I
Iamasickman....
Iamaspitefulman.
Iamanunattractiveman.
Ibelievemy
foie
liverisdiseased.However,Iknownothingatallaboutmydisease,anddonotknowforcertainwhatailsme.
Idon’t
consulte
consultadoctorforit,andneverhave,thoughIhavearespectformedicineanddoctors.Besides,Iamextremely
superstitieux
superstitious,sufficientlysotorespectmedicine,anyway(Iamwell-educatedenoughnottobesuperstitieux
superstitious,butIamsuperstitious).No,Irefuseto
consulter
consultadoctorfromspite.Thatyouprobablywillnotunderstand.
Well,Iunderstandit,though.
Ofcourse,Ican’texplainwhoitispreciselythatIammortifyinginthiscasebymyspite:
IamperfectlywellawarethatIcannot“payout”thedoctorsbynot
consultant
consultingthem;IknowbetterthananyonethatbyallthisIamonlyinjuringmyselfandnooneelse.
Butstill,ifIdon’t
consulte
consultadoctoritisfromspite.My
foie
liverisbad,well—letitgetworse!Ihavebeengoingonlikethatforalongtime—twentyyears.
NowIamforty.
Iusedtobeinthegovernmentservice,butamnolonger.
Iwasaspitefulofficial.
Iwasrudeandtookpleasureinbeingso.
Ididnottakebribes,yousee,soIwasboundtofindarecompenseinthat,atleast.
(Apoorjest,butIwillnotscratchitout.
Iwroteitthinkingitwouldsoundverywitty;
butnowthatIhaveseenmyselfthatIonlywantedtoshowoffina
méprisable
despicableway,Iwillnotscratchitoutonpurpose!)WhenpetitionersusedtocomeforinformationtothetableatwhichIsat,Iusedtogrindmyteethatthem,andfelt
intense
intenseenjoymentwhenIsucceededinmakinganybodyunhappy.Ialmostdid
réussir
succeed.Forthemostparttheywerealltimidpeople—ofcourse,theywerepetitioners.
ButoftheuppishonestherewasoneofficerinparticularIcouldnot
supporter
endure.Hesimplywouldnotbe
humble
humble,andclankedhisswordinadisgustingway.Icarriedonafeudwithhimforeighteenmonthsoverthatsword.
AtlastIgotthebetterofhim.
Heleftoffclankingit.
Thathappenedinmyyouth,though.
Butdoyouknow,gentlemen,whatwasthechiefpointaboutmyspite?
Why,thewholepoint,therealstingofitlayinthefactthat
continuellement
continually,eveninthemomentoftheacutestspleen,Iwasinwardlyconscient
consciouswithshamethatIwasnotonlynotaspitefulbutnotevenanembitteredman,thatIwassimplyscaringsparrowsatrandomandamusingmyselfbyit.Imight
mousse
foamatthemouth,butbringmeadolltoplaywith,givemeacupofteawithsugarinit,andmaybeIshouldbeappeased.Imightevenbe
véritablement
genuinelytouched,thoughprobablyIshouldgrindmyteethatmyselfafterwardsandlieawakeatnightwithshameformonthsafter.Thatwasmyway.
IwaslyingwhenIsaidjustnowthatIwasaspitefulofficial.
Iwaslyingfromspite.
Iwassimplyamusingmyselfwiththepetitionersandwiththeofficer,andinrealityInevercouldbecomespiteful.
Iwas
conscient
consciouseverymomentinmyselfofmany,verymanyelementsabsolutelyoppositetothat.Ifeltthem
positivement
positivelyswarminginme,theseoppositeelements.Iknewthattheyhadbeenswarminginmeallmylifeand
envie
cravingsomeoutletfromme,butIwouldnotletthem,wouldnotletthem,délibérément
purposelywouldnotletthemcomeout.TheytormentedmetillIwasashamed:
theydrovemetoconvulsionsand—sickenedme,atlast,howtheysickenedme!
Now,arenotyoufancying,gentlemen,thatIamexpressing
remords
remorseforsomethingnow,thatIamaskingyourpardon
forgivenessforsomething?Iamsureyouarefancyingthat...
