacramentos se administraran sin impartir las nociones básicas de la fe, y que la confesión, por ejemplo, se realizara mediante intérpretes, los religiosos se dedicaron a estudiar a fondo las lenguas del lugar, hasta escribir gramáticas y diccionarios, traducir numerosos textos doctrinarios: breviarios, misales, libros de horas, entonarios, procesionarios, etc., que cayeron en el olvido, nunca fueron impresos o fueron quemados. Larga es la lista de obras eruditas de carácter lingüístico que fueron editadas en la época colonial dedicadas al estudio de las lenguas americanas.”

Gargatagli (1992) explica que en el título XXIX del libro II de la Recopilación de leyes de los reynos de Las Indias figuran 15 disposiciones, fechadas entre 1529 y 1630, y firmadas por Carlos V, Felipe II y Felipe III, relativas a los intérpretes. La primera ley, la de 1529, describe a los intérpretes como ayudantes de gobernadores y de la justicia: no pueden pedir ni recibir de los indios joyas, ropas o comida. En la de 1537 se autoriza a los indios a ser acompañados por un <cristiano amigo suyo> para verificar la veracidad y exactitud de lo que dicen los intérpretes. Con las leyes de 1563, la profesión adquiere su jerarquía profesional: se les fija un sueldo según el número de preguntas que interpretan, se les determinan días y horarios de trabajo, se establece el número de intérpretes por cada Audiencia, se precisan sus deberes contenidos en el juramento que prestan: <[…]interpretar clara y abiertamente, sin encubrir ni añadir, sin ser parciales…; en caso de incumplimiento pueden ser condenados por perjurio al pago de multas,[…]>” (Solano, 1991: 62-64). Nada distinto a lo que hoy conocemos de los códigos de ética.

De la misma manera, el Tesoro de la lengua castellana o española, de Sebastián de Cobarruvias, el primer diccionario de la lengua (1611), define con bastante precisión al intérprete. Lo original tal vez sea que además de la <fidelidad>, se le exige al intérprete de Las Indias que tenga <cristiandad y bondade>, lo que hace sospechar que aquellos intérpretes, más que hijos del pensamiento humanista, eran engendros de la Inquisición.

Nos tempos coloniais, tudo se lia com avidez: desde as crônicas dos conquistadores e missionários até os mais arrevesados manuais sobre a arte da guerra e os <deliciosos> livros de confeitaria, cozinha, modas e jogos de azar. Livros em latim, inglês, francês, italiano, português; obras <heréticas e sediciosas>; clássicos latinos, gregos e castelhanos; uma profusão de dicionários sobre as mais diversas matérias, a vida dos santos, bíblias, missais e sermonários […]” (Leal, 1979:19)

En efecto, por Real Cédula promulgada en Ocaña y fechada el 4 de abril de 1531, se prohibía el envío para Las Indias de varios libros: las obras de pura imaginación literaria, las contrarias a las regalias del Monarca, y las que figuraban en los expurgatorios publicados por la Inquisición.

Especial empeño puso la Corona en prohibir aquellas obras escritas por extranjeros, entre las cuales las más perseguidas fueron los seis volúmenes de l’Histoire philosophique et politique des établissements et du commerce des Européens dans les deux indes, de Guillaume Raynal, publicados en Ámsterdam en 1770. Apesar de las prohibiciones, este libro se reeditó 38 veces antes de 1830 y circuló desde México hasta el Río de la Plata, ya en su original en francés o bien en la adaptación castellana del duque de Almodóvar del Río, en 1784.

Esta <libre> circulación de toda clase de libros en el siglo XVI y siguientes contribuyó, gracias también a las traducciones existentes, a la implantación de la lengua de Castilla como idioma universal de América hispana. Sin embargo, es de notar que casi todos los libros tuvieron una vida muy efímera en América. Muchos factores concurrieron para obstaculizar la producción y la edición (y, por tanto, la traducción) de libros en América. Factores materiales de diversa índole como la huida de numerosas familias españolas y criollas y la destrucción de bibliotecas, conventos y edificios públicos, contribuyeron a la extinción del libro (la quema de los códigos mayas perpetrada por Diego de Landa¹ en 1529 es calificada por Delisle y Woodsworth (1995: 153) como el acto <anti-traducción> más grave para el Nuevo Mundo; dichos manuscritos fueron quemados por temor a que dificultasen la obra de cristianización). Y es que en la propia España sobreviven tan pocas ediciones de aquellos tiempos que no es de extrañar que desapareciesen del todo en América.

¹ [O site rbth.com afirma que este foi um tradutor e decifrador colonial da escrita maia e não um censor/destruidor de livros.]

La desaparición de tal patrimonio cultural universal puede parecer paradójica si se recuerda que la imprenta surge tempranísimo en México, en 1535, y, en Lima, en 1583. De igual manera, las primeras universidades latinoamericanas fueron fundadas en la primera mitad del siglo XVI. En 1538 se funda, en el nuevo território de La Española, la Universidad de Santo Domingo; en 1551, la de Lima y la de México; en 1580, la Universidad Santo Tomás en Bogotá y en 1586, la de Quito.

Sin embargo, en esta época la censura se convierte en <histeria> y los controles <filológicos> son llevados al extremo. Así, en 1555, el Concilio Primero Mexicano, por errores de traducción, mandó recoger todos los sermonarios en lenguas de los indios. Lo curioso es que se incluyeran en las obras prohibidas las gramáticas y los diccionarios (Gargatagli, 1992: 13-14).

Al sur del continente, los jesuitas tuvieron una actividad intelectual intensa en la que la traducción estuvo siempre presente. Dos obras, Diferencia entre lo temporal y lo eterno, del padre Nieremberg, y Flos Sanctorum, del padre Rivadeneira, fueron traducidas al guaraní e impresas por indios en las misiones de Paraguay. Con la expulsión de los jesuitas, no quedó nada de las imprentas, ni de estas y otras obras.

Juan Badiano, de Xochimilco, tradujo al latín un libro sobre las hierbas medicinales de los indios, Libellus de medicinalibus indorum herbis, compuesto en náhuatl en 1552, por el indio Martín de la Cruz; el Libro de los coloquios o pláticas de fray Bernardino de Sahagún, escrito en náhuatl y en castellano hacia 1530, reproduce los intercambios religiosos entre unos doce franciscanos y sabios aztecas; del mismo autor, la Historia general de las cosas de Nueva España, escrita en náhuatl por un equipo encabezado por Sahagún, a partir de testimonios de ancianos y de viejos médicos de Tlatelolco, y el propio Sahagún tradujo en su totalidad, al castellano (o sea 40 años de trabajo y 12 volúmenes), la Historia de las Indias de Nueva España y Islas de Tierra Firme de fray Diego de Durán, traducción literal del Códice Ramírez. Estos, como vários otros, son trabajos que hoy tienen el mismo valor para los americanistas que la Piedra de Roseta, porque permiten el difícil trabajo de reconstrucción del pasado americano, del que quedan pocos documentos escritos. En cambio, no se tiene noticia de traducciones horizontales, es decir, entre las lenguas del Nuevo Mundo (Gargatagli, 1992: 16).”

RUMO À INDEPENDÊNCIA – FORMAÇÃO DAS IDENTIDADES NACIONAIS

a) ARGENTINA

Moreno (1810) impone una versión expurgada del Contrato social, de Rousseau, en las escuelas (se eliminó el punto de vista religioso) y con ello estimula la traducción de numerosas obras extranjeras. Más tarde, Sarmiento (1870) crea las escuelas normales e importa maestros norteamericanos con un cortejo de traducciones relacionadas con la pedagogía. Al igual que en otros países, el surgimiento por épocas del nacionalismo argentino provoca un rechazo hacia España y un vuelco hacia la traducción como base cultural. Las distintas olas de inmigrantes de finales del siglo XIX y principios del XX favorecen igualmente los intercambios culturales y, por ende, el desarrollo de la traducción. Nombres como los de Bartolomé Mitre, Leopoldo Lugones, Manuel Gálvez, Ricardo Rojas y, más tarde, Jorge Luis Borges, quedan indisolublemente ligados a la historia de la traducción, tanto por sus reflexiones teóricas, en el caso del primero y del último, como por sus traducciones.”

b) CHILE (sempre um tapa na cara dos brasilíndios)

Pero tal vez el auge de la actividad traductora en ese país esté más bien vinculado, como en Argentina, a decisiones de tipo gubernamental, como la creación de la Universidad de Chile (1842).”

El francés era la lengua de la inmensa mayoría de los textos traducidos, entre otras razones por la tremenda influencia que tuvieron en la emancipación y edificación de Chile, así como de casi toda América Latina, autores como Voltaire, Rousseau, Diderot y el abate Raynal. Entre los traductores más destacados se encuentran Valentín Letelier y Jorge Lagarrigue. A ellos se suma el ilustre venezolano Andrés Bello, quien ejerció la mayor parte de su actividad intelectual en Chile (Cabrera, 1993: 61).”

c) CUBA

Encabeza la lista de destacados traductores cubanos José María Heredia y Heredia (nacido en México en 1803): tradujo a W. Scott, T. Moore, Chenier, Alfieri, Ducis, Voltaire, E. Roch y Tytler. En la propia vertiente de los traductores hispanoamericanos antes mencionada, Heredia hizo apartes originales al texto de partida. Otra traductora que rechaza la copia servil del modelo es Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda (1814-1873), quien vertió al español obras de Víctor Hugo, Byron, Lamartine y Augusto de Lima. Otras representantes del grupo femenino del XIX son Aurelia Castillo de Gonzáles y Mercedes Matamoros, traductoras de Byron, Chenier, Moore, Goethe y Schiller.

En el campo de la didáctica y la ciencia, sobresalen traductores como los Hermanos Antonio y Eusebio Guiteras Font, Esteban Borrero Echevarria y José del Perojo (primero en traducir del alemán a Kant y a Fischer) (Arencibia, 1993).

