{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3740", "width": "2095", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "SARTOR/ RE SARTUS;\\nTHS\\nLIFE AND OPINIONS\\nOP\\nHERR TEUFELSDROCKH\\nIN THREE BOOKS.\\nBY THOMAS CARLYLE,\\nAUTHOR OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, PAST AND PRESENT, C. *C.\\nMein Vermachtniss, wie herrlich weit und breit\\nDie Zeit ist mein Vermachtniss, mein Acker ist die Zeit.\\nPROM THE LAST LONDON EDITION, REVISED AND CORRECTED BY THE AOTHOR.\\nBOSTOiN:\\nJAMES MUNROE AND COMPANY\\n1846.", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "V .i A cHiif \u00e2\u0080\u00a2:;l;", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "i I 5\\ni-er:::\\nCONTENTS\\nBOOK I.\\nPage\\nChapter I. Preliminary 5\\nII. Editorial Difficulties 7\\nIII. Reminiscences 10\\nIV. Characteristics ,15\\nV. The World in Clothes ,19\\nVI. Aprons 22\\nVII. Miscellaneous-historical 23\\nVIII. The World out of Clothes 25\\nIX. Adamitism 28\\nX. Pure Reason 30\\nXI. Prospective 33\\nBOOK II.\\nChapter I. Genesis 38\\nII. Idyllic 42\\nIII. Pedagogy 46\\nIV. Getting under Way 54\\nV. Romance .60\\nVI. Sorrows of Teufelsdrockh 67\\nVII. The everlasting No 71\\nVIII. Centre of Indifference 75\\nIX. The everlasting Yea 81\\nX. Pause 87\\nBOOK III.\\nChapter I. Incident in Modem History 92\\nII. Church Clothes 94\\nIII. Symbols 96\\nIV. Helotage 100\\nV. ThePhcEnix 102\\nVI. Old Clothes 105\\nVII. Organic Filaments 107\\nVIII. Natural Supernaturalism 112\\nIX. Circumspective 117\\nX. The Dandiacal Body 119\\nXI. Tailors 126\\nXII. Farewell 127", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nBOOK I.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nPRELIMINARY.\\nConsidering our present advanced state of culture, and Ifow the Torch\\nof Science has now been brandished and borne about, with more or less\\neffect, for five thousand years and upwards how, in these times espe-\\ncially, not only the Torch still burns, and perhaps more fiercely than\\never, but innumerable Rush-lights and Sulphur-matches, kindled there-\\nat, are also glancing in every direction, so that not the smallest cranny\\nor doghole in Nature or Art can remain unilluminated, it might strike\\nthe reflective mind with some surprise that hitherto little or nothing of\\na fundamental character, whether in the way of Philosophy or History,\\nhas been written on the subject of Clothes.\\nOur Theory of Gravitation is as good as perfect: Lagrange, it is well\\nknown, has proved that the Planetary System, on this scheme, will en-\\ndure for ever Laplace, still more cunningly, even guesses that it could\\nnot have been made on any other scheme. Whereby, at least, our nau-\\ntical Logbooks can be better kept and water transport of all kinds has\\ngrown more commodious. Of Geology and Geognosy we know enough\\nwhat with the labors of our Werners and Huttons, what with the ardent\\ngenius of their disciples, it has come about that now, to many a Royal\\nSociety, the Creation of a World is little more mysterious than the\\ncooking of a Dampling; concerning which last, indeed, there have been\\nminds to whom the question. How the Apples were got in, presented difficul-\\nties. Why mention our disquisitions on the Social Contract, on the\\nStandard of Taste, on the Migrations of the Herring 1 Then, have we\\nnot a Doctrine of Rent; a Theory of Value; Philosophies of Language,\\nof History, of Pottery, of Apparitions, of Intoxicating Liquors 1 Man s\\nwhole life and environment have been laid open and elucidated scarcely\\na fragment or fibre of his Soul, Body, and Possessions, but has been\\nprobed, dissected, distilled, desiccated, and scientifically decomposed:\\nour spiritual Faculties, of which it appears there are not a few, have\\ntheir Stewarts, Cousins, Royer Collards: every cellular, vascular, mus-\\ncular Tissue glories in its Lawrences, Majendies, Bichats.\\nHow, then, comes it, may the reflective mind repeat, that the grand\\nTissue of all Tissues, the only real Tissue should have been quite over-\\nlooked by Science,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the vestural Tissue, namely, of woollen or other\\ncloth; which Man s Soul wears as its outmost wrappage and overall\\nwheitein his whole other Tissues are included and screened, his whole\\nFaculties work, his whole Self lives, moves, and has its being 1 For if,\\n1*", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "6 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nnow and tlien, some straggling broken- winged thinker has cast an owl s\\nglance into this obscure region, the most have soared over it altogether\\nheedless; regarding Clothes as a property, not an accident, as quite na-\\ntural and spontaneous, like the leaves of trees, like the plumage of birds.\\nIn all speculations they have tacitly figured man as a Clothed Animal;\\nwhereas he is by nature a Naked Animal; and only in certain circum-\\nstances, by purpose and device, masks himself in Clothes. Shakspeare\\nsays, we are creatures that look before and after: the more surprising\\nthat we do not look round a little, and see what is passing under our\\nvery eyes.\\nBut here, as in so many other cases, Germany, learned, indefatigable,\\ndeep-thinking Germany comes to our aid. It is, after all, a blessing\\nthat, in these revolutionary times, there should be one country where\\nabstract Thought can still lake shelter that while the din and frenzy\\nof Catholic Emancipations, and Rotten Boroughs, and Revolts of Paris,\\ndeafen every French and every English ear, the German can stand\\npeaceful on his scientific watch-tower and, to the raging, struggling\\nmultitude here and elsewhere, solemnly, from hour to hour, with pre-\\nparatory blast of cowhorn, emit his Horet ihr Herren und lasseVs Euch\\nsagen in other words, tell the Universe, which so often forgets that\\nfact, what o clock it really is. Not unfrequently the Germans have been\\nblamed for an unprofitable diligence; as if they struck into devious\\ncourses, where nothing was to be had but the toil of a rough journey\\nas if, forsaking the gold mines of Finance, and that political slaughter\\nof fat oxen whereby a man himself grows fat, they were apt to run\\ngoose-hunting into regions of bilberries and crowberries, and be swal-\\nlowed up at last in remote peat-bogs. Of that unwise science, which,\\nas our Humorist expresses it,\\nBy Geometric scale,\\nDoth take the size of pots of ale,\\nStill more, of that altogether misdirected industry, which is seen vigor-\\nously enough thrashing mere straw, there can nothing defensive be said.\\nIn so far as the Germans are chargeable with such, let them take the\\nconsequence. Nevertheless be it remarked, that even a Russian steppe\\nhas tumuli and gold ornaments also many a scene that looks desert and\\nrock-bound from the distance, will unfold itself, when visited, into rare\\nvalleys. Nay, in any case, would Criticism erect not only finger-posts\\nand turnpikes, but spiked gates and impassable barriers, for the mind\\nof man It is written, Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge\\nshall be increased. Surely the plain rule is, Let each considerate per-\\nson have his way, and see what it will lead to. For not this man and\\nthat man, but all men make up mankind, and their united tasks the task\\nof mankind. How often have we seen some such adventurous, and\\nperhaps much-censured wanderer light on some outlying, neglected, yet\\nvitally momentous province the hidden treasures of which he first dis-\\ncovered, and kept proclaiming till the general eye and efibrt were di-\\nrected thither, and the conquest was completed thereby, in these his\\nseemingly so aimless rambles, planting new standards, founding new\\nhabitable colonies, in the immeasurable circumambient realm of Noth-\\ningness and Night 1 Wise man was he who counselled that Specula-\\ntion should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-\\ntwo points of the compass, whithersoever and howsoever it listed.