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Notes from the Underground | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

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I
Iama
syk
sickman....
Iamaspiteful
mann
man.
Iamanunattractive
mann
man.
Ibelievemyliverisdiseased.
However,Iknow
ingenting
nothingatallaboutmydisease,
og
anddonotknowforcertainwhatailsme.
Idon’tconsult
en
adoctorforit,and
aldri
neverhave,thoughIhave
en
arespectformedicineanddoctors.
Besides,Iamextremelysuperstitious,sufficientlysotorespectmedicine,anyway
Jeg
(Iamwell-educatedenoughnottobesuperstitious,
men
butIamsuperstitious).
No,Irefusetoconsult
en
adoctorfromspite.
Thatyou
sannsynligvis
probablywillnotunderstand.
Well,I
forstår
understandit,though.
Ofcourse,Ican’texplain
hvem
whoitispreciselythatIammortifyingin
dette
thiscasebymyspite:
Iamperfectlywellaware
at
thatIcannot“payout”thedoctorsbynotconsulting
dem
them;
Iknowbetterthan
noen
anyonethatbyallthisIam
bare
onlyinjuringmyselfandnooneelse.
Men
Butstill,ifIdon’tconsult
en
adoctoritisfromspite.
Myliveris
dårlig
bad,well—letitgetworse!
I
har
havebeengoingonlikethatforalongtime—twentyyears.
Nå
NowIamforty.
I
pleide
usedtobeinthegovernmentservice,
men
butamnolonger.
Iwas
en
aspitefulofficial.
Iwasrude
og
andtookpleasureinbeingso.
Ididnot
tok
takebribes,yousee,soIwasboundto
finne
findarecompenseinthat,atleast.
(Apoorjest,
men
butIwillnotscratchit
ut
out.
Iwroteitthinkingit
ville
wouldsoundverywitty;
but
nå
nowthatIhaveseenmyselfthatI
bare
onlywantedtoshowoffin
en
adespicableway,Iwillnotscratchit
ut
outonpurpose!)
Whenpetitioners
pleide
usedtocomeforinformationtothetableat
der
whichIsat,Iusedtogrindmyteethat
dem
them,andfeltintenseenjoyment
når
whenIsucceededinmaking
noen
anybodyunhappy.
Ialmostdidsucceed.
Forthe
det meste
mostparttheywerealltimidpeople—of
selvfølgelig
course,theywerepetitioners.
Butof
de
theuppishonestherewas
en
oneofficerinparticularI
kunne
couldnotendure.
Hesimply
ville
wouldnotbehumble,andclankedhisswordin
en
adisgustingway.
Icarriedon
en
afeudwithhimforeighteenmonths
over
overthatsword.
AtlastI
fikk
gotthebetterofhim.
Heleftoffclanking
den
it.
Thathappenedinmyyouth,
skjønt
though.
Butdoyouknow,gentlemen,whatwasthechiefpoint
om
aboutmyspite?
Why,the
hele
wholepoint,therealstingofit
lå
layinthefactthatcontinually,eveninthe
øyeblikket
momentoftheacutestspleen,Iwasinwardlyconscious
med
withshamethatIwasnotonlynotaspiteful
men
butnotevenanembittered
mann
man,thatIwassimplyscaringsparrowsatrandom
og
andamusingmyselfbyit.
Imightfoamatthemouth,
men
butbringmeadollto
leke
playwith,givemeacupoftea
med
withsugarinit,andmaybeI
bør
shouldbeappeased.
Imight
selv
evenbegenuinelytouched,though
sannsynligvis
probablyIshouldgrindmyteethatmyselfafterwards
og
andlieawakeatnight
med
withshameformonthsafter.
Det
Thatwasmyway.
Iwas
løy
lyingwhenIsaidjust
nå
nowthatIwasaspitefulofficial.
Iwas
løy
lyingfromspite.
Iwassimplyamusingmyself
med
withthepetitionersandwiththeofficer,
og
andinrealityInever
kunne
couldbecomespiteful.
Iwasconscious
hvert
everymomentinmyselfof
mange
many,verymanyelementsabsolutelyoppositeto
det
that.