Finalmente, Cuba cuenta con un gigante de las letras universales, a quien del mismo modo se le reconoce una gran actividad como traductor: José Martí (1853-1895). Tradujo del inglés Antigüedades griegas, de J. H. Mahaffy; Antigüedades romanas, de A. S. Weikens y Nociones de lógica, de W. Staley Jevons. Del francés tradujo la novela Mes fils, de Víctor Hugo. También se conoce a Martí como crítico de traducciones. De especial interés es su libro Cartas a María Mantilla, donde habla de la naturaleza de la traducción y explica la manera de abordar el trabajo traductivo (Arencibia, 2000: 13).”

d) VENEZUELA

En Venezuela, se comprueban varias de las características comunes a toda la América hispana hasta ahora descritas: la predilección por la traducción literaria, la elección de textos filosóficos destinados a introducir las ideas emancipadoras, la vinculación de la traducción a la labor pedagógica en las universidades nacientes y la libertad creadora del traductor. El mayor exponente de todos estos rasgos es, sin lugar a dudas, Andrés Bello (DV), escritor, pedagogo y diplomático, cuyas traducciones poéticas han recibido reconocimiento universal por su belleza y originalidad. Tradujo a Florián, Byron, Plauto, Víctor Hugo, A. Dumas, Boyardo, Virgilio, entre otros. Su versión de La prière pour tous, de Víctor Hugo¹, merece mención especial.

¹ Ver el interesante artículo de Alejandra Valero (2001).

Es de notar que Venezuela, por su situación geopolítica privilegiada, <ha sido la vía de penetración de las nuevas ideas renovadoras que, al final del siglo XVIII, iban a cuajar en el pensamiento que condujo a la independencia> (Grases, 1981:135). En este sentido, no podemos dejar de destacar la importancia del trabajo traductivo de Manuel García de Sena. Sus traducciones al español de algunos escritos de Tomas Paine y John M’Culloch y en especial de la Constitución de Estados Unidos, sirvieron como los <documentos de trabajo> de los primeiros constitucionalistas americanos.”

El grupo de investigación HISTAL de la Universidad de Montreal trabaja para profundizar ese aporte de Grases y tiene culminados trabajos sobre textos como la Carta a los españoles americanos, del abate Juan Pablo Viscardo y Guzmán

e) COLÔMBIA

De esta época, en Colombia sobresale, por su significado histórico, la traducción de la Declaración de los derechos del hombre y del ciudadano, de 1789, hecha por Antonio Nariño en 1794, y que le valió, por un lado, muchos años de prisión y exilio, pero, por otro, el título de primer traductor de tal Declaración en América. También se tiene conocimiento de que para la primera década del siglo XIX ya circulaban, en Bogotá, traducciones al español de la Constitución de Estados Unidos, pero la información sobre los traductores y la naturaleza de estas traducciones siguen en un desconocimiento total.”

siguen faltando estudios acerca de las traducciones de estos gigantes de la literatura a las otras lenguas y su recepción fuera de América Latina. (p. 18)

CONTEMPORANEIDADE

fue por el año de 1945 cuando aparece el primer programa universitario de formación para traductores (<públicos>) en Argentina. (…) el Departamento de Traducción de la Pontificia Universidad Católica de Chile (1971) y la Escuela de Idiomas Modernos de la Universidad Central de Venezuela (1974).”

Empieza finalmente el portugués a ocupar un lugar propio en la formación de traductores e intérpretes. Caso especial es la Escuela de Idiomas Modernos de la Universidad Central de Venezuela, donde se ofrece una licenciatura [bacharelado, em Português] de cinco años tanto en traducción como en interpretación (español más 2 idiomas extranjeros) en inglés, francés, alemán, italiano, ruso y portugués.”

En Buenos Aires se han organizado, con asistencia multitudinaria, varios Congresos Latinoamericanos de Traducción e Interpretación desde 1996. Igualmente se han celebrado dos grandes congresos internacionales en Perú.”

Varios países contemplan la categoría de traductores públicos o juramentados, nombrados o autorizados por el Estado para intervenir en actos judiciales. Sin embargo, la falta de reconocimiento oficial de la profesión en la totalidad del continente es el origen de una lucha gremial bastante intensa por parte de los traductores e intérpretes latinoamericanos. De allí el surgimiento, desde hace unos veinte años y prácticamente en todos los países de la región, de asociaciones gremiales compuestas por profesionales (con o sin título). Lamentablemente, hasta hoy, sólo algunas de estas agrupaciones han logrado cerrar filas; más bien se observa una proliferación de asociaciones con poco poder de convocatoria. Por ejemplo, un país como Venezuela llegó a contar hasta hace pocos años con cuatro asociaciones gremiales y una federación. Los dos únicos Colegios nacionales creados por ley en el continente son el Colegio de Traductores del Perú y el Colegio de traductores públicos del Uruguay. Mención especial merece el Colegio de Traductores Públicos de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires (CTPCBA) por su larga trayectoria, su intensa labor formadora y sus publicaciones. Varias de las asociaciones gremiales son miembros de la Federación Internacional de Traductores (FIT) (Argentina, Cuba, Chile, Guatemala, México, Panamá, Perú, Uruguay y Venezuela). En 2002, el XVI Congreso de la FIT aprobó la creación de su Centro Regional América Latina, con sede en Buenos Aires.”

ANACRÔNICO: “El Tratado de Libre Comercio de América del Norte (TLCAN) y la futura Área de Libre Comercio de las Américas (ALCA), en particular, generan un volumen considerable de traducciones.”

Institutos demais, profissionais qualificados de menos.

Miguel Teurbe Tolón (Cuba, 1820-1870), tal vez el primero en escribir una obra didáctica sobre la traducción: The elementar Spanish Reader and Translator (New York, 1852); Andrés Bello (Venezuela); Octavio Paz, Alfonso Reyes y Francisco Ayala (México); Miguel Antonio Caro (Colombia); Bartolomé Mitre y Jorge Luis Borges (Argentina). Además de traductor prolífico, Borges escribió varios artículos sobre la traducción, entre los cuales cabe resaltar Las traducciones de las Mil y una noches, en Historia de la eternidad, de 1942 (1971), y Versiones homéricas, en Discusión (1930). De manera general, tal vez esquemática, estos autores se caracterizan por una concepción de la traducción, sobre todo literaria, que pone de relieve la creatividad y libertad del traductor al servicio de su lector.”

MAIS:

Fossa – Los primeros intérpretes de los evangelizadores o el riesgo de poner la palabra de Dios en boca de los nativos

Madariaga – Vida del muy Magnífico Señor Don Cristóbal Colón, 1992.

Pino Iturrieta, Elías – La mentalidad venezolana de la emancipación (1810-1812), Caracas, Universidad Central de Venezuela, 1971.

EMÍLIO ou POR QUE LIVROS SÃO UMA PORCARIA ou ainda POR QUE EU ODEIO AS MULHERES

8 de julho de 2015

DIC: dupe – trouxa, mané

PREFÁCIO DO TRADUTOR INGLÊS WILLIAM PAYNE – 18/06/1892 [!]

Não é provável que duas pessoas igualmente competentes concordariam completamente sobre uma lista de méritos entre os escritores educacionais, mas eu me aventuraria a enumerar os seguintes como os MAIORES CLÁSSICOS EM EDUCAÇÃO do mundo: a República de Platão, Política de Aristóteles, as 2 Morais de Plutarco, Instituições de Quintiliano, Didactica Magna de Comenius, Levana de Richter, How Gertrude Teaches Her Children de Pestaiozzi, Education of Man de Froebel, Filosofia da Educação de Rosenkranz, Gargantua de Rabelais, Ensaios de Montaigne, o Emílio de Rousseau, Posições de Mulcaster, Schoolmaster de Ascham, Pensamentos (…) de Locke, Educação de Spencer. Dessa lista de clássicos educacionais, os três livros que mais merecem essa preeminência são A República, o Emílio e Educação (Spencer); e se uma redução a mais tivesse de ser feita, designaria o E. de R. como o maior clássico educacional do mundo.” “we are justified in saying of the Émile what R. himself said of the Republic, <C’est le plus beau traité d’éducation qu’on a jamais fait>.” “As obras-pais são o Discurso sobre a Desigualdade e o Contrato Social. Nesses trabalhos a teoria de Rousseau é a de que o homem é naturalmente bom, mas foi depravado pela sociedade, e o único jeito de se reformar é retornar à natureza. O Emílio é o desenvolvimento dessa teoria, e é o monumento mais completo da filosofia de R.” “Às vezes a educação se torna quase totalmente <livresca>, devotada ao estudo dos livros e palavras em vez das coisas, e em outros momentos ela se torna principalmente literária ou humanística, até a negligência do estudo da matéria. Os registros do pensamento humano, do sentimento e das conquistas formam um termo do contraste, enquanto que a matéria e seus fenômenos, sob a alcunha de Natureza, constituem o outro pólo.” “Provavelmente a maioria dos homens sente às vezes esse instinto reverter para o estado de natureza, mas em R. esse instinto era uma paixão dominante. Em sua vida precoce esse instinto induziu a uma espécie de vagabundagem que o conduziu a longas caminhadas a pé pela Itália; e na vida tardia essa paixão achou satisfação no Eremitério de Montmorency, e finalmente em Ermenonville.” O Monge Peregrino

O Emílio pode ser chamado um romance educacional, seguindo o estilo da Cyropaedia ou do Gargantua, e sua forma pode ter sido sugerida por essas obras, ou bem possível que por aquele romance político incomparável…” “Nessa busca genérica e totalizante devemos dizer que R. estava em companhia respeitável, senão ilustre. Platão escreveu sua República, Harrington sua Oceana, More sua Utopia, Sidney sua Arcadia, e Hobbes seu Leviatã, cada um para expressar sua falta de satisfação com as coisas como existiam, e para achar gratificação na construção ideal de um mundo escorado em melhores princípios. Em todas essas criações há algum elemento de verdade perene, algo de que as sucessivas gerações precisam ser lembradas para manter o mundo, ou fazer do mundo, uma habitação deleitável para a raça.”

