Pierre; or The Ambiguities. Melville Herman

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ secretary – I thus smiled as before; and just so I'd smile were I now hung up in the deepest dungeon of the Spanish Inquisition, Pierre; though suspended in outer darkness, still would I smile with this smile, though then not a soul should be near. Consider; for a smile is the chosen vehicle for all ambiguities, Pierre. When we would deceive, we smile; when we are hatching any nice little artifice, Pierre; only just a little gratifying our own sweet little appetites, Pierre; then watch us, and out comes the odd little smile. Once upon a time, there was a lovely young Frenchwoman, Pierre. Have you carefully, and analytically, and psychologically, and metaphysically, considered her belongings and surroundings, and all her incidentals, Pierre? Oh, a strange sort of story, that, thy dear old Aunt Dorothea once told thee, Pierre. I once knew a credulous old soul, Pierre. Probe, probe a little – see – there seems one little crack there, Pierre – a wedge, a wedge. Something ever comes of all persistent inquiry; we are not so continually curious for nothing, Pierre; not for nothing, do we so intrigue and become wily diplomatists, and glozers with our own minds, Pierre; and afraid of following the Indian trail from the open plain into the dark thickets, Pierre; but enough; a word to the wise.

      Thus sometimes in the mystical, outer quietude of the long country nights; either when the hushed mansion was banked round by the thick-fallen December snows, or banked round by the immovable white August moonlight; in the haunted repose of a wide story, tenanted only by himself; and sentineling his own little closet; and standing guard, as it were, before the mystical tent of the picture; and ever watching the strangely concealed lights of the meanings that so mysteriously moved to and fro within; thus sometimes stood Pierre before the portrait of his father, unconsciously throwing himself open to all those ineffable hints and ambiguities, and undefined half-suggestions, which now and then people the soul's atmosphere, as thickly as in a soft, steady snow-storm, the snow-flakes people the air. Yet as often starting from these reveries and trances, Pierre would regain the assured element of consciously bidden and self-propelled thought; and then in a moment the air all cleared, not a snow-flake descended, and Pierre, upbraiding himself for his self-indulgent infatuation, would promise never again to fall into a midnight revery before the chair-portrait of his father. Nor did the streams of these reveries seem to leave any conscious sediment in his mind; they were so light and so rapid, that they rolled their own alluvial along; and seemed to leave all Pierre's thought-channels as clean and dry as though never any alluvial stream had rolled there at all.

      And so still in his sober, cherishing memories, his father's beatification remained untouched; and all the strangeness of the portrait only served to invest his idea with a fine, legendary romance; the essence whereof was that very mystery, which at other times was so subtly and evilly significant.

      But now, now!– Isabel's letter read: swift as the first light that slides from the sun, Pierre saw all preceding ambiguities, all mysteries ripped open as if with a keen sword, and forth trooped thickening phantoms of an infinite gloom. Now his remotest infantile reminiscences – the wandering mind of his father – the empty hand, and the ashen – the strange story of Aunt Dorothea – the mystical midnight suggestions of the portrait itself; and, above all, his mother's intuitive aversion, all, all overwhelmed him with reciprocal testimonies.

      And now, by irresistible intuitions, all that had been inexplicably mysterious to him in the portrait, and all that had been inexplicably familiar in the face, most magically these now coincided; the merriness of the one not inharmonious with the mournfulness of the other, but by some ineffable correlativeness, they reciprocally identified each other, and, as it were, melted into each other, and thus interpenetratingly uniting, presented lineaments of an added supernaturalness.

      On all sides, the physical world of solid objects now slidingly displaced itself from around him, and he floated into an ether of visions; and, starting to his feet with clenched hands and outstaring eyes at the transfixed face in the air, he ejaculated that wonderful verse from Dante, descriptive of the two mutually absorbing shapes in the Inferno:

      "Ah! how dost thou change,

      Agnello! See! thou art not double now,

      Nor only one!"

      BOOK V.

      MISGIVINGS AND PREPARATIONS

I

      IT was long after midnight when Pierre returned to the house. He had rushed forth in that complete abandonment of soul, which, in so ardent a temperament, attends the first stages of any sudden and tremendous affliction; but now he returned in pallid composure, for the calm spirit of the night, and the then risen moon, and the late revealed stars, had all at last become as a strange subduing melody to him, which, though at first trampled and scorned, yet by degrees had stolen into the windings of his heart, and so shed abroad its own quietude in him. Now, from his height of composure, he firmly gazed abroad upon the charred landscape within him; as the timber man of Canada, forced to fly from the conflagration of his forests, comes back again when the fires have waned, and unblinkingly eyes the immeasurable fields of fire-brands that here and there glow beneath the wide canopy of smoke.

      Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.

      Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

      Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

      Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.

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

СКАЧАТЬ