Ifeltthempositivelyswarmingin
meg
me,theseoppositeelements.
I
visste
knewthattheyhadbeenswarminginmeallmy
liv
lifeandcravingsomeoutletfromme,
men
butIwouldnotlet
dem
them,wouldnotletthem,purposely
ville
wouldnotletthemcome
ut
out.
TheytormentedmetillIwasashamed:
theydrovemetoconvulsionsand—sickened
meg
me,atlast,howtheysickened
meg
me!
Now,arenotyoufancying,gentlemen,
at
thatIamexpressingremorsefor
noe
somethingnow,thatIam
ber
askingyourforgivenessforsomething?
Iam
sikker
sureyouarefancyingthat...
However,IassureyouIdonotcare
om
ifyouare....
Itwasnot
bare
onlythatIcouldnot
bli
becomespiteful,Ididnot
visste
knowhowtobecomeanything;
neitherspitefulnor
snill
kind,neitherarascalnoranhonest
mann
man,neitheraheronoraninsect.
Nå
Now,Iamlivingoutmy
liv
lifeinmycorner,tauntingmyself
med
withthespitefulanduselessconsolationthat
en
anintelligentmancannotbecome
noe
anythingseriously,anditis
bare
onlythefoolwhobecomes
noe
anything.
Yes,amaninthenineteenthcentury
må
mustandmorallyoughttobepre-eminently
en
acharacterlesscreature;
amanofcharacter,anactive
mann
manispre-eminentlyalimitedcreature.
Det
Thatismyconvictionoffortyyears.
Iamfortyyears
gammel
oldnow,andyouknowfortyyearsis
et
awholelifetime;
youknowitisextremeoldage.
To
leve
livelongerthanfortyyearsis
dårlig
badmanners,isvulgar,immoral.
Hvem
Whodoeslivebeyondforty?
Svar
Answerthat,sincerelyandhonestlyI
vil
willtellyouwhodo:
fools
og
andworthlessfellows.
Itell
alle
alloldmenthattotheir
ansiktet
face,allthesevenerableoldmen,
alle
allthesesilver-hairedandreverendseniors!
I
sier
tellthewholeworldthattoits
ansiktet
face!
Ihavearightto
si
sayso,forIshallgoon
leve
livingtosixtymyself.
Toseventy!
Toeighty!
Hold
Stay,letmetakebreath...
Youimagine
ingen
nodoubt,gentlemen,thatI
ønsker
wanttoamuseyou.
Youaremistakenin
det
that,too.
Iamby
ingen
nomeanssuchamirthful
person
personasyouimagine,orasyou
kan
mayimagine;
however,irritatedbyall
denne
thisbabble(andIfeelthatyouareirritated)youthinkfitto
spørre
askmewhoIam—thenmy
svar
answeris,Iamacollegiateassessor.
Iwasin
den
theservicethatImight
ha
havesomethingtoeat(andsolelyfor
at
thatreason),andwhenlastyear
en
adistantrelationleftme
seks
sixthousandroublesinhiswillIimmediatelyretiredfrom
den
theserviceandsettleddowninmycorner.
I
pleide
usedtoliveinthiscorner
før
before,butnowIhavesettled
ned
downinit.
Myroomisawretched,horridoneintheoutskirtsofthe
byen
town.
Myservantisan
gammel
oldcountry-woman,ill-naturedfromstupidity,
og
and,moreover,thereisalwaysanastysmell
om
abouther.
IamtoldthatthePetersburgclimateis
dårlig
badforme,andthat
med
withmysmallmeansitis
veldig
veryexpensivetoliveinPetersburg.
I
vet
knowallthatbetterthanall
disse
thesesageandexperiencedcounsellors
og
andmonitors....
ButIamremaininginPetersburg;
Iamnot
går
goingawayfromPetersburg!
Iamnot
går
goingawaybecause...
ech!
Why,itisabsolutely
ingen
nomatterwhetherIam
går
goingawayornotgoing
bort
away.
Butwhatcanadecent
mann
manspeakofwithmostpleasure?
Svaret
Answer:
Ofhimself.