Veja os incontáveis dispositivos e máquinas para ensinar uma criança a ler! Que bando de geringonças inúteis! Crie-se na criança o desejo de ler, e todo esse aparato não serve para nada; o processo se simplifica o máximo, e a criança não poderá ser contida ou impedida de aprender.”

Boyhood follows childhood, and manhood, in turn, succeeds boyhood.” “um velho erro, que consistia em ou ignorar os direitos da infância como um todo ou prescrever o mesmo tratamento para crianças e homens indistintamente.” “os métodos infantis ganharam uma ascendência que não só é daninha às crianças como também para os adultos, já que os métodos infantis foram transportados para as universidades.” “Em nossos esforços para fazer da educação progressiva ela se tornou estacionária, e mesmo retrógrada. A reforma de Jean-Jacques [foi realmente adotada, mas] foi levada longe demais.” “Seu pensamento é de que, tanto quanto possível, a mente da criança deve ser mantida uma tabula rasa até a idade de 12, mas com toda a sua capacidade desenvolvida e preparada quando o sinal para se começar o trabalho de aquisição soar, sem prepossessão ou preconceito, o que a manteria equilibrada e independente.”

Foi relatado que uma vez um naturalista descobriu numa mina o que parecia uma nova espécie de planta, mas quando transplantada para a superfície ela se revelou a common tansy [flor amarela da ordem das “daisies”, margaridas] – um habitat anormal havia alterado sua aparência a ponto de ser impossível reconhecê-la.”

R. merece nossos aplausos quando desaconselha a seleção de uma intelectual para esposa, mas Sophie se parece demais com sua Teresa para merecer sequer nosso respeito.”

Que outro livro chamou tanto a atenção das mães para seu senso de dever com tamanhos paixão e efeito? O Emílio fez do ministério da sala de aula tão sagrado quanto o ministério do altar; e ao desvelar os mistérios de sua arte e desvendar o segredo de seu poder, fez do ofício de professor algo honrado e respeitado.”

O EMÍLIO PROPRIAMENTE DITO

Sou continuamente admoestado a propor aquilo que seja praticável! Isso é equivalente a dizer: <Proponha que se faça aquilo que está sendo feito!>, ou ao menos, <Proponha algo bom que seja compatível com a ruindade existente!>”

As pessoas lamentam a sorte das crianças; não vêem que a raça humana teria perecido se o homem não começasse por ser uma criança.” “quem pode esperar ter todo o controle sobre as conversas e atos que circundam uma criança?”

Por medo de que o corpo seja deformado por movimentos livres, nós nos apressamos a deformá-lo submetendo-o a uma prensa. Torná-lo-íamos deliberadamente impotente a fim de prevenir que fosse um corpo aleijado!”

They cry because of the wrong you do them.” “A free child must have ceaseless care, but when he is securely tied we may toss him into a corner and pay no heed to his cries.” “what a barbarous precaution it is to prolong the weakness of children at the expense of fatigue that must be suffered in later life.” “Suffering is the lot of man at every period of life.”

Augustus, the master of the world which he has conquered and which he governed, himself taught his grandsons to write and to swim”

Les Confessions, livro autobiográfico de R. em que ele expõe suas falhas como pai.

I will merely observe, contrary to the ordinary opinion, that the tutor of a child ought to be young – just as young as a man can be and be wise. Were it possible, I would have him a child, so that he might become a companion to his pupil and secure his confidence by taking part in his amusements. There are not things enough in common between infancy and mature years, so that there comes to be formed at that distance a really solid attachment. Children sometimes flatter old people, but they never love them.“There is a great difference, I assure you, between following a young man 4 years and conducting him 25. You give your son a tutor when he is already grown; but I would have him have one before he is born. Your man can take another pupil every 4 years; but mine shall never have but one.”

it is less reasonable to educate a poor man for becoming rich, than to educate a rich man for becoming poor.”

Aquele que se incumbe de um aluno doentio e abalável troca sua função de tutor pela de uma enfermeira; ao tratar de uma vida inútil, ele perde o tempo que seria destinado à aumentação de seu valor; e ainda corre o risco de ver uma mãe chorosa reprová-lo algum dia pela morte de um filho que ele manteve longamente vivo para ela.

Eu não me incumbiria de uma criança doente e debilitada, fosse para ele viver 80 anos. Não quero um aluno sempre inútil para si mesmo e para os outros, cuja única ocupação é manter-se vivo, e cujo corpo é um embaraço para a educação da alma. O que eu realizaria com cuidados milimétricos sem propósito, a não ser dobrar a perda para a sociedade ao roubar-lhe dois homens em detrimento de um? Se alguém fosse tomar o meu lugar e se devotar a esse inválido, não teria objeção, e aprovaria sua caridade; mas meu próprio talento não corre nessa linha.” “Não sei de que doença os médicos nos curam, mas sei que eles nos dão algumas bem fatais – covardia, pusilanimidade, credulidade, e medo da morte. Se curam o corpo, destroem a coragem. Que conseqüência se nos apresenta que façam corpos mortos caminhar? Do que precisamos é de homens, e não os vemos advir de suas mãos.” “O sábio Locke, que devotou parte de sua vida ao estudo da medicina, recomendava fortemente que crianças não fossem acompanhadas por médicos; nem por precaução e nem para cuidados triviais.” “A única parte útil da medicina é a higiene; e a higiene é menos uma ciência que uma virtude. Temperança e trabalho são os dois reais médicos do homem; o trabalho afia seu apetite, e a temperança previne-o de abusar-lhe.”

homens amontoados juntos como ovelhas pereceriam dentro em pouco. O bafo do homem é fatal para seus convivas; isso não é menos verdade literalmente que figurativamente. Cidades são os túmulos da espécie humana.”

Crianças devem ser banhadas freqüentemente; e na proporção que ganham força a quentura da água deve ser gradualmente arrefecida, até, finalmente, inverno e verão, elas tomarem banho em água fria, e mesmo em água a ponto de congelar. Como, para não expor sua saúde, essa redução de temperatura deve ser lenta, sucessiva e insensível, um termômetro terá de ser empregado com o fito de medições exatas.” “Ao manter-se as crianças vestidas e entre 4 paredes, nas cidades, elas sufocam.” “Crianças criadas em casas muito arrumadas em que aranhas não são toleradas têm medo de aranhas, e em muitos casos esse medo permanece depois de crescidas. Nunca vi camponeses, seja homem, mulher, ou criança, com medo de aranha.”

Uma criança quer desarranjar tudo que vê; ela quebra e danifica tudo que alcançar; segura um pássaro como seguraria uma pedra, e o estrangula sem saber o que faz.”

Orgulhar-se de não ter sotaque é orgulhar-se de retirar às sentenças sua graça e força.” “O sotaque mente menos que a fala, e é talvez por essa razão que pessoas cultivadas o temam tanto.”

First he would have your cane [bengala], presently your watch, next the bird which he sees flying in the air, and finally the stars which he sees glittering in the heavens – in a word, he would have everything he sees; and, short of being God himself, how is he to be satisfied?”

Do not give your pupil any sort of verbal lesson, for he is to be taught only by experience. Inflict on him no species of punishment, for he does not know what it is to be in fault. Never make him ask your pardon, for he does not know how to offend you.”

Two pupils from the city will do more mischief in the country than the youth of a whole village.” “To know good and evil, and to understand the reason of human duties, is not the business of a child.”

P. 68 (PDF): “Nothing is more difficult than to distinguish, in infancy, real stupidity from that apparent and deceptive stupidity which is the indication of strong characters. It seems strange, at first sight, that the two extremes should have the same signs, and yet this must needs be so; for, at an age when the man has as yet no real ideas, all the difference that exists between him who has genius and him who has it not, is that the latter gives admittance only to false ideas, while the former, finding no others, gives admittance to none. (…) During his infancy the younger Cato seemed an imbecile in the family. He was taciturn and obstinate, and this was all the judgment that was formed of him. It was only in the antechamber of Sylla that his uncle learned to know him. (…) If Caesar had not lived, perhaps men would always have treated as a visionary that very Cato who penetrated his baleful [doloroso] genius, and foresaw all his projects from afar.”

You are alarmed at seeing him consume his early years in doing nothing! Really! Is it nothing to be happy? Is it nothing to jump, play, and run, all the day long? In no other part of his life will he be so busy.”

What would you think of a man who, in order to turn his whole life to profitable account, would never take time to sleep? You will say that he is a man out of his senses; that he does not make use of his time but deprives himself of it; and that to fly from sleep is to run toward death.” Ro(u)be novo sono

It will seem surprising to some that I include the study of languages among the inutilities of education; but it will be recollected that I am speaking here only of primary studies; and that, whatever may be thought of it, I do not believe that, up to the age of twelve or fifteen years, any child, prodigies excepted, has ever really learned two languages.” “The spirit of each language has its peculiar form, and this difference is doubtless partly the cause and partly the effect of national characteristics. This conjecture seems to be confirmed by the fact that, among all the nations of the earth, language follows the vicissitudes of manners, and is preserved pure or is corrupted just as they are.” Saussure diria que todas as nações da Terra estão corrompidas e depravadas, segundo este raciocínio.