\\nPerhaps it is proof of the stinted condition in which pure Science,\\nespecially pure moral Science, languishes among us English and how\\nour mercantile greatness, and invaluable Constitution, impressing a po-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PRELIMINARY. 7\\nlitical or other immediately practical tendency o^ all English culture and\\nendeavor, cramps the free flight of Thought, that this, not Philosophy\\nof Clothes, but recognition even that we have no sach Philosophy, stands\\nhere for the first time published in our language. What English intel-\\nlect could have chosen such a topic, or by chance stumbled on it 1 But\\nfor that same unshackled, and even sequestered condition of the German\\nLearned, which permits and induces them to fish in all manner of\\nwaters, with all manner of nets, it seems probable enough, this abstruse\\nInquiry might, in spite of the results it leads to, have continued dormant\\nfor indefinite periods. The Editor of these sheets, though otherwise\\nboasting himself a man of confirmed speculative habits, and perhaps\\ndiscursive enough, is free to confess, that never, till these last months,\\ndid the above very plain considerations, on our total want of a Philoso-\\nphy of Clothes, occur to him and then, by quite foreign suggestion. By\\nthe arrival, namely, of a new Book from Professor Teufelsdrockh of\\nWeissnichtwo treating expressly of this subject and in a style which,\\nwhether understood or not, could not even by the blindest be overlooked.\\nIn the present Editor s way of thought, this remarkable Treatise, with\\nits Doctrines, whether as judicially acceded to, or judicially denied, has\\nnot remained without eifect.\\nDie Kleider, ihr Werden und Wirken (Clothes, their Origin and In-\\nfluence) von Diog Teufelsdr dcJch, J. U. D. etc. Stillschweigen und\\nCognie. Weissnichtwo, 1831:\\nHere, says the Weissnichtwo^ sche Anzeiger, comes a Volume of\\nthat extensive, close-printed, close-meditated sort, which, be it spoken\\nwith pride, is seen only in Germany, perhaps only in Weissnichtwo.\\nIssuing from the hitherto irreproachable Firm of Stillschweigen and\\nCompany, with every external furtherance, it is of such internal quality\\nas to set Neglect at defiance. a work, concludes the\\nwell nigh enthusiastic Reviewer, interesting alike to the antiquary, the\\nhistorian, and the philosophic thinker a master-piece of boldness, lynx-\\neyed acuteness, and rugged independent Germanism and Philanthropy\\n(derben Kerndeutschheit und Menschenliebe) which will not, assuredly,\\npass current without opposition in high places but must and will exalt\\nthe almost new name of Teufelsdrockh to the first ranks of Philosophy,\\nin our German Temple of Honor.\\nMindful of old friendship, the distinguished Professor, in this the first\\nblaze of his fame, which however does not dazzle him, sends hither a\\nPresentation Copy of his Book; with compliments and encomiums\\nwhich modesty forbids the present Editor to rehearse yet without indi-\\ncated wish or hope of any kind, except what may be implied in the con-\\ncluding phrase Mochte es (this remarkable Treatise) auchim Brittischen\\nBoden sredeihen\\nCHAPTER II.\\nEDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES.\\nIf for a speculative man, whose seedfield, in the sublime words of\\nthe Poet, is Time, no conquest is important but that of new Ideas,\\nthen might the arrival of Professor Teufelsdrockh s Book be marked\\nwith chalk in the Editor s Calendar. It is indeed an extensive Vol-\\nume, of boundless, almost formless contents, a very Sea of Thought;\\nneither calm nor clear, if you will; yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver\\nmay dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea- wreck but\\nwith true orients.\\nDirectly on the first perusal, almost on the first deliberate inspection,", "height": "3452", "width": "2013", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nit became apparent thaf here a quite new Branch of Philosophy, leading\\nto as yet undescried ulterior results, was disclosed farther, what seemed\\nscarcely less interesting, a quite new human Individuality, an almost\\nunexampled personal character, that, namely, of Professor Teufelsdrockh\\nthe Discloser. Of both which novelties, as far as might be possible, we\\nresolved to master the significance. But as man is emphatically a Pro-\\nselytising creature, no sooner was such mastery even fairly attempted,\\nthan the new quesiion arose How might this acquired good be impart-\\ned to others, perhaps in equal need thereof; how could the Philosophy\\nof Clothes and the Author of such Philosophy be brought home, in any\\nmeasure, to the business and bosoms of our own English nation For\\nif new-got gold is said to burn the pockets till it be cast forth into circu-\\nlation, much more may new Truth.\\nHere, however, difliculties occurred. The first thought naturally was\\nto publish Article after Article on this remarkable Volume, in such\\nwidely-circulating Critical Journals as the Editor might stand connected\\nwith, or by money or love procure access to. But, on the other hand,\\nwas it not clear that such matter as must here be revealed and treated\\nof might endanger the circulation of any Journal extant If, indeed,\\nthe whole parties of the State could have been abolished, Whig, Tory,\\nand Radical, embracing in discrepant union and the whole Journals\\nof the Nation could have been jumbled into one Journal, and the Philo-\\nsophy of Clothes poured forth in incessant torrents therefrom, the\\nattempt had seemed possible. But, alas, what vehicle of that sort have\\nwe, except Frazer s Magazine 7 A vehicle all strewed (figuratively\\nspeaking) with the maddest Waterloo-Crackers, exploding distractively\\nand destructively, wheresoever the mystified passenger stands or sits\\nnay, in any case, understood to be, of late years, a vehicle full to over-\\nflowing, and inexorably shut! Besides, to state the Philosophy of\\nClothes without the Philosopher, the ideas of Teufelsdrockh without\\nsomething of his personality, was it not to insure both of entire misap-\\nprehension 1 Now for Biography, had it been otherwise admissible,\\nthere were no adequate documents, no hope of obtaining such, but rather\\nowing to circumstances, a special despair. Thus did the Editor see him-\\nself, for the while, shut out from all public utterance of these extraordi-\\nnary Doctrines, and constrained to revolve them, not without disquietude,\\nin the dark depths of his own mind.\\nSo had it lasted for some months and now the Volume on Clothes,\\nread and again read, was in several points becoming lucid and lucent\\nthe personality of its Author more and more surprising, but, in spite of\\nall that memory and conjecture could do, more and more enigmatic\\nwhereby the old disquietude seemed fast settling into fixed discontent,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094when altogether unexpectedly arrives a Letter from Herr Hofrath\\nHeuschrecke, our Professor s chief friend and associate in Weissnich-\\ntwo, with v/hom we had not previously corresponded. The Hofrath,\\nafter much quite extraneous matter, began dilating largely on the agi-\\ntation and attention which the Philosophy of Clothes was exciting in\\nits own German Republic of Letters on the deep significance and ten-\\ndency of his Friend s Volume; and then, at length, with great circum-\\nlocution, hinted at the practicability of conveying some knowledge of\\nit, and of him, to England, and through England to the distant West:\\na Work on Professor Teufelsdrockh were undoubtedly welcome to\\nthe Family, the National, or any other of those patriotic Libraries, at\\npresent the glory of British Literature; might work revolutions in\\nThought and so forth in conclusion, intimating not obscm^ely, that\\nshould the present Editor feel disposed to undertake a Biography of\\nTeufelsdrockh, he, Hofrath Heuschrecke, had it in his power to furnish\\nthe requisite Documents.