II
I
vil
wantnowtotellyou,gentlemen,whetheryoucareto
høre
hearitornot,whyI
kunne
couldnotevenbecomeaninsect.
I
sier
tellyousolemnly,thatI
har
havemanytimestriedto
bli
becomeaninsect.
ButIwasnotequal
selv
eventothat.
Iswear,gentlemen,
at
thattobetooconsciousis
en
anillness—arealthorough-goingillness.
Forman’severydayneeds,itwouldhavebeenquite
nok
enoughtohavetheordinary
menneskelige
humanconsciousness,thatis,half
eller
oraquarteroftheamountwhich
faller
fallstothelotofacultivated
mann
manofourunhappynineteenthcentury,especiallyonewhohasthefatalill-lucktoinhabitPetersburg,the
mest
mosttheoreticalandintentionaltownonthewholeterrestrialglobe.
(Thereareintentional
og
andunintentionaltowns.)
Itwould
ha
havebeenquiteenough,forinstance,to
ha
havetheconsciousnessbywhich
alle
allso-calleddirectpersonsandmenofaction
lever
live.
IbetyouthinkIam
skriver
writingallthisfromaffectation,tobewittyattheexpenseofmenofaction;
og
andwhatismore,thatfromill-bredaffectation,Iamclanking
et
aswordlikemyofficer.
Men
But,gentlemen,whoevercanpridehimselfonhisdiseases
og
andevenswaggeroverthem?
Om
Though,afterall,everyonedoes
gjør
dothat;
peopledopridethemselvesontheirdiseases,
og
andIdo,maybe,
mer
morethananyone.
Wewillnotdispute
det
it;
mycontentionwasabsurd.
ButyetIamfirmlypersuaded
at
thatagreatdealofconsciousness,
enhver
everysortofconsciousness,in
faktisk
fact,isadisease.
Istickto
det
that.
Letusleavethat,too,for
et
aminute.
Tellmethis:
hvorfor
whydoesithappenthatatthevery,
ja
yes,attheverymoments
når
whenIammostcapableoffeeling
hver
everyrefinementofallthatis“sublime
og
andbeautiful,”astheyusedto
si
sayatonetime,it
ville
would,asthoughofdesign,happentomenot
bare
onlytofeelbutto
gjøre
dosuchuglythings,suchthat...
Vel
Well,inshort,actionsthat
alle
all,perhaps,commit;
butwhich,as
om
thoughpurposely,occurredtomeatthevery
tidspunktet
timewhenIwasmostconsciousthattheyoughtnottobecommitted.
The
mer
moreconsciousIwasofgoodness
og
andofallthatwas“sublime
og
andbeautiful,”themoredeeplyIsankintomymire
og
andthemorereadyIwastosinkinitaltogether.
Men
Butthechiefpointwasthat
alt
allthiswas,asitwere,notaccidentalin
meg
me,butasthoughitwereboundtobeso.
Itwasas
om
thoughitweremymostnormalcondition,
og
andnotintheleastdisease
eller
ordepravity,sothatatlast
alt
alldesireinmetostruggle
mot
againstthisdepravitypassed.
It
endte
endedbymyalmostbelieving
Kanskje
(perhapsactuallybelieving)thatthiswas
kanskje
perhapsmynormalcondition.
Butatfirst,in
den
thebeginning,whatagoniesIenduredinthatstruggle!
Ididnot
trodde
believeitwasthesame
med
withotherpeople,andallmy
liv
lifeIhidthisfact
om
aboutmyselfasasecret.
Iwasashamed(even
nå
now,perhaps,Iamashamed):
Igottothepointoffeeling
en
asortofsecretabnormal,despicableenjoymentinreturning
hjem
hometomycorneron
noen
somedisgustingPetersburgnight,acutelyconsciousthatthat
dagen
dayIhadcommittedaloathsomeaction
igjen
again,thatwhatwasdone
kunne
couldneverbeundone,andsecretly,inwardlygnawing,gnawingatmyselfforit,tearing
og
andconsumingmyselftillatlastthebitternessturnedinto
en
asortofshamefulaccursedsweetness,
og
andatlast—intopositiverealenjoyment!