However,I
assure
assureyouIdonotcareifyouare....ItwasnotonlythatIcouldnotbecomespiteful,Ididnotknowhowtobecomeanything;
neitherspitefulnorkind,neitherarascalnoranhonestman,neitheraheronoran
insecte
insect.Now,Iamlivingoutmylifeinmycorner,tauntingmyselfwiththespitefulanduseless
consolation
consolationthatanintelligentmancannotbecomeanythingseriously,anditisonlythefoolwhobecomesanything.Yes,amaninthenineteenthcenturymustand
moralement
morallyoughttobepre-eminentlyacharacterlesscreature;amanofcharacter,an
actif
activemanispre-eminentlyalimitedcreature.Thatismyconvictionoffortyyears.
Iamfortyyearsoldnow,andyouknowfortyyearsisawholelifetime;
youknowitis
extrême
extremeoldage.Tolivelongerthanfortyyearsisbadmanners,is
vulgaire
vulgar,immoral.Whodoeslivebeyondforty?
Answerthat,sincerelyandhonestlyIwilltellyouwhodo:
foolsandworthlessfellows.
Itellalloldmenthattotheirface,allthesevenerableoldmen,allthesesilver-hairedandreverendseniors!
Itellthewholeworldthattoitsface!
Ihavearighttosayso,forIshallgoonlivingtosixtymyself.
Toseventy!
Toeighty!
Stay,letmetakebreath...
Youimaginenodoubt,gentlemen,thatIwantto
amuser
amuseyou.Youaremistakeninthat,too.
Iambynomeanssuchamirthfulpersonasyouimagine,orasyoumayimagine;
however,
irrité
irritatedbyallthisbabble(andIfeelthatyouareirrité
irritated)youthinkfittoaskmewhoIam—thenmyansweris,Iamacollegiateassessor.IwasintheservicethatImighthavesomethingtoeat(andsolelyforthatreason),andwhenlastyeara
éloigné
distantrelationleftmesixthousandroublesinhiswillIimmediatelyretiré
retiredfromtheserviceandsettleddowninmycorner.Iusedtoliveinthiscornerbefore,butnowIhavesettleddowninit.
Myroomisawretched,
horrible
horridoneintheoutskirtsofthetown.My
servante
servantisanoldcountry-woman,ill-naturedfromstupidité
stupidity,and,moreover,thereisalwaysanastysmellabouther.IamtoldthatthePetersburg
climat
climateisbadforme,andthatwithmysmallmeansitisveryexpensivetoliveinPetersburg.Iknowallthatbetterthanallthesesageandexperiencedcounsellorsandmonitors....
ButIamremaininginPetersburg;
IamnotgoingawayfromPetersburg!
Iamnotgoingawaybecause...
ech!
Why,itisabsolutelynomatterwhetherIamgoingawayornotgoingaway.
Butwhatcanadecentmanspeakofwithmostpleasure?
Answer:
Ofhimself.
II
Iwantnowtotellyou,gentlemen,whetheryoucaretohearitornot,whyIcouldnotevenbecomean
insecte
insect.Itellyousolemnly,thatIhavemanytimestriedtobecomean
insecte
insect.ButIwasnot
égal
equaleventothat.Iswear,gentlemen,thattobetoo
conscient
consciousisanillness—arealthorough-goingmaladie
illness.Forman’severydayneeds,itwouldhavebeenquiteenoughtohavetheordinaryhuman
conscience
consciousness,thatis,halforaquarteroftheamountwhichfallstothelotofacultivé
cultivatedmanofourunhappynineteenthcentury,especiallyonewhohasthefatale
fatalill-lucktoinhabitPetersburg,themostthéorique
theoreticalandintentionaltownonthewholeterrestrialglobe
globe.(Thereareintentionalandunintentionaltowns.)
Itwouldhavebeenquiteenough,for
exemple
instance,tohavetheconsciousnessbywhichallso-calleddirectpersonsandmenofactionlive.IbetyouthinkIamwritingallthisfromaffectation,tobewittyattheexpenseofmenofaction;
andwhatismore,thatfromill-bredaffectation,Iamclankingaswordlikemyofficer.
But,gentlemen,whoevercanpridehimselfonhisdiseasesandevenswaggeroverthem?
Though,afterall,everyonedoesdothat;
peopledopridethemselvesontheirdiseases,andIdo,maybe,morethananyone.
Wewillnot
contesterons
disputeit;mycontentionwas
absurde
absurd.ButyetIamfirmly
convaincu
persuadedthatagreatdealofconscience
consciousness,everysortofconsciousness,infact,isadisease.Isticktothat.