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "EDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES. 9\\nAs in some chemical mixture, that has stood long evaporating, but\\nwould not crystallise, instantly when the wire or other Used substance\\nis introduced, crystallisation commences, and rapidly proceeds till the\\nwhole is finished, so was it with the Editor s mind and this oiFer of\\nHeuschrecke s. Form rose out of void solution and discontinuity like\\nunited itself with like in definite arrangement and soon either in actual\\nvision and possession, or in fixed reasonable hope, the image of the whole\\nEnterprise had shaped itself, so to speak, into a solid mass. Cautiously\\nyet courageously, through the twopenny post, application to the famed re-\\ndoubtable Oliver Yorke was now made an interview, interviews with\\nthat singular man have taken place; with more of assurance on our side,\\nwith less of satire (at least of open satire) on his, than we anticipated\\nfor the rest, with such issue as is now visible. As to those same pa-\\ntriotic Libraries,^^ the Hofrath s counsel could only be viewed with\\nsilent amazement but with his offer of Documents we joyfully and al-\\nmost instantaneously closed. Thus, too, in the sure expectation of these,\\nwe already see our task begun and this our Sartor Resartus, which is\\nproperly a Life and Opinions of Herr Teufelsdrockh, hourly ad-\\nvancing.\\nOf our fitness for the Enterprise, to which we have such title and avo-\\ncation, it were perhaps uninteresting to say more. Let the British reader\\nstudy and enjoy, in simplicity of heart, what is here presented him, and\\nwith whatever metaphysical acumen and talent for Meditation he is\\npossessed of. Let him strive to keep a free, open sense cleared from\\nthe mists of Prejudice, above all from the paralysis of Cant; and direct-\\ned rather to the Book itself than to the Editor of the Book. Who or\\nwhat such Editor may be, must remain conjectural, and even insignifi-\\ncant:* it is a Voice publishing tidings of the Philosophy of Clothes; un-\\ndoubtedly a Spirit addressing Spirits whoso hath ears let him hear.\\nOn one other point the Editor thinks it needful to give warning:\\nnamely, that he is animated with a true though perhaps a feeble at-\\ntachment to the Institutions of our Ancestors and minded to defend\\nthese, according to ability, at all hazards nay, it was partly with a view\\nto such defence that he engaged in this undertaking. To stem, or if\\nthat be impossible, profitably to divert the current of Innovation, such a\\nVolume as Teufelsdrockh s, if cunningly planted down, were no despi-\\ncable pile, or floodgate, in the Logical wear.\\nFor the rest, be it nowise apprehended, that any personal connection\\nof ours with Teufelsdrockh, Heuschrecke, or this Philosophy of Clothes,\\ncan pervert our judgment, or sway us to extenuate or exaggerate. Pow-\\nerless, we venture to promise, are those private Compliments themselves.\\nGrateful they may well be as generous illusions of friendship as fair\\nmementos of bygone unions, of those nights and suppers of the gods,\\nwhen lapped in the symphonies and harmonies of Philosophic Eloquence,\\nthough with baser accompaniments, the present Editor revelled in that\\nfeast of reason, never since vouchsafed him in so full measure! But\\nwhat then*? Amicus Plato, magis arnica Veritas; Teufelsdrockh is our\\nfriend. Truth is our divinity. In our historical and critical capacity,\\nwe hope, we are strangers to all the world have feud or favor with no\\none, save indeed the Devil, with whom as with the Prince of Lies and\\nDarkness we do at all times wage internecine war. This assurance, at\\nan epoch when Puffery and Cluackery have reached a height unexam-\\npled in the annals of mankind, and even English Editors, like Chinese\\nShopkeepers, must write on their door-lintels, No cheating here, we\\nthought it good to premise.\\nWith us even he still communicates in some sort of mask, or muffler and, we\\nhave reason to think, under a feigned name O. Y.", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nCHAPTERIII.\\nREMINISCENCES.\\nTo the Author s private circle the appearance of this singular Work\\non Clothes must have occasioned little less surprise than it has to the\\nrest of the world. For ourselves, at least, few things have been more\\nunexpected. Professor Teufelsdrockh, at the period of our acquaint-\\nance with him, seemed to lead a quite still and self-contained life a man\\ndevoted to the higher Philosophies, indeed yet more likely, if he pub-\\nlished at all, to publish a Refutation of Hegel and Bardili, both of whom,\\nstrangely enough, he included under a common ban than to descend,\\nas he has here done, into the angry noisy Forum, with an Argument\\nthat cannot but exasperate and divide. Not, that we can remember, was\\nthe Philosophy of Clothes once touched upon between us. If through\\nthe high, silent, meditative Transcendentalism of our Friend we detect-\\ned any practical tendency whatever, it was at most Political, and to-\\nwards a certain prospective, and for the present quite speculative. Radi-\\ncalism as indeed some correspondence, on his part, with Hen Oken of\\nJena was now and then suspected though his special contributions to\\nthe Isis could never be more than surmised at. But, at all events, nothing\\nMoral, still less anything Didactico-Religious, was looked for from him.\\nWell do we recollect the last words he spoke in our hearing which\\nindeed, with the Night they were utttered in, are to be for ever remem-\\nbered. Lifting his huge tumbler of Gukguk* and for a moment lower-\\ning his tobacco-pipe, he stood up in full coflfee-house (it was Zum Grunen\\nGanse, the largest in Weissnichtwo, where all the Virtuosity and nearly\\nall the Intellect of the place assembled of an evening) and there, with\\nlow, soul-stirring tone, and the look truly of an angel, though whether\\nof a white or of a black one might be dubious, proposed this toast Die\\nSache der Arrnen in Gottes U7id TeufeU Namen (The Cause of the Poor\\nin Heaven s name and s) One full shout, breaking the leaden\\nsilence then a gurgle of innumerable emptying bumpers, again follow-\\ned by universal cheering, returned him loud acclaim. It was the finale\\nof the night resuming their pipes in the highest enthusiasm, amid vo-\\nlumes of tobacco-smoke triumphant, cloudcapt without and within, the\\nassembly broke up, each to his thoughtful pillow. Bleibt dock ein echter\\nSpass-und Galgen-vogel, said several meaning thereby that, one day,\\nhe would probably be hanged for his democratic sentiments. Wo stecU\\nder Schalkl added they, looking round: but Teufelsdrockh had retired\\nby private alleys, and the Compiler of these pages beheld him no more.\\nIn such scenes has it been our lot to live with this Philosopher, such\\nestimate to form of his purposes and powers. And yet, thou brave Teu-\\nfelsdrockh, who could tell what lurked in thee 1 Under those thick\\nlocks of thine, so long and lank, overlapping roof- wise the gravest face\\nwe ever in this world saw, there dwelt a most busy brain. In thy eyes,\\ntoo, deep under their shaggy brows, and looking out so still and dreamy,\\nhave we not noticed gleams of an ethereal or else a diabolic fire, and\\nhalf fancied that their stillness was but the rest of infinite motion, the\\nsleep of a spinning top*? Thy little figure, there as in loose, ill-brushed,\\nthreadbare habiliments, thou sattest, amid litter and lumber, whole days,\\nto think and smoke tobacco, held in it a mighty heart. The secrets\\nof man s Life were laid open to thee thou sawest into the mystery of\\nthe Universe, farther than another thou hadst in petto thy remarkable\\nVolume on Clothes. Nay, was there not in that clear logically-founded\\nGukguk is unhappily only an academical beer.