I
Iama
syg
sickman....Iamaspiteful
mand
man.Iamanunattractive
mand
man.Ibelievemyliverisdiseased.
However,Iknow
noget
nothingatallaboutmydisease,og
anddonotknowforcertainwhatailsme.Idon’tconsult
en
adoctorforit,andaldrig
neverhave,thoughIhaveen
arespectformedicineanddoctors.Besides,Iamextremelysuperstitious,sufficientlysotorespectmedicine,
hvert fald
anyway(Iamwell-educatedenoughnottobesuperstitious,men
butIamsuperstitious).No,Irefusetoconsult
en
adoctorfromspite.Thatyou
sandsynligvis
probablywillnotunderstand.Well,I
forstår
understandit,though.Ofcourse,Ican’texplain
hvem
whoitispreciselythatIammortifyingindette
thiscasebymyspite:Iamperfectlywellaware
at
thatIcannot“payout”thedoctorsbynotconsultingdem
them;Iknowbetterthan
nogen
anyonethatbyallthisIamkun
onlyinjuringmyselfandnooneelse.Men
Butstill,ifIdon’tconsulten
adoctoritisfromspite.Myliveris
dårlig
bad,well—letitgetworse!I
har
havebeengoingonlikethatforalongtime—twentyyears.Nu
NowIamforty.I
plejede
usedtobeinthegovernmentservice,men
butamnolonger.Iwas
en
aspitefulofficial.Iwasrude
og
andtookpleasureinbeingso.Ididnot
tog
takebribes,yousee,soIwasboundtofinde
findarecompenseinthat,atleast.(A
dårlig
poorjest,butIwillnotscratchitud
out.Iwroteitthinkingit
ville
wouldsoundverywitty;but
nu
nowthatIhaveseenmyselfthatIkun
onlywantedtoshowoffinen
adespicableway,Iwillnotscratchitoutonpurpose!)Når
Whenpetitionersusedtocomeforinformationtodet
thetableatwhichIsad
sat,Iusedtogrindmyteethatdem
them,andfeltintenseenjoymentnår
whenIsucceededinmakingnogen
anybodyunhappy.Ialmostdidsucceed.
Forthe
det meste
mostparttheywerealltimidpeople—ofselvfølgelig
course,theywerepetitioners.Butof
de
theuppishonestherewasen
oneofficerinparticularIkunne
couldnotendure.Hesimply
ville
wouldnotbehumble,andclankedhisswordinen
adisgustingway.Icarriedon
en
afeudwithhimforeighteenmonthsover
overthatsword.AtlastI
fik
gotthebetterofhim.Heleftoffclankingit.
Thathappenedinmyyouth,though.
Men
Butdoyouknow,gentlemen,whatwasdet
thechiefpointaboutmyspite?Why,the
hele
wholepoint,therealstingofitlå
layinthefactthatcontinually,evenintheøjeblik
momentoftheacutestspleen,Iwasinwardlyconsciousmed
withshamethatIwasnotkun
onlynotaspitefulbutnotevenanembitteredmand
man,thatIwassimplyscaringsparrowsatrandomog
andamusingmyselfbyit.I
kan
mightfoamatthemouth,men
butbringmeadolltolege
playwith,givemeacupofteamed
withsugarinit,andmaybeIburde
shouldbeappeased.Imightevenbegenuinelytouched,though
sandsynligvis
probablyIshouldgrindmyteethatmyselfafterwardsog
andlieawakeatnightmed
withshameformonthsafter.Thatwasmy
måde
way.IwaslyingwhenI
sagde
saidjustnowthatIwasen
aspitefulofficial.Iwas
løj
lyingfromspite.Iwassimplyamusingmyself
med
withthepetitionersandwiththeofficer,og
andinrealityIneverkunne
couldbecomespiteful.Iwasconscious
hvert
everymomentinmyselfofmange
many,verymanyelementsabsolutelyoppositetothat.I
følte
feltthempositivelyswarminginmig
me,theseoppositeelements.I
vidste
knewthattheyhadbeenswarminginmeallmyliv
lifeandcravingsomeoutletfromme,men
butIwouldnotletdem
them,wouldnotletthem,purposelyville
wouldnotletthemcomeud
out.TheytormentedmetillIwasashamed:
they
drev
drovemetoconvulsionsand—sickenedmig
me,atlast,howtheysickenedmig
me!Now,arenotyoufancying,gentlemen,
at
thatIamexpressingremorsefornoget
somethingnow,thatIambeder
askingyourforgivenessforsomething?Iam
sikker
sureyouarefancyingthat...However,IassureyouIdonotcareifyouare....