Nevertheless, we are told that he learns to speak several. This I deny. I have seen such little prodigies that thought they were speaking five or six languages. I have heard them speak German in terms of Latin, French, and Italian, respectively. In fact, they used five or six vocabularies, but they spoke nothing but German. In a word, give children as many synonyms as you please, and you will change the words they utter, but not the language; they will never know but one. § It is to conceal their inaptitude in this respect that they are drilled by preference on dead languages, since there are no longer judges of those who may be called to testify. The familiar use of these languages having for a long time been lost, we are content to imitate the remains of them which we find written in books; and this is what we call speaking them.”

I dare assert that, after studying cosmography and the sphere for two years, there is not a single child of ten who, by the rules which have been given him, can go from Paris to Saint Denis.”

P. 77: A história da morte de Alexandre, que se envenenou em honra da amizade com um famoso médico, Felipe. Felipe havia sido ordenado a envenenar Alexandre.

Émile shall never learn anything by heart, not even fables, and not even those of La Fontaine, artless and charming as they are; for the words of fables are no more fables than the words of history are history. (…) Fables may instruct men, but children must be told the bare truth § All children are made to learn the fables of La Fontaine, but there is not one of them who understands them. Even if they were to understand them it would be still worse; for the moral in them is so confused, and so out of proportion to their age, that it would incline them to vice rather than to virtue.” “in the fable of the Ant and the Cricket you fancy you are giving them the cricket for an example, but you are greatly mistaken: it is the ant that they will choose. No one likes to be humiliated.”

Reading is the scourge of infancy, and almost the sole occupation which we know how to give them. At the age of twelve, Émile will hardly know what a book is. But I shall be told that it is very necessary that he know how to read.” “Through what wonder-working has an art so useful and so agreeable become a torment to infancy? It is because children have been constrained to apply themselves to it against their wills, and because it has been turned to uses which they do not at all comprehend.” “Shall I speak at present of writing? No; I am ashamed to spend my time with such nonsense in a treatise on education.”

What need has he of learning to foretell rain? He knows that you observe the clouds for him.”

At eighteen, we learn from physics what a lever is; but there is no little peasant of twelve who does not know how to use a lever better than the first mechanician of the Academy.”

Our first teachers of philosophy are our feet, our hands, and our eyes. To substitute books for all these is not to teach us to reason, but to teach us to use the reason of others”

The limbs of a growing child should have plenty of room in their clothing. Nothing should impede their movements or their growth; nothing should fit so closely as to pinion the body. French dress, uncomfortable and unhealthy for men, is especially injurious for children.” “A better plan is to let them wear short skirts for as long a time as possible, then to give them a very loose dress, and to take no pride in showing off their form, a thing which serves only to deform it. Almost all their defects of body and mind come from the same cause: we wish to make men of them before their time.” “There should be little or no head-dress at any time of the year. The ancient Egyptians always went bareheaded, while the Persians covered the head with high tiaras, and they still wear high turbans, whose use, according to Chardin, is made necessary by the climate of the country.”

In the midst of the manly and sensible precepts which Locke gives us, he falls into contradictions which we should not expect from so exact a reasoner. This very man, who would have children in summer bathe in cold water, would not have them drink cool water when they are warm, nor lie down on the ground in damp places. As if little peasants selected very dry ground on which to sit or to lie, and as if one had ever heard say that the dampness of the earth had ever made one of them ill! To hear the doctors on this subject, one would fancy that all savages are impotent with rheumatism.

(*) “All this may be very well for savages, but if any enthusiastic disciple of Rousseau or of Locke should apply this hardening process to the children of civilized parents, the result would be like that which followed Peter the Great’s attempt to habituate his naval cadets to drinking sea-water. See Compayré, History of Pedagogy, English tr., p. 198.” Payne

Children require a long period of sleep, because their physical activity is extreme. One serves as a corrective for the other, and we thus see that they have need of both. Night is the season for repose, as is indicated by Nature.” “Whence it follows that in our climate, as a general rule, men and animals need to sleep longer in winter than in summer.” “No bed is hard for one who falls asleep the moment he lies down.” Professor cruel: “I shall sometimes awaken Émile, less from the fear that he may form the habit of sleeping too long than for the purpose of accustoming him to everything, even to being abruptly awakened. Besides, I should be poorly qualified for my employment if I could not force him to awaken of himself, and to get up, so to speak, at my command, without my saying a single word to him.”

Children should have many sports by night. This advice is more important than it seems. The night naturally frightens men, and sometimes animals. Reason, knowledge, intelligence, courage, relieve but few people from paying this tribute. I have seen logicians, strong minded men, philosophers, and soldiers, who were intrepid by day, tremble at night like women at the rustling of a leaf. We attribute this affright to the tales told by nurses, but we are mistaken; it has a natural cause. What is this cause? The same which makes the deaf distrustful and the people superstitious ignorance of the things which surround us and of what takes place about us.”

Let Émile spend his mornings in running barefoot in all seasons around his chamber, up and down stairs, and through the garden. Far from scolding him for this, I shall imitate him; only I shall take care to remove broken glass.”

As the sight is the sense which is the most intimately connected with the judgments of the mind, it requires a long time to learn to see. Sight must have been compared with touch for a long time in order to accustom the first of these two senses to make a faithful report of forms and distances; without the sense of touch, without progressive movement, the most piercing eyes in the world could not give us an idea of extension. To the oyster, the entire universe must appear only as a mere point; and were this oyster to be informed by a human soul, the world would seem nothing more. It is only by walking, feeling, numbering, and measuring dimensions that we learn to estimate them; but also, if we were always measuring, the eye, reposing on the instrument, would acquire no accuracy.”

Children, who are great imitators, all try their hand at drawing. I would have my pupil cultivate this art, not exactly for the art itself, but for rendering the eye accurate and the hand flexible; and, in general, it is of very little consequence that he understand such or such an exercise, provided he acquire the perspicacity of sense, and the correct habit of body, which are gained from that exercise. I shall take great care, therefore, not to give him a drawing-master who will give him only imitations to imitate, and will make him draw only from drawings.” In holding the pencil, I should follow his example; and at first I shall use it as awkwardly as he does.” “I shall begin by tracing a man just as lackeys [alunos] trace them on walls a stroke for each arm, a stroke for each leg, and the fingers larger than the arms. After a very long time we shall both take note of this disproportion; we shall observe that a leg has thickness, and that this thickness is not the same throughout”

O bom quadro não precisa de moldura?

I have said that geometry is not within the comprehension of children; but this is our fault. We do not perceive that their method is not ours, and that what becomes for us the art of reasoning ought to be for them only the art of seeing. Instead of giving them our method, it would be better for us to borrow theirs; for our way of learning geometry is as much a matter of imagination as of reasoning.” instead of using a compass to trace a circle, I will trace it with a point at the end of a thread turning about a centre. After this, when I would compare the radii of a circle, Émile will laugh at me, and will give me to understand that the same thread, while stretched tight, can not have traced unequal distances.”

(*) “No experimental process can ever establish the general truth that the sum of the three angles of a triangle is equal to two right angles. We should not confound <geometrical recreations> with geometrical science.”

I have sometimes asked why we do not offer children the same games of skill which men have, such as tennis, fives, billiards, bow and arrow, foot-ball, and musical instruments.” We always play games indolently in which we can be unskillful without risk. A falling shuttle-cock does harm to no one; but nothing invigorates the arms like having to protect the head with them, and nothing makes the sight so accurate as having to protect the eyes from blows.”

A perfect music is that which best unites these three voices. Children are incapable of this music, and their singing never has soul. So also, in the speaking voice, their language has no accent; they cry, but they do not modulate; and as there is little accent in their conversation, there is little energy in their voice. The speech of our pupil will be more uniform and still more simple, because his passions, not yet being awakened, will not mingle their language with his own. Therefore, do not make him recite parts in tragedy, or in comedy, nor attempt to teach him, as the phrase is, to declaim.

Moreover, in order to know music well, it does not suffice to render it; it is necessary to compose it, and one should be learned along with the other, for except in this way music is never very well learned.”

The farther the father fades…

For myself I would say, on the contrary, that it is only the French who do not know how to eat, since such a peculiar art is required in order to render their food palatable.” “Gluttony is the vice of natures which have no substance in them. The soul of a glutton is all in his palate – he is made only for eating; in his stupid incapacity, he is himself only at table, he is able to judge only of dishes. Leave him to this employment without regret; both for ourselves and for him, this employment is better for him than any other.” “The child thinks of nothing but eating; but in adolescence we no longer think of it; for everything tastes good, and we have many other things to occupy our thoughts.”

The clock strikes, and what a change! In a moment his eye grows dull and his mirth ceases; adieu to joy, adieu to frolicsome sports. A stern and angry man takes him by the hand, says to him gravely, <Come on, sir!> and leads him away. In the room which they enter I discover books. Books! What cheerless furniture for one of his age! The poor child allows himself to be led away, turns a regretful eye on all that surrounds him, holds his peace as he goes, his eyes are swollen with tears which he dares not shed, and his heart heavy with sighs which he dares not utter.”

His face, which has not been glued down to books, does not rest on his stomach, and there is no need of telling him to hold up his head.”

A teacher thinks of his own interest rather than that of his pupil. He endeavors to prove that he does not waste his time, and that he earns the money which is paid him; and so he furnishes the child with acquisitions capable of easy display, and which can be exhibited at will. Provided it can easily be seen, it matters not whether what he learns is useful.”

É contado que Alexandre O Grande, em sua infância, fôra o único a conseguir cavalgar o cavalo irado Bucéfalo. Ele descobriu que Bucéfalo nada temia, a não ser a própria sombra, e com a descoberta da causa veio a descoberta do remédio… Gata, eu quero cavalgar no seu bucéfalo!

Oh, but the human race is so easy to get lost, ‘cause there are monkeys who can surpass the negroes!

I receive pay for my tricks, not for my lessons.”

All this parade of instruments and machines displeases me. The scientific atmosphere kills science. All these machines either frighten the child, or their appearance divides and absorbs the attention which he owes to their effects.”