Letusleavethat,too,foraminute.
Tellmethis:
whydoesithappenthatatthevery,yes,attheverymomentswhenIammostcapableoffeelingeveryrefinementofallthatis“sublimeandbeautiful,”astheyusedtosayatonetime,itwould,asthoughofdesign,happentomenotonlytofeelbuttodosuchuglythings,suchthat...
Well,inshort,actionsthatall,perhaps,commit;
butwhich,asthough
délibérément
purposely,occurredtomeattheverytimewhenIwasmostconscient
consciousthattheyoughtnottobecommitted.Themore
conscient
consciousIwasofgoodnessandofallthatwas“sublimeandbeautiful,”themoredeeplyIsankintomymireandthemorereadyIwastosinkinitaltogether.Butthechiefpointwasthatallthiswas,asitwere,not
accidentel
accidentalinme,butasthoughitwereboundtobeso.Itwasasthoughitweremymostnormalcondition,andnotintheleastdiseaseordepravity,sothatatlastalldesireinmetostruggleagainstthisdepravitypassed.
Itendedbymyalmostbelieving(perhapsactuallybelieving)thatthiswasperhapsmynormalcondition.
Butatfirst,inthebeginning,whatagoniesIenduredinthatstruggle!
Ididnotbelieveitwasthesamewithotherpeople,andallmylifeIhidthisfactaboutmyselfasasecret.
Iwasashamed(evennow,perhaps,Iamashamed):
Igottothepointoffeelingasortofsecret
anormal
abnormal,despicableenjoymentinreturninghometomycorneronsomedisgustingPetersburgnight,acutelyconscient
consciousthatthatdayIhadcommittedaloathsomeactionagain,thatwhatwasdonecouldneverbeannulé
undone,andsecretly,inwardlygnawing,gnawingatmyselfforit,tearingandconsommant
consumingmyselftillatlastthebitternessturnedintoasortofshamefulaccursedsweetness,andatlast—intopositiverealenjoyment!Yes,intoenjoyment,intoenjoyment!
Iinsistuponthat.
IhavespokenofthisbecauseIkeepwantingtoknowforafactwhetherotherpeoplefeelsuchenjoyment?
Iwillexplain;
the
jouissance
enjoymentwasjustfromthetoointense
intenseconsciousnessofone’sowndegradation;itwasfromfeelingoneselfthatonehadreachedthelast
barrière
barrier,thatitwashorrible,butthatitcouldnotbeotherwise;thattherewasnoescapeforyou;
thatyounevercouldbecomeadifferentman;
thateveniftimeandfaithwerestillleftyoutochangeintosomethingdifferentyouwouldmostlikelynotwishtochange;
orifyoudidwishto,eventhenyouwoulddonothing;
becauseperhapsinrealitytherewasnothingforyoutochangeinto.
Andtheworstofitwas,andthe
racine
rootofitall,thatitwasallinaccord
accordwiththenormalfundamentallawsofover-acuteconscience
consciousness,andwiththeinertiathatwasthedirectresultofthoselaws,andthatpar conséquent
consequentlyonewasnotonlyincapable
unabletochangebutcoulddoabsolutelynothing.Thusitwouldfollow,astheresultof
aiguë
acuteconsciousness,thatoneisnottoblameinbeingascoundrel;asthoughthatwereany
consolation
consolationtothescoundreloncehehascometoréalisé
realisethatheactuallyisascoundrel.Butenough....
Ech,Ihavetalkedalotofnonsense,butwhathaveIexplained?
Howisenjoymentinthistobeexplained?
ButIwillexplainit.
Iwillgettothebottomofit!
ThatiswhyIhavetakenupmypen....
I,for
exemple
instance,haveagreatdealofamourpropre.Iamas
méfiant
suspiciousandpronetotakeoffenceasahumpbackoranain
dwarf.ButuponmywordIsometimeshavehadmomentswhenifIhadhappenedtobe
gifle
slappedinthefaceIshould,perhaps,havebeenpositivement
positivelygladofit.Isay,inearnest,thatIshouldprobablyhavebeenableto
découvrir
discovereveninthataparticulière
peculiarsortofenjoyment—theenjoyment,ofcourse,ofdésespoir
despair;butindespairtherearethemostintenseenjoyments,especiallywhenoneisveryacutely
conscient
consciousofthehopelessnessofone’sposition.Andwhenoneis
giflé
slappedintheface—whythentheconscience
consciousnessofbeingrubbedintoapulpe
pulpwouldpositivelyoverwhelmone.Theworstofitis,lookatitwhichwayonewill,itstillturnsoutthatIwasalwaysthemosttoblameineverything.