Itwasnot
kun
onlythatIcouldnotblive
becomespiteful,Ididnotvidste
knowhowtobecomeanything;neitherspitefulnorkind,neitherarascalnoranhonest
mand
man,neitheraheronoraninsect.Nu
Now,Iamlivingoutmyliv
lifeinmycorner,tauntingmyselfmed
withthespitefulanduselessconsolationthaten
anintelligentmancannotbecomenoget
anythingseriously,anditiskun
onlythefoolwhobecomesnoget
anything.Yes,amanin
det
thenineteenthcenturymustandmorallyoughttobepre-eminentlyen
acharacterlesscreature;amanofcharacter,anactive
mand
manispre-eminentlyalimitedcreature.Thatismyconvictionoffortyyears.
Iamfortyyears
gammel
oldnow,andyouknowfortyyearsiset
awholelifetime;youknowitisextremeoldage.
To
leve
livelongerthanfortyyearsisdårlig
badmanners,isvulgar,immoral.Hvem
Whodoeslivebeyondforty?Svar
Answerthat,sincerelyandhonestlyIvil
willtellyouwhodo:fools
og
andworthlessfellows.Itell
alle
alloldmenthattotheiransigt
face,allthesevenerableoldmen,alle
allthesesilver-hairedandreverendseniors!I
siger
tellthewholeworldthattoitsface!I
har
havearighttosayso,forIshallgoonleve
livingtosixtymyself.Toseventy!
Toeighty!
Stay,
lad
letmetakebreath...Youimaginenodoubt,gentlemen,thatI
vil
wanttoamuseyou.Youaremistakeninthat,
også
too.Iambynomeanssuch
en
amirthfulpersonasyouimagine,eller
orasyoumayimagine;however,irritatedby
alt
allthisbabble(andIføler
feelthatyouareirritated)yousynes
thinkfittoaskmehvem
whoIam—thenmyansweris,Iamen
acollegiateassessor.Iwasin
den
theservicethatImighthave
havesomethingtoeat(andsolelyforthatreason),og
andwhenlastyearadistantrelationefterlod
leftmesixthousandroublesinhiswillIimmediatelyretiredfromden
theserviceandsettleddowninmycorner.I
plejede
usedtoliveinthiscornerfør
before,butnowIhavesettleddownindet
it.Myroomisawretched,horridoneintheoutskirtsofthe
byen
town.Myservantisan
gammel
oldcountry-woman,ill-naturedfromstupidity,og
and,moreover,thereisalwaysanastysmellom
abouther.IamtoldthatthePetersburgclimateisbadforme,
og
andthatwithmysmallmeansitismeget
veryexpensivetoliveinPetersburg.I
ved
knowallthatbetterthanalle
allthesesageandexperiencedcounsellorsog
andmonitors....ButIamremaininginPetersburg;
Iamnotgoing
væk
awayfromPetersburg!Iamnotgoingaway
fordi
because...ech!
Why,itisabsolutelynomatterwhetherIamgoingaway
eller
ornotgoingaway.Butwhat
kan
canadecentmanspeakofmed
withmostpleasure?Answer:
Ofhimself.