By collecting machines about us we no longer find them within ourselves.” O homemtécnica de Ráidega

Instead of making a child stick to his books, if I employ him in a workshop, his hands labor to the profit of his mind; he becomes a philosopher, but fancies he is only a workman.”

those multitudes of foolish and tiresome questions with which children weary all those who are about them, without respite and without profit, more to exercise over them some sort of domination than to derive any advantage from them.” Por quê?

Things! things! I shall never repeat often enough that we give too much power to words. With our babbling education we make nothing but babblers.”

I have often observed that in the learned instructions which we give to children we think less of making ourselves heard by them than by the grand personages who are present. I am very certain of what I have now said, for I have observed this very thing of myself.”

a man of his stature is buried in bushes.”

do you think that I should fail to weep if I could dine on my tears?”

O adolescente de 15 anos de Rousseau se comporta como nossa criança de 10 anos, talvez de 8.

I hate books; they merely teach us to talk of what we do not know.” (*) “Pestalozzi and even Plato affected a contempt for books: yet they were prolific authors, and owe their immortality to their writings. There are modern instances of this self-inflicted and unconscious satire of writing books to prove that books are useless!Se eu ao menos pudesse falar de tudo que não sei… Heil, Hitler!

my despite for sea ribes

(*) “Rousseau owed many of his ideas to the greater writers of ancient and modern times; but the source of his inspiration was Robinson Crusoé.”

Whatever men have made, men may destroy; there are no ineffaceable characters save those which Nature impresses, and Nature makes neither princes, nor millionaires, nor lords.”

I see that he owes his existence solely to his crown, and that if he were not king he would be nothing at all. But he who loses his crown and does without it, is then superior to it. From the rank of king, which a craven, a villain, or a madman might occupy as well, he ascends to the state of man which so few men know how to fill.”

UMA LIÇÃO PARA O DIOGO (EMBORA R. ESTEJA ERRADO): “<But,> you say, <my father served society while gaining this property.> Be it so; he has paid his own debt, but not yours. You owe more to others than as though you were born without property; you were favored in your birth. It is not just that what one man has done for society should release another from what he owes it; for each one, owing his entire self, can pay only for himself, and no father can transmit to his son the right of being useless to his fellows; yet that is what he does, according to you, in leaving him his riches, which are the proof and reward of labor.” Outside of society, an isolated man, owing nothing to any one, has a right to live as he pleases; but in society, where he necessarily lives at the expense of others, he owes them in labor the price of his support; to this there is no exception. To work, then, is a duty indispensable to social man. Rich or poor, powerful or weak, every idle citizen is a knave.”

I insist absolutely that Émile shall learn a trade. <An honorable trade, at least,> you will say. What does this term mean? Is not every trade honorable that is useful to the public? I do not want him to be an embroiderer, a gilder, or a varnisher, like Locke’s gentleman; neither do I want him to be a musician, a comedian, or a writer of books.*

* <You yourself are one,> some one will say. I am, to my sorrow, I acknowledge; and my faults, which I think I have sufficiently expiated, are no reasons why others should have similar ones. I do not write to excuse my faults, but to prevent my readers from imitating them.” A diligência chegou tarde, Rousseau! Eu sou outro você! Vamos salvar, juntos, a próxima geração?! Hmm, pouco provável… Eles estão ocupados demais jogando League of Legends para nos LER… Mas eis aí um progresso, quem sabe!

I would rather have him a cobbler [sapateiro; torta de fruta!] than a poet; I would rather have him pave the highways than to decorate china [porcelana].”

masonlayer

brickmason

brickmayor

fortressmason

musclelayer

masonslayer

brutemason

cobblermaker

shoecobbler

The great secret of education is to make the exercises of the body and of the mind always serve as a recreation for each other.”

Músculos doem, porque exagerei. Pensando no futuro de Rastignac e Mademoiselle Taillefer eu relaxo a postura, mas enervo e franzo minha fronte. Logo quererei caminhar, fazer uma promenade pelas aléias, en bouleversant le boulevard.

Émile has only natural and purely physical knowledge. He does not know even the name of history, nor what metaphysics and ethics are.”

At first we do not know how to live; soon we are no longer able to live; and in the interval which separates these two useless extremities three quarters of the time which remains to us is consumed in sleep, in labor, in suffering, in constraint, in troubles of every description.”

and whatever God wishes a man to do he does not cause it to be told to him by another man, but he says it to him himself, he writes it in the depths of his heart.”

À Tharsila na terapia:

Lembrei de você ao ler este trecho de Rousseau – Emílio, em que o autor elabora sucintamente seu conceito de “amor de si” em contraposição a “amor-próprio”. Vemos que talvez existam tantos conceitos de amor-próprio ou “auto-estima” quantas forem as cabeças!

[Voltei a trabalhar hoje, chego e não tenho conexão com a Internet nem mouse que funcione; tento resolver o problema e no começo (ou: até o momento) ninguém sabe o que houve… isso que eu chamo de pátria educadora!… Hehe, portanto, assim que voltar a me conectar ao mundo estarei enviando esse fragmento… acho que terei tempo de sobra para traduzir o trecho se você desejar (não sei seu nível de conhecimento do Inglês)… PS: o trecho após o asterisco, do próprio punho do Rousseau, parece ter sido feito sob encomenda para mim nas nossas sessões – vira-e-mexe parece que estou lendo justamente o que devia ler no momento em que estou lendo!]

The love of self (amour de soi), which regards only ourselves, is content when our real needs are satisfied; but self-love (amour-propre), which makes comparisons, is never satisfied, and could not be, because this feeling, by preferring ourselves to others, also requires that others prefer ourselves to them – a thing which is impossible.* (…) Thus, that which makes man essentially good is to have few needs and to compare himself but little with others; while that which makes him essentially bad is to have many needs and to pay great deference to opinion.

(*) Rousseau distinguishes love of self (amour de soi) from self-love (amour-propre). The first feeling is directed toward simple well-being, has no reference whatever to others, and is unselfish. The second feeling, on the contrary, leads the individual to compare himself with others, and sometimes to seek his own advantage at their expense. Our term self-love includes both meanings.”

The instructions of nature are tardy and slow, while those of men are almost always premature. In the first case, the senses arouse the imagination; and in the second, the imagination arouses the senses and gives them a precocious activity which can not fail to enervate and enfeeble, first the individual, and then, in the course of time, the species itself. [O MITO DA BESTA-LOIRA PUDICA NA GELEIRA:] A more general and a more trustworthy observation than that of the effect of climate is that puberty and sexual power always come earlier among educated and refined people than among ignorant and barbarous people [o mal da república tropical!].Explicação: a educação moderna, ao consistir num elevamento da censura, instiga a curiosidade no “pré-jovem”, tendo um efeito inverso e perverso em seu desenvolvimento físico e mental!

and if you are not sure of keeping him in ignorance of the difference of the sexes up to his sixteenth year, take care that he learn it before the age of ten.”

Modesty is born only with the knowledge of evil”

Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.”

There is a certain artlessness of language which becomes innocence and is pleasing to it; this is the true tone which turns aside a child from a dangerous curiosity.”

giggling governesses address conversation to them at 4 years which the most shameless would not dare to hold at 15. These nurses soon forget what they have said, but the children never forget what they have heard. Licentious conversation leads to dissolute manners; a vile servant makes a child debauched”

show them only pictures which are touching but modest, which move without seducing” A internet agradece.

Thucydides, in my opinion, is the true model for historians.” “The good Herodotus, without portraits, without maxims, but flowing, artless, and full of details the most capable of interesting and pleasing, would perhaps be the best of historians if these very details did not often degenerate into puerile simplicities, better adapted to spoil the taste of youth than to form it. Discernment is already necessary for reading him.” “We often find in a battle gained or lost the reason of a revolution which, even before that battle, had become inevitable.” “The fury of systems having taken possession of them all, nobody attempts to see things as they are, but only so far as they are in accord with his system.”

avoid a void

<The writers of lives who please me most,> says Montaigne, <are those who take more pleasure in counsels than in events, more in what proceeds from within than in what comes from without; and this is why in all respects my man is Plutarch.>”

There is no folly, save vanity, of which we can not cure a man who is not a fool.”

The lesson which revolts does not profit. I know nothing more stupid than this saying, I told you so.” “But if to his chagrin you add reproaches, he will hate you, and will make it a law no longer to listen to you, as though to prove to you that he does not think as you do on the importance of your advice.” “In saying to him, for example, that a thousand others have committed the same faults, you will place him far above his own reckoning; you will correct him by not seeming to pity him; for, to one who believes he is of more account than other men, it is a very mortifying excuse to be consoled by their example”

muskox buttocks buckocks

apprentiSAGE

properly prospering

Through what strange turn of mind is it that we are taught so many useless things, while the art of self-conduct counts for nothing? It is asserted that we are trained for society, and yet we are taught as though each of us was to spend his life in thinking alone in his cell, or in discussing idle questions with the indifferent. You fancy you are teaching your pupils to live by teaching them certain contortions of the body and certain verbal formula which have no significance. (…) The laws do not permit young men to transact their own business and to dispose of their own property; but of what use would these precautions be to them if up to the prescribed age they could acquire no experience? They would have gained nothing by waiting, and would be just as inexperienced at 25 as at 15.

a man superior to others, but not able to raise them to his level, to know how to condescend to theirs!”

Without having experienced the human passions, he knows their illusions and their manner of acting.”

Locke would have us begin with the study of mind, and pass thence to the study of the body. This is the method of superstition, of prejudice, and of error, but not that of reason, nor even of well-ordered nature; it is to close one’s eyes in order to learn how to see. We must have studied the body for a long time in order to form a correct notion of mind and to suspect that it exists. The contrary order serves only to establish materialism.”