Ja
Yes,intoenjoyment,intoenjoyment!
Iinsistupon
det
that.
Ihavespokenof
dette
thisbecauseIkeepwantingto
vite
knowforafactwhether
andre
otherpeoplefeelsuchenjoyment?
I
vil
willexplain;
theenjoymentwas
bare
justfromthetoointenseconsciousnessofone’s
egen
owndegradation;
itwasfromfeelingoneselfthat
man
onehadreachedthelastbarrier,thatitwashorrible,
men
butthatitcouldnotbeotherwise;
thattherewasnoescapeforyou;
at
thatyounevercouldbecome
en
adifferentman;
thateven
om
iftimeandfaithwere
fortsatt
stillleftyoutochangeintosomethingdifferentyou
ville
wouldmostlikelynotwishto
forandre
change;
orifyoudid
ønsket
wishto,eventhenyou
ville
woulddonothing;
becauseperhapsinreality
det
therewasnothingforyouto
forandre
changeinto.
Andtheworstofitwas,
og
andtherootofit
alt
all,thatitwasallinaccord
med
withthenormalfundamentallawsofover-acuteconsciousness,
og
andwiththeinertiathatwasthedirectresultofthoselaws,
og
andthatconsequentlyonewasnot
bare
onlyunabletochangebut
kunne
coulddoabsolutelynothing.
Thusit
ville
wouldfollow,astheresultofacuteconsciousness,thatoneisnottoblameinbeingascoundrel;
as
om
thoughthatwereanyconsolationtothescoundrel
når
oncehehascometorealisethathe
faktisk
actuallyisascoundrel.
But
nok
enough....
Ech,Ihavetalkeda
mye
lotofnonsense,butwhat
har
haveIexplained?
Howisenjoymentin
dette
thistobeexplained?
ButI
vil
willexplainit.
Iwill
komme
gettothebottomof
det
it!
ThatiswhyI
har
havetakenupmypen....
Jeg
I,forinstance,havea
stor
greatdealofamourpropre.
Iamassuspicious
og
andpronetotakeoffenceas
en
ahumpbackoradwarf.
Men
ButuponmywordI
noen ganger
sometimeshavehadmomentswhen
hvis
ifIhadhappenedtobeslappedinthe
ansiktet
faceIshould,perhaps,havebeenpositivelygladof
det
it.
Isay,inearnest,
at
thatIshouldprobablyhavebeen
stand
abletodiscoverevenin
at
thatapeculiarsortofenjoyment—theenjoyment,of
selvfølgelig
course,ofdespair;
butindespair
det
therearethemostintenseenjoyments,especially
når
whenoneisveryacutelyconsciousof
de
thehopelessnessofone’sposition.
Og
Andwhenoneisslappedintheface—whythentheconsciousnessofbeingrubbedintoapulp
ville
wouldpositivelyoverwhelmone.
Theworstofit
er
is,lookatitwhich
vei
wayonewill,itstillturnsoutthatIwas
alltid
alwaysthemosttoblamein
alt
everything.
Andwhatismosthumiliatingof
alt
all,toblamefornofaultofmy
egen
ownbut,sotosay,
gjennom
throughthelawsofnature.
Inthe
første
firstplace,toblamebecauseIamcleverer
enn
thananyofthepeoplesurrounding
meg
me.
(Ihavealwaysconsideredmyselfcleverer
enn
thananyofthepeoplesurrounding
meg
me,andsometimes,wouldyou
tro
believeit,havebeenpositivelyashamedof
det
it.
Atanyrate,I
har
haveallmylife,asitwere,turnedmyeyes
bort
awayandnevercouldlook
folk
peoplestraightintheface.)
Toblame,finally,
fordi
becauseevenifIhadhadmagnanimity,Ishould
bare
onlyhavehadmoresufferingfromthesenseofitsuselessness.
Ishouldcertainly
ha
haveneverbeenableto
gjøre
doanythingfrombeingmagnanimous—neithertoforgive,formyassailant
ville
wouldperhapshaveslappedmefromthelawsofnature,
og
andonecannotforgivethelawsofnature;
norto
glemme
forget,forevenifitwereowingtothelawsofnature,itisinsulting
alt
allthesame.