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES. 11\\nTranscendentalism of thine still more, in thy meek, silent, deep-seated\\nSansculottism, combined with a true princely Courtesy of inward na-\\nture, the visible rudiments of such speculation 1 But great men are too\\noften unknown, or what is worse, misknown. Already, when we\\ndreamed not of it, the warp of thy remarkable Volume lay on the loom\\nand, silently, mysterious shuttles were putting in the woof!\\nHow the Hofrath Heuschrecke is to furnish biographical data, in this\\ncase, may be a curious question the answer of which, however, is hap-\\npily not oar concern, but his. To us it appeared, after repeated trial,\\nthat, in Weissnichtwo, from the archives or memories of the best-in-\\nformed classes, no Biography of Teafelsdrockh was to be gathered;\\nnot so much as a false one. He was a Stranger there, wafted thither\\nby what is called the course of circumstances concerning whose pa-\\nrentage, birth-place, prospects, or pursuits, Curiosity had indeed made\\ninquiries, but satisfied herself with the most indistinct replies. For him-\\nself, he was a man so still and altogether unparticipating, that to ques-\\ntion him even afar off on such particulars was a thing of more than\\nusual delicacy besides, in his sly way, he had ever some quaint turn,\\nnot without its satirical edge, wherewith to divert such intrusions, and\\ndeter you from the like. Wits spoke of him secretly as if he were a\\nkind of Melchizedek, without father or mother of any kind sometimes,\\nwith reference to his great historic and statistic knowledge, and the\\nvivid way he had of expressing himself like an eye-witness of distant\\ntransactions and scenes, they called him the Evnge Jude, Everlasting,\\nor as we say, Wandering Jew,\\nTo the most, indeed, he had become not so much a Man as a Thing;\\nwhich thing doubtless they were accustomed to see, and with satisfac-\\ntion but no more thought of accounting for than for the fabrication of\\ntheir daily AUgemeine Zeitung, or the domestic habits of the Sun, Both\\nwere there and welcome the world enjoyed what good was in them,\\nand thought no more of the matter. The man Teufelsdrockh passed\\nand repassed, in his little circle, as one of those originals and nonde-\\nscripts, more frequent in German Universities than elsewhere of whom,\\nthough you see them alive, and feel certain enough that they must have\\na History, no History seems to be discoverable or only such as men\\ngive of momitain rocks and antediluvian ruins That they have been\\ncreated by unknown agencies, are in a state of gradual decay, and for\\nthe present reflect light and resist pressure that is, are visible and tan-\\ngible objects in this phantasm world, where so much other mystery is.\\nIt was to be remarked that though, by title and diploma. Professor der\\nAllerley- Wissenschaft, or as we should say in English, Professor of\\nThings in General, he had never delivered any Course perhaps never\\nbeen incited thereto by any public furtherance or requisition. To all\\nappearance, the enlightened Government of Weissnichtwo, in founding\\ntheir New University, imagined they had done enough, if in times like\\nours, as the half-official Program expressed it, when all things are,\\nrapidly or slowly, resolving themselves into Chaos, a Professorship of\\nthis kind had been established whereby, as occasion called, the task of\\nbodying somewhat forth again from such Chaos might be, even slightly,\\nfacilitated. That actual Lectures should be held, and Public Classes\\nfor the Science of Things in General, they doubtless considered pre-\\nmature on which ground too they had only established the Professor-\\nship, nowise endowed it; so that Teufelsdrockh, recommended by the\\nhighest names, had been promoted thereby to a Name merely.\\nGreat, among the more enlightened classes, was the admiration of thi\u00c2\u00bb\\nnew Professorship how an enlightened Government has seen into the\\nWant of the Age {Zeitbedurfniss) how at length, instead of Denial\\nand Destruction, we were to have a science of Affirmation and Recon-", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nstruction and Germany and Weissnichtwo were where they should be,\\nin the vanguard of the world. Considerable also was the wonder at\\nthe new Professor, dropt opportunely enough into the nascent University\\nso able to lecture, should occasion call so ready to hold his peace for\\nindefinite periods, should an enlightened Government consider that oc-\\ncasion did not call. But such admiration and such wonder, being fol-\\nlowed by no act to keep them living, could last only nine days and,\\nlong before our visit to that scene, had quite- died away. The more\\ncunning heads thought it was all an expiring clutch at popularity, on\\nthe part of a Minister, whom domestic embarrassments, court intrigues,\\nold age, and dropsy soon afterwards finally drove from the helm.\\nAs for Teufelsdrockh, except by his nightly appearances at the Gru-\\nnen Ganse, Weissnichtwo saw little of him, felt little of him. Here,\\nover his tumbler of Gukguk, he sat reading Journals sometimes con-\\ntemplatively looking into the clouds of his tobacco-pipe, without other\\nvisible employment always, from his mild ways, an agreeable pheno-\\nmenon there more especially when he opened his lips for speech on\\nwhich occasions the whole CoflTee-house would hush itself into silence,\\nas if sure to hear something noteworthy. Nay, perhaps to hear a whole\\nseries and river of the most memorable utterances such as, when once\\nthawed, he would for hours indulge in, with fit audience and the more\\nmemorable, as issuing from a head apparently not more interested in\\nthem, not more conscious of them, than is the sculptured stone head of\\nsome public Fountain, which through its brass mouth- tube emits water\\nto the worthy and the unworthy careless whether it be for cooking\\nvictuals or quenching conflagrations indeed, maintains the same ear-\\nnest assiduous look, whether any water be flowing or not.\\nTo the editor of these sheets, as to a young enthusiastic Englishman,\\nhowever unworthy, Teufelsdrockh opened himself perhaps more than to\\nthe most. Pity only that we could not then half guess his importance,\\nand scrutinise him with due power of vision We enjoyed, what not\\nthree men in Weissnichtwo could boast of, a certain degree of access to\\nthe Professor s private domicile. It was the attic floor of the highest\\nhouse in the Wahngasse and might truly be called the pinnacle of\\nWeissnichtwo, for it rose sheer above the contiguous roofs, themselves\\nrising from elevated ground. Moreover, with its windows, it looked\\ntowards all the four Orte, or as the Scotch say, and we ought to say,\\nAirts the Sitting-room itself commanded three another came to view\\nin the Schlafgemach (Bed-room) at the opposite end to say nothing of\\nthe Kitchen,which offered two, as it were, (kiplicates, and showing nothing\\nnew. So that it was in fact the speculum or watch-tower of Teufels-\\ndrockh wherefrom, sitting at ease, he might see the whole life-circula-\\ntion of that considerable City the streets and lanes of which, with\\nall their doing and driving Thun und Treiben), were for the most