II
Iwant
nu
nowtotellyou,gentlemen,whetheryoucaretohøre
hearitornot,whyIkunne
couldnotevenbecomeaninsect.I
siger
tellyousolemnly,thatIhar
havemanytimestriedtoblive
becomeaninsect.ButIwasnotequaleventothat.
Iswear,gentlemen,thattobe
for
tooconsciousisanillness—arealthorough-goingillness.Forman’severydayneeds,itwouldhavebeenquite
nok
enoughtohavetheordinarymenneskelige
humanconsciousness,thatis,halfeller
oraquarteroftheamountwhichfalder
fallstothelotofacultivatedmand
manofourunhappynineteenthcentury,especiallyonewhohasthefatalill-lucktoinhabitPetersburg,themest
mosttheoreticalandintentionaltownonthewholeterrestrialglobe.(Thereareintentional
og
andunintentionaltowns.)Itwould
have
havebeenquiteenough,forinstance,tohave
havetheconsciousnessbywhichalle
allso-calleddirectpersonsandmenofactionlever
live.IbetyouthinkIam
skriver
writingallthisfromaffectation,tobewittyattheexpenseofmenofaction;og
andwhatismore,thatfromill-bredaffectation,Iamclankinget
aswordlikemyofficer.Men
But,gentlemen,whoevercanpridehimselfonhisdiseasesog
andevenswaggeroverthem?Selv
Though,afterall,everyonedoesgør
dothat;peopledopridethemselvesontheirdiseases,
og
andIdo,maybe,mere
morethananyone.Wewillnotdispute
det
it;mycontentionwasabsurd.
ButyetIamfirmlypersuaded
at
thatagreatdealofconsciousness,everyform
sortofconsciousness,infact,isen
adisease.Isticktothat.
Letusleavethat,
også
too,foraminute.Tellmethis:
hvorfor
whydoesithappenthatatthevery,ja
yes,attheverymomentswhenIammest
mostcapableoffeelingeveryrefinementofalt
allthatis“sublimeandbeautiful,”astheyplejede
usedtosayatonetidspunkt
time,itwould,asthoughofdesign,happentomenotkun
onlytofeelbuttogøre
dosuchuglythings,suchthat...Well,inshort,actionsthat
alle
all,perhaps,commit;butwhich,asthoughpurposely,occurredtomeatthevery
tidspunkt
timewhenIwasmostconsciousthattheyoughtnottobecommitted.The
mere
moreconsciousIwasofgoodnessog
andofallthatwas“sublimeog
andbeautiful,”themoredeeplyIsankintomymireog
andthemorereadyIwastosinkinitaltogether.Men
Butthechiefpointwasthatalt
allthiswas,asitwere,notaccidentalinmig
me,butasthoughitwereboundtobeso.Itwasasthoughitweremy
mest
mostnormalcondition,andnotintheleastdiseaseeller
ordepravity,sothatatvar
lastalldesireinmetostrugglemod
againstthisdepravitypassed.Itendedbymy
næsten
almostbelieving(perhapsactuallybelieving)at
thatthiswasperhapsmynormalcondition.Men
Butatfirst,inthebeginning,whatagoniesIenduredinthatstruggle!Ididnot
troede
believeitwasthesamemed
withotherpeople,andallmyliv
lifeIhidthisfactom
aboutmyselfasasecret.Iwasashamed(even
nu
now,perhaps,Iamashamed):Igottothe
punkt
pointoffeelingasortofsecretabnormal,despicableenjoymentinreturninghjem
hometomycorneronsomedisgustingPetersburgnat
night,acutelyconsciousthatthatdag
dayIhadcommittedaloathsomeactionigen
again,thatwhatwasdonekunne
couldneverbeundone,andsecretly,inwardlygnawing,gnawingatmyselfforit,tearingog
andconsumingmyselftillatvar
lastthebitternessturnedintoen
asortofshamefulaccursedsweetness,og
andatlast—intopositiverealenjoyment!Ja
Yes,intoenjoyment,intoenjoyment!Iinsistuponthat.