<I would much prefer,> says the good Plutarch, <that one should believe there is no Plutarch in existence, than to say that Plutarch is unjust, envious, jealous, and so tyrannical as to exact more than he gives power to perform.>”

If I dissimulate and pretend to see nothing, he takes advantage of my weakness; thinking that he deceives me, he holds me in contempt, and I am the accomplice of his ruin. If I attempt to hold him back, the time for it is passed, and he no longer listens to me. I become disagreeable to him, odious, unendurable, and he will not be likely to lose any time in getting rid of me.”

Young men who are found wise on these subjects, without knowing how they became so, have never gained their wisdom with impunity.”

But why does the child choose secret confidants? Always through the tyranny of those who govern him. Why should he conceal himself from them if he were not forced to do so? Why should he complain of them if he had no subject of complaint? Naturally they are his first confidants; and we see from the eagerness with which he comes to tell them what he thinks, that he believes that he has only half thought it until he has told them. Consider that, if the child fears neither lecture nor reprimand on your part, he will always tell you everything; and that no one will dare confide anything to him which he ought to conceal from you, if he is very sure that he will conceal nothing from you.” “but if he becomes more timid and more reserved, and I perceive in his conversation the first embarassment from shame, the instinct is already developing itself, and the idea of evil is already beginning to be associated with it.” O engraçado é que isso está no capítulo dos 15 aos 20 anos, quando deveria estar no capítulo dos 7 anos de idade.

Drama queen Rousseau: “Reading, solitude, idleness, an aimless and sedentary life, intercourse with young men and women, these are the paths dangerous to open to one of his age, and which ceaselessly keep him alongside of peril.”

When the hands are fully occupied, the imagination is in repose; when the body is very weary, the heart does not become excited.”

If hunting is ever an innocent pleasure, if it is ever fitting for a man, it is now that we must have recourse to it.”

Diana has been represented as the enemy of love, and the allegory is very appropriate. The languors of love spring only from a pleasing repose; violent exercise suppresses tender emotions.” Deixa eu correr pra você, gata! 

MONTESQUIEU APLICADO ÀS PULSÕES (“Só a paixão freia a paixão”): We have no hold on the passions save through the passions; it is through their empire that we must make war on their tyranny, and it is always from Nature herself that we must draw the instruments proper for controlling her.”

Give me a child of 12 years who knows nothing at all, and at 15 I will guarantee to make him as wise as he whom you have instructed from infancy”

Whoever has passed all his youth at a distance from cultivated society will maintain there for the rest of his life an air of embarrassment and restraint, a style of conversation that is always inappropriate, and dull and awkward manners which the habit of living there no longer corrects, and which become only the more ridiculous by the effort to escape from them.”

What is real love itself, if not a dream, a fiction, an illusion? We love the picture which we form much more than the object to which we apply it. If we saw what we love exactly as it is, there would no longer be any love in the world. When we cease to love, the person whom we loved remains the same as before, but we no longer see her the same. The veil of delusion falls, and love vanishes.” “Sophie is so modest! How will he view their advances? Sophie has such simplicity! How will he love their airs?”

You can not imagine how Émile, at the age of twenty, can be docile. How different our ideas are! As for me, I can not conceive how he could be docile at ten; for what hold had I on him at that age? It cost me the cares of fifteen years to secure that hold. (…) I grant to him, it is true, the appearance of independence; but he was never in more complete subjection, for his obedience is the result of his will.” “He sets too little value on the judgments of men to incur their prejudices, and is not at all anxious to be esteemed before being known.” But he would like to be known. And does not know exactly how. What to do with his know-how.

Just the contrary. If, alone, he takes no account whatever of other men, does it follow that he should take no account of them while living with them?”

Era uma vez o gentil Emílio no ônibus: “He indicates no preference for them over himself in his manners, because he does not prefer them in his heart; but, on the other hand, he does not treat them with an indifference which he is very far from feeling; if he has not the formalities of politeness, he has the active instincts of humanity. He does not love to see any one suffer. He will not offer his place to another through affectation, but will yield it to him voluntarily through goodness of heart, if, seeing him neglected, he thinks that this neglect mortifies him; for it will cost my young man less to remain standing voluntarily than to see the other remain standing by compulsion.”

Generally speaking, people who know little speak much, and people who know much speak little.” D*** “not for the sake of seeming well informed in social usages, nor to affect the airs of a polished gentleman, but, on the contrary, for the sake of escaping notice, for fear that he may be observed; and he is never more at ease than when no one is paying attention to him.” “Although, on entering society, he is in absolute ignorance of its usages, he is not, on this account timid and nervous. If he keeps in the background, it is not through embarrassment, but because in order to see well, he must not be seen; for he is hardly disturbed by what people think of him, and ridicule does not cause him the least fear.”

SÍNDROME DE GON: “Émile will be, if you please, an amiable foreigner, and at first his peculiarities will be pardoned by saying: <He will outgrow all that!> In the end, people will become perfectly accustomed to his manners, and, seeing that he does not change them, he will again be pardoned for them by saying: <He was made so!>” “He will not be fêted in society as a popular man, but people will love him without knowing why.” “He aims neither at eccentricity nor brilliancy. Émile is a man of good sense, and wishes to be nothing else”

In running he would be the fleetest, in a contest the strongest, in work the most clever, and in games of skill the most dexterous; but he will care little for advantages which are not clear in themselves, but which need to be established by the judgment of others as of having more genius than another, of being a better talker, of being more learned, etc.; still less those which become no one, as of being better born, of being thought richer”

he philosophizes on the principles of taste, and this is the study that is proper for him during this period.” “taste is corrupted by an excessive delicacy, which makes us sensitive to things which the most of mankind do not perceive. (…) In disputes as to the preference, philosophy and learning are exhausted (…) At this moment there is perhaps no civilized place on the globe where the general taste is as bad as in Paris. And yet it is in this capital that good taste is cultivated; and there appear but few books esteemed in Europe whose author was not trained in Paris. Those who think it suffices to read the books which are written there are deceived, we learn much more from the conversation of authors than from their books (…) If you have a spark of genius, come and spend a year in Paris; you will soon be all you are capable of being, or you will never be anything.”

It is of little account to learn languages for themselves, for their use is not so important as we think; but the study of language leads to the study of general grammar. We must learn Latin in order to know French well; and we must study and compare both in order to understand the rules of the art of speaking.”

There is, moreover, a certain simplicity of taste which penetrates the heart and which is found only in the writings of the ancients. In oratory, in poetry, in every species of literature, he will find them, just as in history, abundant in matter and sober in judgment. Our authors, on the contrary, say little and talk much. To be ever giving their judgment for law is not the means of forming our own. The difference between the two tastes is visible on monuments, and even on tombstones. Ours are covered with eulogies, while on those of the ancients we read facts:

Sta, viator; heroem calcas. [Pare, peregrino; você está pisando sobre o pó de um herói]

being the first, the ancients are nearer to Nature, and have more native genius. Whatever La Motte and the Abbé Terrasson may say to the contrary, there is no real progress in reason in the human race, because what is gained on the one hand is lost on the other; for as all minds always start from the same point, and as the time spent in learning what others have thought is lost for teaching one’s self how to think, we have more acquired knowledge and less vigor of mind. Our minds, like our hands, are trained to do everything with tools, and nothing by themselves.” “I take Émile to the theatre in order to study, not manners, but taste; for it is there, in particular, that he will be presented to those who know how to reflect. (…) The study of the theatre leads to that of poetry; they have exactly the same object. If he has the least spark of taste for poetry, with what pleasure he will cultivate the languages of poets, the Greek, the Latin, and the Italian!E que depreciação monstruosa ter lido os renascentistas em Inglês!

They will be delicious to him at an age and in circumstances when the heart is interested so charmingly in all varieties of beauty calculated to touch it. Imagine on one side my Émile, and on the other a college blade, reading the fourth book of the AEneid, or Tibullus, or the Banquet of Plato. What a difference!” Seria eu um retardado, no sentido anacrônico do termo? Num livro em que Rousseau sempre prescreve as coisas com atraso em relação a nossa época tão precoce, eu nunca jamais teria tido o prazer de gastar horas com um Platão em mãos, atualizando este blog, que para mim só passou a fazer real sentido em 2008, justo à segunda década de vida… Mas até seu Emílio se adianta a mim, logo neste hábito que me é tão caro!

Be a man of feeling, but be a wise man. If you are but one of these, you are nothing.” “I have said elsewhere that taste is but the art of discerning the value of little things (…) since the happiness of life depends on the contexture of little things, such concerns are far from being unimportant” “I should be temperate for sensual reasons.”

and in my viands I should always prefer those which she has made the most toothsome, and which have passed through the fewest hands in order to reach my table.”

who, seeking for summer in winter and winter in summer, would have cold in Italy and heat in the north.”

In order to be well served, I would have few domestics. A private citizen derives more real service from a single servant than a duke from the ten gentlemen who surround him.”

My furniture should be as simple as my tastes. I would have neither picture-gallery nor library, especially if I loved books and were a judge of pictures.”

Anti-Ronaldo Fenômeno, o PokerStars: “Play is not an amusement for a rich man, but the resource of an idler; and my pleasures would give me too much employment to leave me much time to be so poorly employed. Being solitary and poor, I do not play at all, save sometimes at chess, and this is too much. (…) We rarely see thinkers who take much pleasure in play, for it suspends this habit, or employs it in dry combinations”

The dishes would be served without order, appetite dispensing with manners”

it is a hundred times more easy to be happy than to appear so.”

Adeus a Paris, então, cidade tão famosa, barulhenta, fumacenta, e suja, onde as mulheres não mais acreditam na honra, nem os homens na virtude. Adeus, Paris. Como estamos em busca de amor, felicidade, e inocência, não estaremos jamais longe o bastante de ti.”