part\\nvisible there,\\nI look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive, have we heard him\\nsay, and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-\\nbrewing, and choking by sulphur. From the Palace esplanade, where\\nmusic plays while Serene Highness is pleased to eat his victuals, down\\nthe low lane, where in her door-sill the aged widow, knitting for a thin\\nlivelihood, sits to feel the afternoon sun, I see it all for, except the\\nSchlosskirche weathercock, no biped stands so high. Couriers arrive\\nbestrapped and bebooted, bearing Joy and Sorrow bagged up in pouches\\nof leather there, topladen, and with four swift horses, rolls in the\\ncountry Baron and his household here, on timber leg, the lamed Sol-\\ndier hops painfully along, begging alms a thousand carriages, and\\nwains, and cars, come tumbling in with Food, with young Rusticity,\\nand other Raw Produce, inanimate or animate, and go tumbling out", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES. 13\\nagain with Produce manufactured. That living flood, pouring through\\nthese streets, of all qualities and ages, knowest thou whence it is com-\\ning, whither it is going Aits, der Ewigkcit, zu der Ewigkeit hin:\\nFrom Eternity onwards to Eternity These are Apparitions what else\\nAre they not Souls rendered visible in Bodies, that took shape and will\\nlose it melting into air 1 Their solid pavement is a Picture of the\\nSense they walk on the bosom of Nothing, blank Time is behind them\\nand before them. Or fanciest thou, the red and yellow Clothes-screen\\nyonder, with spurs on its heels, and feather in its crown, is but of To-\\nday, without a Yesterday or a To-morrow and had not rather its\\nAncestor alive when Hengist and Horsa overran thy Island Friend,\\nthou seest here a living link in that Tissue of History, which inweaves\\nall Being watch well, or it will be past thee, and seen no more, y\\nAc/i, mein Lieber! said he once, at midnight, when we had return-\\ned from the Coffee-house in rather earnest talk, it is a true sublimity\\nto dwell here. These fringes of lamplight, struggling up through smoke\\nand thousand-fold exhalation, some fathoms into the ancient reign of\\nNight, what thinks Bootes of them, as he leads his hunting dogs over\\nthe Zenith in their leash of sidereal fire 1 That stifled hum of Midnight,\\nwhen Traffic has lain down to rest and the chariot-wheels of Vanity,\\nstill rolling here and there through distant streets, are bearing her to\\nHalls roofed in, and lighted to the due pitch for her and only Vice and\\nMisery, to prowl or to moan like nightbirds, are abroad that hum, I\\nsay, like the stertorous, unquiet slumber of sick Life, is heard in Hea-\\nven Oh, under that hideous coverlet of vapors, and putrefactions, and\\nimimaginable gases, what a Fermenting- vat lies simmering and hid\\nThe joyful and the sorrowful are there men are dying there, men are\\nbeing born men are praying, on the other side of a brick partition,\\nmen are cursing and around them all is the vast, void Night. The\\nproud Grandee still lingers in his perfumed saloons, or reposes within\\ndamask curtains Wretchedness cowers into truckle-beds, or shivers\\nhunger-stricken into his lair of straw in obscure cellars, Rouge-et-Noir\\nlanguidly emits its voice-of-destiny to haggard hungry Villains; while\\nCouncillors of State sit plotting, and playing their high-chess game,\\nwhereof the pawns are Men. The Lover whispers his mistress that the\\ncoach is ready; and she, full of hope and fear, glides down, to fly with\\nhim over the borders the Thief, still more silently, sets-to his picklocks\\nand crowbars, or lurks in wait till the watchmen first snore in their\\nboxes. Gay mansions, with supper-rooms and dancing-rooms, are full\\nof light and music and high-swelling hearts but, in the Condemned\\nCells, the pulse of life beats tremulous and faint, and bloodshot eyes\\nlook out through the darkness, which is around and within, for the light\\nof a stern last morning. Six men are to be hanged on the morrow\\ncomes no hammering from the Rabenstein? their gallows must even\\nnow be o building. Upwards of five hundred thousand two-legged\\nanimals without feathers lie round us, in horizontal position their heads\\nall in nightcaps, and full of the foolishest dreams. Riot cries aloud,\\nand staggers and swaggers in his rank dens of shame and the Mother,\\nwith streaming hair, kneels over her pallid dying infant, whose cracked\\nlips only her tears now moisten. All these heaped and huddled toge-\\nther, with nothing but a little carpentry and masonry between them\\ncrammed in, like salted fish, in their barrel or weltering, shall I say,\\nlike an Egyptian pitcher of tamed Vipers, each straggling to get its head\\nabove the others such work goes on under that smoke-counterpane\\nbut I, mein Werther, sit above it all I am alone with the Stars.\\nWe looked in his face to see whether, in the utterance of such extra-\\nordinary Night-thoughts, no feeling might be traced there but with the\\nlight we had, which indeed was only a single tallow-light, and far", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nenough from the window, nothing save that old calmness and fixednesr\\nwas visible.\\nThese were the Professor s talking seasons most commonly he spoke\\nin mere monosyllables, or sat altogether silent, and smoked while the\\nvisitor had liberty either to say what he listed, receiving for answer an\\noccasional grant; or to look round for a space, and then take himself\\naway. It was a strange apartment full of books and tattered papers,\\nand miscellaneous shreds of all conceivable substances, united in a\\ncommon element of dust. Books lay on tables, and below tables here\\nfluttered a sheet of manuscript, there a torn handkerchief, or nightcap\\nhastily thrown aside ink-bottles alternated with bread-crusts, coffee-pots,\\ntobacco-boxes. Periodical Literature, and Blucher Boots. Old Leischen\\n(Lisekin, Liza), who was his bed-maker and stove-lighter, his washer\\nand wringer, cook, errand-maid, and general lion s-provider, and for the\\nrest a very orderly creature, had no sovereign authority in this last cita-\\ndel of Teufelsdrockh only some once in the month, she half-forcibly\\nmade her way thither, with broom and duster, and (Teufelsdrockh\\nhastily saving his manuscripts) effected a partial clearance, a jail-deli-\\nvery of such lumber as was not Literary. These were her Erdbebun-\\ngen (Earthquakes), which Teufelsdrockh dreaded worse than the pesti-\\nlence; nevertheless to such length he had been forced to comply. Glad\\nwould he have been to sit here philosophizing for ever, or till the litter,\\nby accumulation, drove him out of doors but Leischen was his right-\\narm, and spoon, and necessary of life, and would not be flatly gainsay-\\ned. We can still remember the ancient woman so silent that some\\nthought her dumb deaf also you would often have supposed her for\\nTeufelsdrockh and Teufelsdrockh only would she serve or give heed\\nto and with him she seemed to communicate chiefly by signs if it\\nwere not rather by some secret divination that she guessed all his wants,\\nand supplied them. Assiduous old dame she scoured, and sorted, and\\nswept in her kitchen, with the least possible violence to the ear yet all\\nwas tight and right there hot and black came the cofiee ever at the due\\nmoment and the speechless Leischen herself looked out on you, from\\nunder her clean white coif with its lappets, through her clean withered\\nface and wrinkles, with a look of helpful intelligence, almost of\\nbenevolence.\\nFew strangers, as above hinted, had admittance hither the only one\\nwe ever saw there, ourselves excepted, was the Hofrath Heuschrecke,\\nalready known, by name and expectation, to the readers of these pages.