I
har
havespokenofthisbecauseIkeepønsker
wantingtoknowforafactwhetherandre
otherpeoplefeelsuchenjoyment?I
vil
willexplain;theenjoymentwas
bare
justfromthetoointenseconsciousnessofone’segen
owndegradation;itwasfrom
føle
feelingoneselfthatonehadreachedthesidste
lastbarrier,thatitwashorrible,men
butthatitcouldnotbeotherwise;thattherewas
ikke
noescapeforyou;thatyou
aldrig
nevercouldbecomeadifferentmand
man;thateveniftime
og
andfaithwerestillleftyoutoændre
changeintosomethingdifferentyouville
wouldmostlikelynotwishtoændre
change;orifyoudid
ønskede
wishto,eventhenyouville
woulddonothing;becauseperhapsinreality
der
therewasnothingforyoutochangeinto.Og
Andtheworstofitwas,og
andtherootofitall,thatitwasallinaccordmed
withthenormalfundamentallawsofover-acuteconsciousness,og
andwiththeinertiathatwasthedirectresultofthoselaws,og
andthatconsequentlyonewasnotkun
onlyunabletochangebutcouldgøre
doabsolutelynothing.Thusit
ville
wouldfollow,astheresultofacuteconsciousness,thatoneisnottoblameinbeingascoundrel;asthoughthatwere
nogen
anyconsolationtothescoundrelnår
oncehehascometorealisethathefaktisk
actuallyisascoundrel.But
nok
enough....Ech,Ihavetalked
en
alotofnonsense,butwhathar
haveIexplained?Howisenjoymentin
dette
thistobeexplained?ButI
vil
willexplainit.Iwill
komme
gettothebottomofit!Thatis
derfor
whyIhavetakenupmypen....Jeg
I,forinstance,haveagreatdealofamourpropre.Iamassuspicious
og
andpronetotakeoffenceasen
ahumpbackoradwarf.Men
ButuponmywordInogle gange
sometimeshavehadmomentswhenhvis
ifIhadhappenedtobeslappedinthefaceIshould,måske
perhaps,havebeenpositivelygladofit.I
siger
say,inearnest,thatIshouldsandsynligvis
probablyhavebeenabletodiscoverselv
eveninthatapeculiarform
sortofenjoyment—theenjoyment,ofselvfølgelig
course,ofdespair;butindespair
der
therearethemostintenseenjoyments,especiallynår
whenoneisveryacutelyconsciousofde
thehopelessnessofone’sposition.Og
Andwhenoneisslappedintheface—whythentheconsciousnessofbeingrubbedintoapulpville
wouldpositivelyoverwhelmone.Theworstofit
er
is,lookatitwhichwayonewill,itstillturnsoutthatIwasaltid
alwaysthemosttoblameinalt
everything.Andwhatismosthumiliatingof
alt
all,toblamefornofaultofmyegen
ownbut,sotosay,gennem
throughthelawsofnature.In
de
thefirstplace,toblamebecauseIamclevererend
thananyofthepeoplesurroundingmig
me.(Ihavealwaysconsideredmyselfcleverer
end
thananyofthepeoplesurroundingmig
me,andsometimes,wouldyoutro
believeit,havebeenpositivelyashamedofit.Atanyrate,I
har
haveallmylife,asitwere,turnedmyeyesvæk
awayandnevercouldlookfolk
peoplestraightintheface.)Toblame,finally,
fordi
becauseevenifIhadhadmagnanimity,Ishouldkun
onlyhavehadmoresufferingfromthesenseofitsuselessness.Ishouldcertainly
have
haveneverbeenabletogøre
doanythingfrombeingmagnanimous—neithertoforgive,formyassailantville
wouldperhapshaveslappedmefromthelawsofnature,og
andonecannotforgivethelawsofnature;norto
glemme
forget,forevenifitwereowingtothelawsofnature,itisinsultingallthesame.Finally,
selv
evenifIhadwantedtobenoget
anythingbutmagnanimous,haddesiredonthecontrarytorevengemyselfonmyassailant,Ikunne