Finally,even
om
ifIhadwantedtobe
noe
anythingbutmagnanimous,haddesiredonthecontrarytorevengemyselfonmyassailant,I
kunne
couldnothaverevengedmyselfon
noen
anyoneforanythingbecauseIshouldcertainly
aldri
neverhavemadeupmymindto
gjøre
doanything,evenifIhadbeen
stand
ableto.
WhyshouldInot
ha
havemadeupmymind?
III
Med
Withpeoplewhoknowhowtorevengethemselves
og
andtostandupforthemselvesingeneral,
hvordan
howisitdone?
Why,whentheyarepossessed,
la
letussuppose,bythefeelingofrevenge,thenforthe
tiden
timethereisnothingelsebutthatfeeling
la
leftintheirwholebeing.
Slik
Suchagentlemansimplydashesstraightforhisobject
som
likeaninfuriatedbullwithitshorns
ned
down,andnothingbutawall
vil
willstophim.
(Bytheway:
facing
de
thewall,suchgentlemen—thatis,
de
the“direct”personsandmenofaction—aregenuinelynonplussed.
Forthemawallisnotanevasion,asforus
mennesker
peoplewhothinkandconsequently
gjør
donothing;
itisnotan
unnskyldning
excuseforturningaside,an
unnskyldning
excuseforwhichweare
alltid
alwaysveryglad,thoughwescarcely
tror
believeinitourselves,asarule.
Nei
No,theyarenonplussedinallsincerity.
Thewall
har
hasforthemsomethingtranquillising,morallysoothing,final—maybeeven
noe
somethingmysterious...
butofthewalllater.)
Vel
Well,suchadirectpersonIregardas
den
therealnormalman,ashistender
moder
mothernaturewishedtoseehim
da
whenshegraciouslybroughthimintobeingon
den
theearth.
Ienvysuch
en
amantillIamgreeninthe
ansiktet
face.
Heisstupid.
Iamnotdisputing
det
that,butperhapsthenormal
mannen
manshouldbestupid,howdoyouknow?
Kanskje
Perhapsitisverybeautiful,in
faktisk
fact.
AndIamthe
mer
morepersuadedofthatsuspicion,ifone
kan
cancallitso,bythe
faktum
factthatifyoutake,forinstance,theantithesisofthenormal
mennesket
man,thatis,themanofacuteconsciousness,who
har
hascome,ofcourse,not
ut
outofthelapofnature
men
butoutofaretort(thisis
nesten
almostmysticism,gentlemen,butIsuspectthis,too),thisretort-made
mennesket
manissometimessononplussedinthepresenceofhisantithesisthat
med
withallhisexaggeratedconsciousnesshegenuinely
tenker
thinksofhimselfasamouse
og
andnotaman.
It
kan
maybeanacutelyconsciousmouse,
men
yetitisamouse,
mens
whiletheotherisaman,
og
andtherefore,etcaetera,etcaetera.
Og
Andtheworstofit
er
is,hehimself,hisvery
eget
ownself,looksonhimselfas
en
amouse;
nooneaskshimto
gjøre
doso;
andthatis
et
animportantpoint.
Nowletus
se
lookatthismouseinaction.
La
Letussuppose,forinstance,
at
thatitfeelsinsulted,too
Og
(anditalmostalwaysdoes
føler
feelinsulted),andwantstorevengeitself,too.
There
kan
mayevenbeagreateraccumulationofspiteinit
enn
thaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.
Thebase
og
andnastydesiretoventthatspiteonitsassailantrankles
kanskje
perhapsevenmorenastilyinit
enn
thaninl’hommedelanatureetdelavérité.
For
gjennom
throughhisinnatestupiditythelatter
ser
looksuponhisrevengeasjusticepure
og
andsimple;
whileinconsequenceofhisacuteconsciousnessthemousedoesnot
tror
believeinthejusticeof
det
it.
Tocomeatlasttothedeeditself,totheveryactofrevenge.