Andwhatismost
humiliant
humiliatingofall,toblamefornofaultofmyownbut,sotosay,throughthelawsofnature.Inthefirstplace,toblamebecauseIamclevererthananyofthepeoplesurroundingme.
(Ihavealwaysconsideredmyselfclevererthananyofthepeoplesurroundingme,andsometimes,wouldyoubelieveit,havebeenpositivelyashamedofit.
Atanyrate,Ihaveallmylife,asitwere,turnedmyeyesawayandnevercouldlookpeoplestraightintheface.)
Toblame,finally,becauseevenifIhadhadmagnanimity,Ishouldonlyhavehadmoresufferingfromthesenseofitsuselessness.
Ishouldcertainlyhaveneverbeenabletodoanythingfrombeingmagnanimous—neithertoforgive,formyassailantwouldperhapshaveslappedmefromthelawsofnature,andonecannotforgivethelawsofnature;
nortoforget,forevenifitwereowingtothelawsofnature,itis
insulte
insultingallthesame.Finally,evenifIhadwantedtobeanythingbutmagnanimous,haddesiredonthecontrarytorevengemyselfonmyassailant,IcouldnothaverevengedmyselfonanyoneforanythingbecauseIshouldcertainlyneverhavemadeupmymindtodoanything,evenifIhadbeenableto.
WhyshouldInothavemadeupmymind?
III
Withpeoplewhoknowhowtorevengethemselvesandtostandupforthemselvesingeneral,howisitdone?
Why,whentheyarepossessed,letussuppose,bythefeelingofrevenge,thenforthetimethereisnothingelsebutthatfeelingleftintheirwholebeing.
Suchagentlemansimplydashesstraightforhisobjectlikeaninfuriatedbullwithitshornsdown,andnothingbutawallwillstophim.
(Bytheway:
facingthewall,suchgentlemen—thatis,the“direct”personsandmenofaction—are
véritablement
genuinelynonplussed.Forthemawallisnotanevasion,asforuspeoplewhothinkand
par conséquent
consequentlydonothing;itisnotanexcuseforturningaside,anexcuseforwhichwearealwaysveryglad,thoughwe
à peine
scarcelybelieveinitourselves,asarule.No,theyarenonplussedinall
sincérité
sincerity.Thewallhasforthemsomethingtranquillising,
moralement
morallysoothing,final—maybeevensomethingmystérieux
mysterious...butofthewalllater.)
Well,suchadirectpersonI
considère
regardastherealnormalman,ashistendre
tendermothernaturewishedtoseehimwhenshegraciouslybroughthimintobeingontheearth.IenvysuchamantillIamgreenintheface.
Heisstupid.
Iamnot
conteste
disputingthat,butperhapsthenormalmanshouldbestupid,howdoyouknow?Perhapsitisverybeautiful,infact.
AndIamthemore
persuadé
persuadedofthatsuspicion,ifonecancallitso,bythefactthatifyoutake,forexemple
instance,theantithesisofthenormalman,thatis,themanofaiguë
acuteconsciousness,whohascome,ofcourse,notoutofthelapofnaturebutoutofaretort(thisisalmostmysticism,gentlemen,butIsuspectthis,too),thisretort-mademanissometimessononplussedinthepresenceofhisantithesisthatwithallhisexaggeratedconscience
consciousnesshegenuinelythinksofhimselfasamouseandnotaman.Itmaybeanacutelyconsciousmouse,yetitisamouse,whiletheotherisaman,andtherefore,etcaetera,etcaetera.
Andtheworstofitis,hehimself,hisveryownself,looksonhimselfasamouse;
nooneaskshimtodoso;
andthatisanimportantpoint.
Nowletuslookatthismouseinaction.
Letussuppose,for
exemple
instance,thatitfeelsinsulted,too(anditalmostalwaysdoesfeelinsulté
insulted),andwantstorevengeitself,too.Theremayevenbeagreateraccumulationofspiteinitthaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.
Thebaseandnastydesiretoventthatspiteonitsassailantranklesperhapsevenmorenastilyinitthaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.