couldnothaverevengedmyselfonnogen
anyoneforanythingbecauseIshouldcertainlyaldrig
neverhavemadeupmymindtogøre
doanything,evenifIhadbeenableto.Hvorfor
WhyshouldInothavemadeupmymind?III
Med
Withpeoplewhoknowhowtorevengethemselvesog
andtostandupforthemselvesingeneral,hvordan
howisitdone?Why,
når
whentheyarepossessed,letussuppose,bythefeelingofrevenge,thenforthetiden
timethereisnothingelsebutthatfeelingleftintheirhele
wholebeing.Suchagentlemansimplydashesstraightforhisobject
som
likeaninfuriatedbullwithitshornsned
down,andnothingbutawallvil
willstophim.(Bytheway:
facingthewall,suchgentlemen—that
er
is,the“direct”personsandmenofaction—aregenuinelynonplussed.Forthemawallisnotanevasion,asforus
mennesker
peoplewhothinkandconsequentlygør
donothing;itisnotan
undskyldning
excuseforturningaside,anundskyldning
excuseforwhichwearealtid
alwaysveryglad,thoughwescarcelytror
believeinitourselves,asarule.Nej
No,theyarenonplussedinal
allsincerity.Thewallhasforthem
noget
somethingtranquillising,morallysoothing,final—maybeendda
evensomethingmysterious...butofthewalllater.)
Well,
sådan
suchadirectpersonIregardasden
therealnormalman,ashistendermoder
mothernaturewishedtoseehimda
whenshegraciouslybroughthimintobeingonden
theearth.Ienvysuch
en
amantillIamgreenintheface.Heis
dum
stupid.Iamnotdisputingthat,
men
butperhapsthenormalmanburde
shouldbestupid,howdoyouved
know?Perhapsitisvery
smuk
beautiful,infact.AndIamthe
mere
morepersuadedofthatsuspicion,hvis
ifonecancallitso,bythefaktum
factthatifyoutake,forinstance,theantithesisofthenormalman,at
thatis,themanofacuteconsciousness,whohascome,ofselvfølgelig
course,notoutofthelapofnaturemen
butoutofaretortDenne
(thisisalmostmysticism,gentlemen,men
butIsuspectthis,too),denne
thisretort-mademanissometimessononplussedinthepresenceofhisantithesisat
thatwithallhisexaggeratedconsciousnesshegenuinelythinksofhimselfasamouseog
andnotaman.It
kan
maybeanacutelyconsciousmouse,men
yetitisamouse,mens
whiletheotherisaman,og
andtherefore,etcaetera,etcaetera.Og
Andtheworstofiter
is,hehimself,hisveryeget
ownself,looksonhimselfasen
amouse;nooneaskshimtodoso;
og
andthatisanimportantpunkt
point.Nowletuslookat
denne
thismouseinaction.Letussuppose,forinstance,thatit
føler
feelsinsulted,too(anditnæsten
almostalwaysdoesfeelinsulted),og
andwantstorevengeitself,too.Der
Theremayevenbeagreateraccumulationofspiteinitend
thaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.Thebase
og
andnastydesiretoventthatspiteonitsassailantranklesmåske
perhapsevenmorenastilyinitend
thaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.For
gennem
throughhisinnatestupiditythelatterser
looksuponhisrevengeasjusticepureog
andsimple;whileinconsequenceofhisacuteconsciousnessthemousedoesnot
tror
believeinthejusticeofit.To
komme
comeatlasttothedeeditself,totheveryactofrevenge.Apartfromtheonefundamentalnastinessthelucklessmousesucceedsincreatingarounditso
mange
manyothernastinessesintheformofdoubtsog
andquestions,addstotheonespørgsmål
questionsomanyunsettledquestionsthatthereinevitablyarbejder
worksuparounditasortoffatalbrew,astinkingmess,lavet
madeupofitsdoubts,emotions,og