\\nTo us, at that period, Herr Heuschrecke seemed one of those purse-\\nmouthed, crane-necked, clean-brushed, pacific individuals, perhaps suf-\\nficiently distinguished in society by this fact, that, in dry weather or in\\nwet, they never appear without their umbrella. Plad we not known\\nwith what little wisdom the world is governed and how, in Germany\\nas elsewhere, the ninety and nine Public Men can for the most part be\\nbut mute train-bearers to the hundredth, perhaps but stalking horses and\\nwilling or unwilling dupes, it might have seemed wonderful how Herr\\nHeuschrecke should be named a Rath, or Councillor and Counsellor,\\neven in Weissnichtwo. What counsel to any man, or to any woman,\\ncould this particular Hofrath give in whose loose, zigzag figure in\\nwhose thin yisage, as it went jerking to and fro, in minute incessant\\nfluctuation,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you trace rather confusion worse confounded at most,\\nTimidity and physical CoW? Some indeed said withal, he was the\\nvery Spirit of Love embodied blue earnest eyes, full of sadness and\\nkindness purse ever open, and so forth the whole of which, we shall\\nnow hope for many reasons, was not quite groundless. Nevertheless,\\nfriend Teufeldrockh s outline, who indeed handled the burin like few\\nin these cases, was probably the best Er hat Gemuth imd Geist, hat", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CHARACTERISTICS. 15\\nvjenigstens gehabt, dock ohne Organ, oline Schicksals-gunst ist gegen-\\nwdrtig aber halb-zerruttet, halb-erstarrt, He has heart and talent, at\\nleast has had such, yet without fit mode of utterance, or fa^^or of For-\\ntune and so is now half-cracked, half-congealed. What the Hofrath\\nshall think of this when he sees it, readers may wonder we, safe in the\\nstronghold of Historical Fidelity, are careless.\\nThe main point, doubtless, for us all, is his love of Teufelsdrockh,\\nwhich indeed was also by far the most decisive feature of Heuschrecke\\nhimself. We are enabled to assert that he hung on the Professor with\\nthe fondness of a Boswell for his Johnson. And perhaps with the like\\nreturn for Teufelsdrockh treated his gaunt admirer with little outward\\nregard, as some half-rational or altogether irrational friend, and at best\\nloved him out of gratitude and by habil On the other hand, it was\\ncurious to observe with what reverent kindness, and a sort of fatherly\\nprotection, our Hofrath, being the elder, richer, and as he fondly ima-\\ngined far more practically influential of the two, looked and tended on\\nhis little Sage, whom he seemed to consider as a living oracle. Let but\\nTeufelsdrockh open his mouth, Heuschrecke s also unpuckered itself\\ninto a free doorway, besides his being all eye and all ear, so that no-\\nthing might be lost and then, at every pause in the harangue, he gur-\\ngled out his pursy chuckle of a cough-laugh (for the machinery of\\nlaughter took some time to get in motion, and seemed crank and slack),\\nor else his twanging, nasal Bravo Das glaub ich in either case by\\nway of heartiest approval. In short, if Teufelsdrockh was Dalai-Lama,\\nof which, except perhaps in his self-seclusion, and god-like Indiffer-\\nence, there was no symptom, then might Heuschrecke pass for his chief\\nTalapoin, to whom no dough-pill he could knead and publish was other\\nthan medicinal and sacred.\\nIn such environment, social, domestic, physical, did Teufelsdrockh,\\nat the time of our acquaintance, and most likely does he still, live and\\nmeditate. Here, perched up in his high Wahngasse watchtower, and\\noften, in solitude, outwatching the Bear, it was that the indomitable\\nInquirer fought all his battles with Dulness and Darkness here in all\\nprobability, that he wrote this surprising Volume on Clothes. Additional\\nparticulars of his age, which was of that standing middle sort you\\ncould only guess at of his wide surtout the color of his trousers,\\nfashion of his broad-brimmed steeple-hat, and so forth, we might report,\\nbut do not. The Wisest truly is, in these times, the Greatest so that\\nan enlightened curiosity, leaving Kings and such like to rest very much\\non their own basis, turns more and more to the Philosophic Class ne-\\nvertheless, what reader expects that, with all our writing and reporting,\\nTeufelsdrockh could be brought home to him, till once the Documents\\narrive 1 His Life, Fortunes, and Bodily Presence, are as yet hidden from\\nus, or matter only of faint conjecture. But on the other hand, does not his\\nSoul lie enclosed in this remarkable Volume, much more truly than\\nPedro Garcia s did in the buried Bag of Doubloons 1 To the Soul of\\nDiogenes Teufelsdrockh, to his opinions namely on the Origin and\\nInfluence of Clothes, we for the present gladly return.\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nCHARACTERISTICS.\\nIt were a piece of vain flattery to pretend that this Work on Clothes\\nentirely contents us that it is not, like all works of Genius, like the very\\nSun, which, though tlie highest published Creation, or work of Genius,\\nhas nevertheless black spots and troubled nebulosities amid its efful-", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 SARTOR RESARTTJS.\\ngence, a mixture of insight, inspiration, with dulness, double-vision,\\nand even utter blindness.\\nWithout committing ourselves to those enthusiastic praises and pfo-\\nphesyings of the Weisnichtwo scke Anzeiger, we admitted that the Book\\nhad in a high degree excited us to self-activity, which is the best etfect\\nof any book that it had even operated changes in our way of thought\\nnay, that it promised to prove, as it were, the opening of a new mine-\\nshaft, wherein the whole world of Speculation might henceforth dig to\\nunknown depths. More specially it may now be declared that Professor\\nTeufelsdrockh s acquirements, patience of research, philosophic and\\neven poetic vigor, are here made indisputably manifest and imhappily\\nno less his prolixity and tortuosity and manifold ineptitude that, on the\\nwhole, as in opening new mine-shafts is not unreasonable, there is much\\nrubbish in his Book, though likewise specimens of almost invaluable\\nore. A paramount popularity in England we cannot promise him.\\nApart from the choice of such a topic as Clothes, too ofteh the manner\\nof treating it betokens in the Author a rusticity and academic seclusion,\\nunblameable, indeed inevitable in a German, but fatal to his success\\nwith our public.\\nOf good society Teufelsdrockh appears to have seen little, or has\\nmostly forgotten what he saw. He speaks out with a strange plainness\\ncalls many things by their mere dictionary names. To him the Uphol-\\nsterer is no Pontiif, neither is any Drawing-room a Temple, were it\\nnever so begilt and overhung a whole immensity of Brussels carpets,\\nand pier-glasses, and or-molu, as he himself expresses it, cannot\\nhide from me that such Drawing-room is simply a section of Infinite\\nSpace, where so many God-created Souls do for the time meet together.\\nTo Teufelsdrockh the highest Duchess is respectable, is venerable but\\nnowise for her pearl-bracelets, and Malines laces in his eyes, the star\\nof a Lord is little less and little more than the broad button of Birming-\\nham spelter in a Clown s smock each is an implement, he says, in\\nits kind a tag for hooking-together and, for the rest, was dug from the\\nearth, and hammered on a stithy before smith s fingers. Thus does the\\nProfessor look in men s faces with a strange impartiality, a strange sci-\\nentific freedom like a man unversed in the higher circles, like a man\\ndropped thither from the Moon. Rightly considered, it is in this pecu-\\nliarity, running through his whole system of thought, that all these short-\\ncomings, over-shootings, and multiform perversities, take rise if indeed\\nthey have not a second source, also natural enough, in his Transcend-\\nental Philosophies, and humor of looking at all Matter and Material\\nthings as Spirit whereby truly his case were but the more hopeless, the\\nmore lamentable.