A partir da p. 260, a caracterização de Sophie: trechos que vão irritar a Brenda!

His merit lies in his power; he pleases simply because he is strong. I grant that this is not the law of love, but it is the law of Nature, which is anterior even to love.”

A burguesa crítica rousseauana de Platão: “As though it were not through the little community, which is the family, that the heart becomes attached to the great! And as though it were not the good son, the good husband, and the good father, who makes the good citizen!”

You are always saying that women have faults which you have not. Your pride deceives you. They would be faults in you, but they are virtues in them; and everything would not go so well if they did not have them.”

Brilhante e rafaelítica análise?

Woman is worth more as a woman, but less as a man; wherever she improves her rights she has the advantage, and wherever she attempts to usurp ours she remains inferior to us. Only exceptional cases can be urged against this general truth – the usual mode of argument adopted by the gallant partisans of the fair sex.” “A mulher vale mais como mulher, mas menos como homem; onde quer que ela aperfeiçoe seus direitos ela tem a vantagem, e onde quer que ela procure usurpar os nossos ela permanece inferior a nós. Só casos excepcionais podem ser evocados contra essa verdade geral – a principal argumentação utilizada pelos galantes partidários do sexo frágil.”

Ao tentar usurpar nossas vantagens elas não abandonam as próprias (…) conseqüentemente, não podendo manejar ambas propriamente, devido a sua incompatibilidade inata, esbarram em suas próprias limitações sem predominar nas nossas, assim perdendo metade de seu valor.” “Acredite em mim, mãe judiciosa, não faça de sua filha um bom homem, como se quisesse passar a perna na Natureza, mas faça dela sim uma boa mulher, e tenha certeza de que ela valerá mais para si mesma e para nós.” “the whole education of women ought to be relative to men. To please them, to be useful to them, to make themselves loved and honored by them, to educate them when young, to care for them when grown, to counsel them, to console them, and to make life agreeable and sweet to them – these are the duties of women at all times, and what should be taught them from their infancy.” “Little girls, almost from birth, have a love for dress. Not content with being pretty, they wish to be thought so. We see in their little airs that this care already occupies their minds; and they no sooner understand what is said to them than we control them by telling them what people will think of them. The same motive, very indiscreetly presented to little boys, is very far from having the same power over them.” “Delicacy is not languor, and one need not be sickly in order to please.” “Once opened, this first route is easy to follow; sewing, embroidery, and lace-work will come of themselves. Tapestry is not so much to their liking; and as furniture is not connected with the person, but with mere opinion, it is too far out of their reach. Tapestry is the amusement of women; young girls will never take very great pleasure in it.” “As long as they live they will be subject to the most continual and the most severe restraint – that which is imposed by the laws of decorum.” “By reason of our senseless customs, the life of a good woman is a perpetual combat with herself; and it is just that this sex share the discomfort of the evils which it has caused us.” “Do not deny them gayety, laughter, noise, and sportive diversions; but prevent them from being satiated with one and running to the other; never suffer them for a single moment of their lives to know themselves free from restraint.” “Made to obey a being as imperfect as man, often so full of vices, and always so full of faults, she ought early to learn to suffer even injustice, and to endure the wrongs of a husband without complaint” “Heaven has not made them insinuating and persuasive in order to become waspish; has not made them weak in order to be imperious; has not given them so gentle a voice in order to use harsh language; and has not made their features so delicate in order to disfigure them by anger. When they become angry they forget themselves; they often have reason to complain, but they are always wrong in scolding. (…) The husband who is too mild may make a woman impertinent; but, unless a man is a brute, the gentleness of a wife reforms him, and triumphs over him sooner or later.” “the little girls who have only just come into the world, so to speak; compare them with little boys of the same age, and if the latter do not seem dull, thoughtless, and stupid in their presence, I shall be unquestionably wrong.” “I know that austere teachers would have young girls taught neither singing, dancing, nor any other accomplishment. This seems to me ludicrous. To whom, then, would they have these things taught? To boys? To whom does it pertain, by preference, to have these talents: to men, or to women? To no one, they will reply; profane songs are so many crimes; the dance is an invention of the devil; a young girl ought to have no amusement save her work and her prayers. Strange amusements these for a child of ten!” “I can imagine nothing more ridiculous than to see an old dancing-master approach with a grim air young persons who want merely to laugh, and, while teaching them his frivolous science, assume a tone more pedantic and magisterial than if it were their catechism he was teaching.” “I shall never be made to believe that the same attitudes, the same steps, the same movements, the same gestures, and the same dances are equally becoming to a little brunette, lively and keen, and to a tall, beautiful blonde with languishing eyes.” “Women have a flexible tongue; they speak sooner, more easily, and more agreeably than men. They are accused also of speaking more. This is proper, and I would willingly change this reproach into a commendation. With them the mouth and the eyes have the same activity, and for the same reason. A man says what he knows, and a woman what is pleasing. In order to speak, one needs knowledge and the other taste” Estranha verdade que agrada, essa.

It is easy to see that if boys are not in a condition to form any true idea of religion, for a still stronger reason the same idea is above the conception of girls. It is on this very account that I would speak to them the earlier on this subject; for if we must wait till they are in a condition to discuss these profound questions methodically, we run the risk of never speaking to them on this subject.” “For the reason that the conduct of woman is subject to public opinion, her belief is subject to authority. Every daughter should have the religion of her mother, and every wife that of her husband. Even were this religion false, the docility which makes the mother and the daughter submit to the order of nature expunges in the sight of God the sin of error. As they are not in a condition to judge for themselves, women should receive the decision of fathers and husbands as they would the decision of the Church.” “Always extremists, they are all free-thinkers or devotees; none of them are able to combine discretion with piety.”

I wish some man who thoroughly knows the steps of progress in the child’s mind would write a catechism for him. This would perhaps be the most useful book that was ever written”

To what condition should we reduce women if we make public prejudice the law of their conduct? Let us not abase to this point the sex which governs us, and which honors us when we have not degraded it. There exists for the whole human species a rule anterior to opinion. (…) § This rule is the inner moral sense.” “Are women capable of solid reasoning? Is it important for them to cultivate it? Will they cultivate it with success? Is this culture useful to the functions imposed on them? Is it compatible with the simplicity which is becoming to them?” “The reason which leads man to the knowledge of his duties is not very complex; and the reason which leads woman to the knowledge of hers is still simpler.” “The search for abstract and speculative truths, principles, and scientific axioms, whatever tends to generalize ideas, does not fall within the compass of women; all their studies ought to have reference to the practical; it is for them to make the application of the principles which man has discovered, and to make the observations which lead man to the establishment of principles. All the reflections of women which are not immediately connected with their duties ought to be directed to the study of men and to that pleasure-giving knowledge which has only taste for its object; for as to works of genius, they are out of their reach, nor have they sufficient accuracy and attention to succeed in the exact sciences; and as to the physical sciences, they fall to that one of the two which is the most active, the most stirring, which sees the most objects, which has the most strength, and which exercises it most in judging of the relations of sensible beings and of the laws of nature.” “She must therefore make a profound study of the mind of man, not the mind of man in general, through abstraction, but the mind of the men who surround her, the mind of the men to whom she is subject, either by law or by opinion.” “It is for women to discover, so to speak, an experimental ethics, and for us to reduce it to a system. Woman has more spirit and man more genius; woman observes and man reasons.” “The world is woman’s book; when she reads it wrong, it is her fault or some passion blinds her.” In France girls live in convents and women travel the world over. Among the ancients it was just the contrary: girls, as I have said, indulged in sports and public festivals, while the women lived in retirement. This custom was the more reasonable and better maintained the public morals. (…) Mothers, at least make companions of your daughters. Give them a sense of uprightness and a soul of honor, and then conceal nothing from them, nothing which a chaste eye may look at. Balls, banquets, games, even the theatre, everything which, wrongly viewed, makes the charm of unadvised youth, may be offered without risk to uncorrupted eyes. The better they see these noisy pleasures the sooner will they be disgusted with them.” “I hear the clamor which is raised against me.”

The convents are veritable schools of coquetry – not of that honest coquetry of which I have spoken, but of that which produces all the caprices of women and makes the most extravagant female fops [dandismos; coisas de janota; almofadinhagens].” “it seems to me that, in general, Protestant countries have more family affection, more worthy wives, and more tender mothers than Catholic countries”

Unfortunately, private education in our large cities no longer exists. Society there is so general and so mixed that there is no longer an asylum for retreat, and we live in public even at home. By reason of living with everybody we no longer have a family, we hardly know our parents, we see them as strangers, and the simplicity of domestic manners has become extinct along with the sweet familiarity which constituted its charm.”

In the large cities the depravation begins with life, and in the small it begins with reason. Young women from the provinces, taught to despise the happy simplicity of their manners, make haste to come to Paris to share the corruption of ours” “Only fools are loud in their conduct; women who are wise create no sensation.”