andofthecontemptspatuponitbythedirectmenofactionwhostår
standsolemnlyaboutitasjudgesog
andarbitrators,laughingatittilltheirhealthysidesache.Of
selvfølgelig
coursetheonlythingleftforitistodismissalt
allthatwithawaveofitspaw,og
and,withasmileofassumedcontemptinwhichitdoesnotevenitselftror
believe,creepignominiouslyintoitsmouse-hole.Der
Thereinitsnasty,stinking,undergroundhjem
homeourinsulted,crushedandridiculedmousepromptlybliver
becomesabsorbedincold,malignantog
and,aboveall,everlastingspite.Forfortyyears
sammen
togetheritwillrememberitsinjuryned
downtothesmallest,mostignominiousdetails,og
andeverytimewilladd,ofitself,detailsstillmere
moreignominious,spitefullyteasingandtormentingitselfmed
withitsownimagination.It
vil
willitselfbeashamedofitsimaginings,butyetitvil
willrecallitall,itvil
willgooverandoverhver
everydetail,itwillinventunheardofthingsmod
againstitself,pretendingthatthosethingskan
mighthappen,andwillforgivenoget
nothing.Maybeitwillbegintorevengeitself,
også
too,but,asitwere,piecemeal,intrivialways,frombag
behindthestove,incognito,withoutbelievingeitherinitsegen
ownrighttovengeance,orinthesuccessofitsrevenge,knowingthatfromalle
allitseffortsatrevengeitvil
willsufferahundredtimesmere
morethanheonwhomitrevengesitself,mens
whilehe,Idaresay,willnotevenscratchhimself.Onitsdeathbedit
vil
willrecallitalloverigen
again,withinterestaccumulatedoveralle
alltheyearsand...Butitis
netop
justinthatcold,abominablehalv
halfdespair,halfbelief,inat
thatconsciousburyingoneselfaliveforgriefintheunderworldforfortyyears,inat
thatacutelyrecognisedandyetpartlydoubtfulhopelessnessofone’sposition,inat
thathellofunsatisfieddesiresturnedinward,inat
thatfeverofoscillations,ofresolutionsdeterminedforeverog
andrepentedofagainaminut
minutelater—thatthesavourofat
thatstrangeenjoymentofwhichIhar
havespokenlies.Itissosubtle,sodifficultofanalysis,that
personer
personswhoarealittlelimited,eller
orevensimplypersonsofstrongnerves,vil
willnotunderstandasingleatomofdet
it.“Possibly,”youwilladdonyour
egen
ownaccountwithagrin,“peoplevil
willnotunderstanditeitherwhohar
haveneverreceivedaslapintheface,”og
andinthatwayyouvil
willpolitelyhinttomethatJeg
I,too,perhaps,havehadtheexperienceofaslapinthefaceinmyliv
life,andsoIspeakasonewhoved
knows.Ibetthatyouare
tænker
thinkingthat.Butsetyourmindsatrest,gentlemen,I
har
havenotreceivedaslapintheface,selv
thoughitisabsolutelyamatterofindifferencetomewhatyoumaysynes
thinkaboutit.Possibly,I
selv
evenregret,myself,thatIhavegivensofewslapsinthefaceduringmyliv
life.Butenough...
notanother
ord
wordonthatsubjectofsådan
suchextremeinteresttoyou.I
vil
willcontinuecalmlyconcerningpersonsmed
withstrongnerveswhodonotforstår
understandacertainrefinementofenjoyment.Selv
Thoughincertaincircumstancesthesegentlemenbellowtheirloudestlikebulls,selv
thoughthis,letussuppose,gør
doesthemthegreatestcredit,men
yet,asIhavesaidallerede
already,confrontedwiththeimpossibletheysubsideatonce.Det
Theimpossiblemeansthestonewall!Whatstonewall?
Why,of
selvfølgelig
course,thelawsofnature,thedeductionsofnaturalscience,mathematics.