\\nTo the Thinkers of this nation, however, of which class it is firmly\\nbelieved there are individuals yet extant, we can safely recommend the\\nWork nay, who knows but among the fashionable ranks too, if it be\\ntrue, as Teufelsdrockh maintains, that within the most starched cra-\\nvat there passes a windpipe and weasand, and under the thickliest em-\\nbroidered waistcoat beats a heart, the force of that rapt earnestness\\nmay be felt, and here and there an arrow of the soul pierce through. In\\nour wild Seer, shaggy, unkempt, like a Baptist living on locusts and\\nwild honey, there is an untutored energy, a silent as it were unconscious\\nstrength, which, except in the higher walks of Literature, must be rare.\\nMany a deep glance, and often with unspeakable precision, has he cast\\ninto mysterious Nature, and the still more mysterious Life of Man.\\nWonderful it is with what cutting words now and then, he severs asun-\\nder the confusion sheers down, where it furlongs deep, into the true\\ncentre of the matter and there not only hits the nail on the head, but\\nwith crushing force smites it home and buries it. On the other hand,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "CHARACTERISTICS. 17\\nlet us be free to admit, he is the most unequal writer breathing. Often\\nafter some such feat, he will play truant for long pages, and go dawd-\\nling and dreaming, and mumbling and maundering the merest common-\\nplaces, as if he were asleep with eyes open, which indeed he is.\\nOf his boundless learning, and how all reading and literature in most\\nknown tongues, from Sanconiatlion to Dr. Lingard, from your Oriental\\nShasters, and Talmuds, and Korans, with Cassini s Siamese Tables, and\\nLaplace s Mecanique Celeste, down to Robinson Crusoe and the Belfast\\nToivn and Country Almanack, are familiar to him, we shall say nothing\\nfor unexampled as it is with us, to the Germans such universality of\\nstudy passes without wonder, as a thing commendable, indeed, but na-\\ntural, indispensable, and there of course. A man that devotes his life to\\nlearning, shall he not be learned\\nIn respect of style our Author manifests the same genial capability,\\nmarred too often by the same rudeness, inequality, and apparent want\\nof intercourse with the higher classes. Occasionally, as above hinted,\\nwe find consummate vigor, a true inspiration his burning Thoughts\\nstep forth in fit burning Words, like so many full-formed Minervas,\\nissuing amid flame and splendor from Jove s head a rich idiomatic\\ndiction, picturesque allusions, fiery poetic emphasis, or quaint tricksy\\nturns all the graces and terrors of a wild Imagination, wedded to the\\nclearest Intellect, alternate in beautiful vicissiiude. Were it not that\\nsheer sleeping and soporific passages circumlocutions, repetitions, touches\\neven of pure doting jargon, so often intervene On the whole. Profes-\\nsor Teufelsdrockh is not a cultivated writer. Of his sentences perhaps\\nnot more than nine-tenths stand straight on their legs the remainder\\nare in quite angular attitudes, buttressed up by props (of parentheses and\\ndashes), and ever, with this or the other tagrag hanging from them a\\nfew even sprawl out helplessly on all sides, quite broken-backed and\\ndismembered. Nevertheless, in almost his very worst moods, there lies\\nin him a singular attraction. A wild tone pervades the whole utterance\\nof the man, like its keynote and regulator now screwing itself aloft as\\ninto the Song of Spirits, or else the shrill mockery of Fiends now\\nsinking in cadences, not without melodious heartiness, though some-\\ntimes abrupt enough, into the common pitch, when we hear it only as a\\nmonotonous hum of which hum the true character is extremely diffi-\\ncult to fix. Up to this hour we have never fully satisfied ourselves\\nwhether it is a tone and hum of real Humor, which we reckon among\\nthe very highest qualities of genius, or some echo of mere Insanity and\\nInanity, which doubtless ranks below the very lowest.\\nUnder a like difficulty, in spite even of our personal intercourse, do\\nwe still lie with regard to the Professor s moral feeling. Gleams of an\\nethereal Love burst forth from him, soft wailings of infinite Pity he\\ncould clasp the whole Universe into his bosom, and keep it warm it\\nseems as if under that rude exterior there dwelt a very seraph. Then\\nagain he is so sly and still, so imperturbably saturnine shows such\\nindifference, malign coolness towards all that men strive after and\\never with some half- visible wrinkle of a bitter sardonic humor, if indeed\\nit be not mere stolid callousness, that you look on him almost with a\\nshudder, as on some incarnate Mephistopheles, to whom this great ter-\\nrestrial and celestial Round, after all, were but some huge foolish Whirli-\\ngig, where kings and beggars, and angels and demons, and stars and\\nstreet-sweepings, were chaotically whirled, in which only children could\\ntake interest. His look, as we mentioned, is probably the gravest ever\\nseen yet it is not of that cast-iron gravity frequent enough among our\\nOTvn Chancery suitors; but rather the gravity -as of some silent, high-\\nencircled mountain-pool, perhaps the crater of an extinct volcano into\\nwhose black deeps you fear to gaze those eyes, those lights that sparkle\\n2*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nin it, may indeed be reflexes of the heavenly Stars, but perhaps also\\nglances from the region of Nether Fire\\nCertainly a most involved, self-secluded, altogether enigmatic nature,\\nthis of Teufelsdrockh Here, however, we gladly recall to mind that\\nonce we saw him laugh; once only, perhaps it was the first and last\\ntime in his life but then such a peal of laughter, enough to have\\nawakened the Seven Sleepers It was of Jean Paul s doing some\\nsingle billow in that vast World-Mahlstrom of Humor, with its Heaven-\\nkissing coruscations, which is now, alas, all congealed in the frost of\\nDeath The large-lDodied Poet and the small, both large enough in\\nsoul, sat talking miscellaneously together, the present Editor being pri-\\nvileged to listen and now Paul, in his serious way, was giving one of\\nthose inimitable Extra-harangues and, as it chanced. On the Pro-\\nposal for a Cast-metal King gradually a light kindled in our Profes-\\nsor s eyes and face, a beaming, mantling, loveliest light through those\\nmurky features, a radiant ever-young Apollo looked and he burst forth\\nlike the neighing of all Tattersall s tears streaming down his cheeks, pipe\\nheld aloft, foot clutched into the air, loud, long continuing, uncontrol-\\nlable a laugh not of the face and diaphragm only, but of the whole\\nman from head to heel. The present Editor, who laughed indeed, yet\\nwith measure, began to fear all was not right however, Teufelsdrockh\\ncomposed himself^ and sank into his old stillness on his inscrutable\\ncountenance there wa if anything, a slight look of shame and Rich-\\nter himself could not rouse him again. Readers who have any tincture\\nof Psychology know how much is to be inferred from this and that no\\nman who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irre-\\nclaimably bad. How much lies in Laughter the cypher-key, where-\\nwith we decipher the whole man Some men wear an everlasting bar-\\nren simper in the smile of others lies a cold glitter as of ice the\\nfewest are able to laugh, what can be called laughing, but only sniff and\\ntitter and snigger from the throat outwards or at best, produce some\\nwhiffling husky cachinnation, as if they were laughing through wool\\nof none such comes good. The man who cannot laugh is not only fit\\nfor treasons, stratagems, and spoils but his whole life is already a\\ntreason and a stratagem.