Gloomy lessons serve only to involve in hatred both those who give them and all that they say.”

and if she were more perfect she would be less pleasing.” “Sophie is not beautiful; but in her presence men forget beautiful women, and beautiful women are discontented with themselves.” “she charms, but no one can tell why.” “She has also devoted herself to all the details of housekeeping. She is acquainted with the kitchen and the pantry; she knows the price of provisions, and also their qualities; she has a thorough knowledge of book-keeping, and serves her mother as housekeeper.” “It is not with girls as with boys, who can be governed up to a certain point by their appetite. This inclination has its consequences for the sex; it is too dangerous to go unchecked. The little Sophie, in her girlhood, going alone into her mother’s pantry, did not always come back empty-handed, and her fidelity with respect to sugar-plums and bonbons was not above suspicion. Her mother detected her, reproved her, punished her, and made her fast. At last she succeeded in persuading her that bonbons spoiled the teeth, and that eating too much made one stout. In this way Sophie reformed. As she grew up she contracted other tastes, which have turned her aside from this low sensuality. In women, as in men, as soon as the heart grows warm gluttony is no longer a dominant vice. Sophie has preserved the characteristic taste of her sex: she likes milk, butter, cream, and sweetmeats; is fond of pastry and dessert, but eats very little meat; she has never tasted either wine or intoxicating liquors. Moreover, she eats very moderately of everything; her sex, less laborious than ours, has less need to repair its waste.” “Sophie is naturally gay – she was even frolicsome in her childhood; but little by little her mother has taken care to repress her giddy airs, for fear that too sudden a change might ere long apprise her of the moment which had rendered it necessary.” “Woman is made to submit to man, and even to endure his injustice. You will never reduce young boys to the same point; in them the inner sense rises in revolt against injustice; nature has not made them for tolerating it.” “Sophie loves virtue, and this love has become her ruling passion. She loves it because there is nothing so beautiful as virtue; she loves it because virtue constitutes the glory of woman, and a virtuous woman seems to her almost equal to an angel” “Sophie will be chaste and upright even to her last breath” “She speaks of the absent only with the greatest circumspection, especially if they are women. She thinks that what makes them slanderous and satirical is the habit of speaking of their own sex; for as long as they restrict themselves to speaking of ours they are only just.” “although she is not tall, she has never wished for high heels; she has feet that are small enough to do without them.”

ROUSSEAU ENSINANDO A CORTAR CANTADAS DE PEDREIRO NO SÉCULO XVIII

Deixe o bonitão loquaz cumprimentá-la, exortá-la em altos termos por sua esperteza, por sua beleza, por suas graças, e pela felicidade incomprável de agradar-lhe, e ela o interromperá prontamente dizendo com polidez: <Senhor, receio ter conhecimento dessas coisas melhor do que o senhor, e se não temos nada melhor sobre o que conversar, penso que devemos encerrar a conversação neste mesmo instante.>”

Não corta o meu barato, gata, corta o meu carão.

Ou sou seu cachorrinho ou sou meu próprio demônio. Você me pediu para ir com calma, mas eu fui tão calmo quanto uma tsunami umedecendo a praia desguarnecida, arrancando as raízes das árvores mais anciãs!

Luneta profana, é o que eu nunca vou usar. No meio da montanha-russa eu não sei sentar!

Deus-micróbio: ou plenipotente ou um nada levado pelo vento das circunstâncias e emoções. microDeus-óbito.

Estou tendo um AVC. Vou terminar de tê-lo quando eu morrer. Isso pode levar décadas.

With such a great maturity of judgment, and developed in all respects like a girl of twenty, Sophie at fifteen will not be treated by her parents as a child. (…) The happiness of a noble girl consists in making a good man happy. We must therefore think of your marriage, and we must think of it thus early, for on marriage depends the destiny of life, and there is never too much time for thinking of this.” “Nada é mais difícil do que a escolha de um bom marido, salvo, talvez, a de uma boa esposa. Sofia, você deve ser essa esposa tão rara.” “but, although you have good judgment and know your own merits, you are lacking in experience, and do not know to what extent men can disguise themselves. An adroit rascal may study your tastes in order to lead you astray, and in your presence feign virtues which he does not have. This one might ruin you, Sophie, before you were aware of it, and you would become conscious of your error only to weep over it [LA FEMME DE 30 ANS]. The most dangerous of all snares, and the only one which reason can not avoid, is that of the senses. If you ever have the misfortune to fall into it, you will see nothing but illusions and idle fancies; your eyes will be fascinated, your judgment will be unsettled, your will will be corrupted, and you will cherish even your illusion, and when you are in a condition to be conscious of it you will not disown it. (…) As long as you are cool-headed, remain your own judge; but as soon as you are in love, then trust the care of yourself to your mother.” “In the two sexes I know of but two classes that are really distinct: people who think and people who do not think; and this difference depends almost wholly on education. A man belonging to the first of these two classes ought not to form an alliance with the second; for the greatest charm of companionship fails him when, having a wife, he is reduced to thinking alone. Men who devote their whole lives to working for a living have no other idea than that of their work or their interests, and their whole mind seems to be at the ends of their fingers.” “The conscience is the clearest of philosophers, and we need not know Cicero’s Offices in order to be a man of worth; and the most honorable woman in the world has perhaps the least idea of what honor is.” “It is then not meet for an educated man to take a wife who is uneducated, nor, consequently, to marry into a class where education is impossible. But I would a hundred times prefer a simple girl, rudely brought up, to a girl of learning and wit who should come to establish in my house a literary tribunal of which she should make herself the president. A woman of wit is the scourge of her husband, her children, her friends, her servants, of everybody. (…) Away from home she is always the subject of ridicule, and is very justly criticised, as one never fails of being the moment she leaves her proper station and enters one for which she is not adapted” “Readers, I appeal to you on your honor which gives you the better opinion of a woman as you enter her room, which makes you approach her with the greater respect: to see her occupied with the duties of her sex, with her household cares, the garments of her children lying around her; or, to find her writing verses on her dressing-table, surrounded with all sorts of pamphlets and sheets of notepaper in every variety of color? If all the men in the world were sensible, every girl of letters would remain unmarried all her life.”

It is asked whether it is good for young men to travel, and the question is in great dispute. If it were differently stated, and it were asked whether it is good for men to have traveled, perhaps there would not be so much discussion. § The abuse of books kills science. Thinking they know what they have read, men think they can dispense with learning it.” “Of all the centuries of literature there is not one in which there has been so much reading as in this, and not one in which men have been less wise; of all the countries of Europe, there is not one where so many histories and travels have been printed as in France, and not one where less is known of the genius and customs of other countries. So many books make us neglect the book of the world” “A Parisian fancies he knows men, while he knows only Frenchmen. (…) we must have lived with them, in order to believe that with so much spirit they can also be so stupid. The queer thing about it is, that each of them has read, perhaps ten times, the description of the country one of whose inhabitants has filled him with so much wonder.” “I have spent my life in reading books of travel, and I have never found two of them which gave me the same idea of the same people.” “They [books] are useful for preparing Platos of fifteen for philosophizing in clubs, and for instructing a company on the customs of Egypt and India, on the faith of Paul Lucas or of Tavernier.” O caráter nacional: “He who has seen ten Frenchmen has seen them all. Although we can not say the same of the English and of some other peoples, it is nevertheless certain that each nation has its peculiar and specific character, which is inferred by induction, not from the observation of a single one of its members, but of several.” Carmelitando: “There are many people whom travel instructs still less than books, because they are ignorant of the art of thinking; whereas in reading, their mind is at least guided by the author, while in their travels they do not know how to see anything for themselves.” Beware with whom you travel next time! “Of all the people in the world, the Frenchman is he who travels the most; but, full of his own ways, he slights indiscriminately everything which does not resemble them.” O gringo amado do Doutor Sérgio-Sapiente é o francês de hoje. “The English also travel, but in a different way; and it seems that these two nations must be different in everything. The English nobility travel, the French nobility do not travel; the French people travel, the English people do not travel. This difference seems to me honorable to the latter.” E quem seria o britânico de hoje? O britânico mesmo?! O europeu em geral?!? “The Englishman has the prejudices of pride, and the Frenchman those of vanity.” “Whoever returns from a tour of the world is, on his return, what he will be for the rest of his life.”

Seria eu, citando tantas passagens de um livro, o mesmo que um selfier ou recorder de show de música? Mas ora, se eu não leio várias vezes o que eu posto!! Já o selfier… E, bem, não há o que eu possa chamar de “exemplar original” no meu metier… Nen(h)um romance possui esse romantismo!

Tem gente que volta fedida da Europa porque só tomou banho de loja.

Vai uma fotografia na chapa com sal aí?!

To travel for the sake of traveling, is to be a wanderer, a vagabond; to travel for the sake of instruction, is still too vague an object, for instruction which has no determined end amounts to nothing. I would give to the young man an obvious interest in being instructed; and this interest, if well chosen, will go to determine the nature of the instruction. This is always the method which I have attempted to put in practice.”

Livro análogo em que Rousseau “ensina a religião do futuro, ou como sempre deveria ter sido ensinada”: Profession de Foi du Vicaire Savoyard.

Comentários póstumos de filósofos franceses:

Rousseau was not a pure theorist, proceeding by a + b and subjecting society without pity to the bed of Procrustes [que exigisse que se achatasse ou se alongasse a seu molde]”

Ele, que desdenhava fazer a barba a fim de aparecer diante do Rei da França, saltava de sua cama ainda no escuro a fim de saudar, na floresta, a flor recém-brotada ou um pássaro de estação.” Tradução bem livre, devo avisar.

We may imagine and even predict that a day will come when there will no longer be a single man in the world who has opened a single volume of Voltaire; but Rousseau!” “The moment we scrutinize his system of morals and come into close relations with it, it stands the test no better than his philosophy or his politics. The form is a marvel, but the substance is only an incoherent jumble of maxims, relatively true, but often false in their application.” “His mind was deformed from infancy, and could never be repaired. No; he withdraws from the real world, and with the ink and paper of the old books with which he has stuffed his head he builds a moral and philosophic world” “Teria ele se tornado nosso Rousseau se ele houvesse sido um pai de família, confinado a uma vida sedentária e regrada cujos fins seriam tão-só suas crianças e o pão de cada dia? Certamente que não.” Querida, abandonei as crianças!

Ab ovo: do começo. É dito que Helena de Tróia nasceu de um de dois ovos gêmeos botados por Leda. Helena, filha de Zeus, não deixa por isso de ser mais ou menos avó, bisavó ou trisavó de Aquiles, por mais absurdo que pareça! Já a maçã, símbolo do pecado e da perdição, em latim é mala. Os cristãos são uns malas sem ramo!

sour source!