Forthroughhisinnate
stupidité
stupiditythelatterlooksuponhisrevengeasjusticepureandsimple;whileinconsequenceofhis
aiguë
acuteconsciousnessthemousedoesnotbelieveinthejusticeofit.Tocomeatlasttothedeeditself,totheveryactofrevenge.
Apartfromtheone
fondamentale
fundamentalnastinessthelucklessmouseréussit
succeedsincreatingarounditsomanyothernastinessesintheformofdoubtsandquestions,addstotheonequestionsomanyunsettledquestionsthatthereinévitablement
inevitablyworksuparounditasortoffatale
fatalbrew,astinkingmess,madeupofitsdoubts,emotions,andofthemépris
contemptspatuponitbythedirectmenofactionwhostandsolennellement
solemnlyaboutitasjudgesandarbitrators,laughingatittilltheirhealthysidesache.Ofcoursetheonlythingleftforitisto
rejeter
dismissallthatwithawaveofitspaw,and,withasmileofassumedmépris
contemptinwhichitdoesnotevenitselfbelieve,creepignominiouslyintoitsmouse-hole.Thereinitsnasty,stinking,undergroundhomeourinsulted,crushedandridiculedmousepromptlybecomesabsorbedincold,malignantand,aboveall,
éternelle
everlastingspite.Forfortyyearstogetheritwillrememberits
blessure
injurydowntothesmallest,mostignominiousdetails,andeverytimewilladd,ofitself,detailsstillmoreignominious,spitefullytaquinant
teasingandtormentingitselfwithitsownimagination.Itwillitselfbeashamedofitsimaginings,butyetitwill
souviendra
recallitall,itwillgooverandovereverydétail
detail,itwillinventunheardofthingsagainstitself,pretendingthatthosethingsmighthappen,andwillforgivenothing.Maybeitwillbegintorevengeitself,too,but,asitwere,piecemeal,intrivialways,frombehindthestove,incognito,withoutbelievingeitherinitsownrighttovengeance,orinthesuccessofitsrevenge,knowingthatfromallitseffortsatrevengeitwillsufferahundredtimesmorethanheonwhomitrevengesitself,whilehe,Idaresay,willnotevenscratchhimself.
Onitsdeathbeditwill
souviendra
recallitalloveragain,withinterestaccumulatedoveralltheyearsand...Butitisjustinthatcold,
abominable
abominablehalfdespair,halfbelief,inthatconscient
consciousburyingoneselfaliveforchagrin
griefintheunderworldforfortyyears,inthatacutelyreconnu
recognisedandyetpartlydoubtfulhopelessnessofone’sposition,inthathellofunsatisfieddesiresturnedinward,inthatfeverofoscillations,ofresolutionsdeterminedforeverandrepentedofagainaminutelater—thatthesavourofthatstrangeenjoymentofwhichIhavespokenlies.Itisso
subtil
subtle,sodifficultofanalysis,thatpersonswhoarealittlelimited,orevensimplypersonsofstrongnerves,willnotunderstandasingleatome
atomofit.“Possibly,”youwilladdonyourownaccountwitha
sourire
grin,“peoplewillnotunderstanditeitherwhohaveneverreceivedaclaque
slapintheface,”andinthatwayyouwillpolitelyhinttomethatI,too,perhaps,havehadtheexperienceofaclaque
slapinthefaceinmylife,andsoIspeakasonewhoknows.Ibetthatyouarethinkingthat.
Butsetyourmindsatrest,gentlemen,Ihavenotreceiveda
gifle
slapintheface,thoughitisabsolutelyamatterofindifferencetomewhatyoumaythinkaboutit.Possibly,Ievenregret,myself,thatIhavegivensofewslapsinthefaceduringmylife.
Butenough...
notanotherwordonthatsubjectofsuch
extrême
extremeinteresttoyou.Iwillcontinue
calmement
calmlyconcerningpersonswithstrongnerveswhodonotunderstandacertainrefinementofjouissance
enjoyment.Thoughincertaincircumstancesthesegentlemenbellowtheirloudestlikebulls,thoughthis,letussuppose,doesthemthegreatestcredit,yet,asIhavesaidalready,confrontedwiththeimpossibletheysubsideatonce.
Theimpossiblemeansthestonewall!
Whatstonewall?
Why,ofcourse,thelawsofnature,thedeductionsofnaturalscience,mathematics.