Apartfromtheonefundamentalnastinessthelucklessmousesucceedsincreating
rundt
arounditsomanyothernastinessesintheformofdoubts
og
andquestions,addstotheonequestionso
mange
manyunsettledquestionsthatthereinevitably
arbeider
worksuparounditasortoffatalbrew,astinkingmess,made
opp
upofitsdoubts,emotions,
og
andofthecontemptspatuponitbythedirectmenofactionwho
står
standsolemnlyaboutitasjudges
og
andarbitrators,laughingatittilltheirhealthysidesache.
Of
selvfølgelig
coursetheonlythingleftforitistodismiss
alt
allthatwithawaveofitspaw,
og
and,withasmileofassumedcontemptinwhichitdoesnotevenitself
tror
believe,creepignominiouslyintoitsmouse-hole.
Der
Thereinitsnasty,stinking,underground
hjem
homeourinsulted,crushedandridiculedmousepromptly
blir
becomesabsorbedincold,malignant
og
and,aboveall,everlastingspite.
Forfortyyears
sammen
togetheritwillrememberitsinjury
ned
downtothesmallest,mostignominiousdetails,
og
andeverytimewilladd,ofitself,details
fortsatt
stillmoreignominious,spitefullyteasing
og
andtormentingitselfwithits
egen
ownimagination.
Itwillitselfbeashamedofitsimaginings,butyetit
vil
willrecallitall,it
vil
willgooverandover
hver
everydetail,itwillinventunheardofthings
mot
againstitself,pretendingthatthosethings
kan
mighthappen,andwillforgive
noe
nothing.
Maybeitwillbegintorevengeitself,too,
men
but,asitwere,piecemeal,intrivialways,from
bak
behindthestove,incognito,withoutbelieving
enten
eitherinitsownrighttovengeance,
eller
orinthesuccessofitsrevenge,knowingthatfrom
alle
allitseffortsatrevengeit
vil
willsufferahundredtimes
mer
morethanheonwhomitrevengesitself,
mens
whilehe,Idaresay,willnotevenscratchhimself.
Onitsdeathbedit
vil
willrecallitallover
nytt
again,withinterestaccumulatedover
alle
alltheyearsand...
Butitis
akkurat
justinthatcold,abominable
halve
halfdespair,halfbelief,inthatconsciousburyingoneself
levende
aliveforgriefintheunderworldforfortyyears,inthatacutelyrecognised
og
andyetpartlydoubtfulhopelessnessofone’sposition,inthathellofunsatisfieddesiresturnedinward,inthatfeverofoscillations,ofresolutionsdeterminedforever
og
andrepentedofagaina
minutt
minutelater—thatthesavourofthatstrangeenjoymentofwhichI
har
havespokenlies.
Itissosubtle,sodifficultofanalysis,that
personer
personswhoarealittlelimited,
eller
orevensimplypersonsofstrongnerves,
vil
willnotunderstandasingleatomofit.
“Possibly,”you
vil
willaddonyourownaccount
med
withagrin,“peoplewillnot
forstå
understanditeitherwhohave
aldri
neverreceivedaslapintheface,”
og
andinthatwayyou
vil
willpolitelyhinttomethat
Jeg
I,too,perhaps,havehadtheexperienceofaslapinthe
ansiktet
faceinmylife,andsoI
snakker
speakasonewhoknows.
Ibetthatyouare
tenker
thinkingthat.
Butsetyourmindsatrest,gentlemen,I
har
havenotreceivedaslapinthe
ansiktet
face,thoughitisabsolutely
en
amatterofindifferencetomewhatyou
kanskje
maythinkaboutit.
Possibly,I
selv
evenregret,myself,thatI
har
havegivensofewslapsinthe
ansiktet
faceduringmylife.
But
nok
enough...
notanotherwordon
det
thatsubjectofsuchextremeinteresttoyou.
I
vil
willcontinuecalmlyconcerningpersons
med
withstrongnerveswhodonot
forstår
understandacertainrefinementofenjoyment.
Om
Thoughincertaincircumstancesthesegentlemenbellowtheirloudestlikebulls,
om
thoughthis,letussuppose,
gjør
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Hvorfor
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