\\nConsidered as an Author, Herr Teufelsdrockh has one scarcely par-\\ndonable fault, doubtless his worst an almost total want of arrangement.\\nIn this remarkable Volume, it is true, his adherence to the mere course\\nof Time produces through the Narrative portions, a certain show of\\noutward method but of true logical method and sequence there is too\\nlittle. Apart from its multifarious sections and subdivisions, the Work\\nnaturally falls into two Parts a Historical-Descriptive, and a Philoso-\\nphical-Speculative but falls, unhappily, by no iirrn line of demarcation\\nin that labyrinthic combination, each Part overlaps, and indents, and\\nindeed runs quite through the other. Many sections are of a debateable\\nrubric, or even quite nondescript and unnameable whereby the Book\\nnot only loses in accessibility, but too often distresses us like some mad\\nbanquet, wherein all courses had been confounded, and fish and flesh,\\nsoup and solid oyster-sauce, lettuces, Rhine-wine and French mustard,\\nwere hurled into one huge tureen or trough, and the hungry Public\\ninvited to help himself To bring what order we can out of this Chaos\\nshall be part of our endeavor.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THK WOKLD IN CLOTHES. 19\\nCHAPTER V.\\nTHE WORLD IN CLOTHES.\\nAs Montesquieu wrote a Spirit of Lmos,^^ observes our Professor, so\\ncould I write a Spirit of Clothes thus with an Esprit des Loix, properly\\nan Esprit de Coutumes, we should have an Esprit de Costumes. For\\nneither in tailoring nor in legislating does man proceed by mere Acci-\\ndent, but the hand is ever guided on by mysterious operations of the\\nmind. In all his Modes and habilatory endeavors an Architectural Idea\\nwill be found lurking his Body and the Cloth are the site and materials\\nwhereon and whereby his beautified edifice of a Person is to be built.\\nWhether he flow gracefully out in folded mantles, based on light san-\\ndals tower up in high headgear, from amid peaks, spangles and bell-\\ngirdles swell out in starched ruffs, buckram, stuffings and monstrous\\ntuberosities or girth himself into separate sections, and front the world\\nan Agglomeration of four limbs, will depend on the nature of such\\nArchitectural Idea whether Grecian, Gothic, Later-Gothic, or alto-\\ngether Modern, and Parisian or Anglo-Dandiacal. Again, what mean-\\ning lies in Color From the soberest drab to the high-flaming scarlet,\\nspiritual idiosyncrasies unfold themselves in choice of Color: if the Cut\\nbetoken Intellect and Talent, so does the Color betoken Temper and\\nHeart, In all which, among nations as among individuals, there is an\\nincessant, indubitable, though infinitely complex working of Cause and\\nEffect every snip of the Scissors has been regulated and prescribed by\\never-active influences, which doubtless to Intelligences of a superior\\norder are neither invisible nor illegible.\\nFor such superior Intelligences a Cause-and-Eflfect Philosophy of\\nClothes, as of Laws, were probably a comfortable winter-evening enter-\\ntainment: nevertheless, for inferior Intelligences, like men, such Phi-\\nlosophies have always seemed to me uninstructive enough. Nay, what is\\nyour Montesquieu himself but a clever infant spelling Letters from a\\nhierogiyphical prophetic Book, the lexicon of which lies in Eternity, in\\nHeaven 1 Let any Cause-and-Eflfect Philosopher explain, not why I\\nwear such and such a Garment, obey such and such a Law but even\\nwhy am here, to wear and obey anything Much, therefore, if not\\nthe whole, of that same Spirit of Clothes I shall suppress, as hypothetic-\\nal, ineffectual, and even impertinent naked Facts, and Deductions drawn\\ntherefrom in quite another than that omniscient style, are my humbler\\nand proper province.\\nActing on which prudent restriction, Teufelsdrockh has nevertheless\\ncontrived to take in a well nigh boundless extent of field at least, the\\nboundaries too often lie quite beyond our horizon. Selection being indis-\\npensable, we shall here glance over his First Part only in the most cur-\\nsory manner. This First Part is, no doubt, distinguished by omnivo-\\nrous learning, and utmost patience and fairness at the same time, in its\\nresults and delineations, it is much more likely to interest the Compilers\\nof some Library of General, Entertaining, IJseful, or even Useless\\nKnowledge than the miscellaneous readers of these pages. Was it this\\nPart of the Book which Heuschrecke had in view, when he recommend-\\ned us to that joint-stock vehicle of publication, at present the glory of\\nBritish Literature V If so, the Library Editors are welcome to dig in\\nit for their ot\\\\ti behoof.\\nTo the First Chapter, which turns on Paradise and Fig-leaves, and\\nleads us into interminable disquisitions of a mythological, metaphorical,\\ncabalistico-sartorial and quite antediluvian cast, we shall content our-\\nselves with giving an unconcerned approval. Still less have we to do", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nwith Lilis, Adam s first wife, whom, according to the Talmudists, he\\nhad before Eve, and who bore him, in that wedlock, the whole progeny\\nof aerial, aquatic, and terrestrial Devils, very needlessly, we think. On\\nthis portion of the work, with its profound glances into the Adam-Kad-\\nmon, or Primeval Element, here strangely brought into relation wdth\\nthe Nifi and Muspel (Darkness and Light) of the antique North, it may\\nbe enough to say that its correctness of deduction and depth of Tai-\\nmudic and Rabbinical lore has filled perhaps not the worst Hebraist in\\nBritain with something like astonishment.\\nBut quitting this twilight region, Teufelsdrockh hastens from the\\nTower of Babel, to follow the dispersion of Mankind over the whole\\nhabitable and habilable globe. Walking by the light of Oriental, Pelas-\\ngic, Scandinavian, Egyptian, Otaheitean, Ancient and Modern researches\\nof every conceivable kind, he strives to give us in compressed shape (as\\nthe Niirnbergers give an Orbis Pictus) an Orbis Vestihcs or view of\\nthe costumes of all mankind, in all countries, in all times. It is here\\nthat to the Antiquarian, to the Historian, we can triumphantly say\\nFall to Here is Learning an irregular Treasury, if you will; but\\ninexhaustible as the Hoard of King Nibelung, which twelve waggons\\nin twelve days, at the rate of three journeys a day, could not carry ofi^.\\nSheepskin cloaks and wampum belts phylacteries, stoles, albs dial-,\\nmides, togas, Chinese silks, Afghaun shawls, trunk hose, leather\\nbreeches, Celtic philibegs (though breeches, as the name Gallia Braccata\\nindicates, are the more ancient), Hussar cloaks, Vandyke tippets, ruffs,\\nfardingales, are brought vividly before us, even the Kilmarnock night-\\ncap is not forgotten. For most part, too., we must admit fhat the Learn-\\ning, heterogeneous as it is, and tumbled down quite pell-mell, is true\\nconcentrated and purified Learning, the drossy parts smelted out and\\nthrown aside.\\nPhilosophical reflections intervene, and sometimes touching pictures\\nof human life. Of this sort the following has surprised us. The first\\npurpose of Clothes, as our Professor imagines, was not warmth or de-\\ncency, but ornament. Miserable indeed, says he, was the condition\\nof the Aboriginal Savage, glaring fiercely from under his fleece of hair,\\nwhich with the beard reached down to his loins, and hung round him\\nlike a matted cloak the rest of his body sheeted in its thick natural fell.\\nHe loitered in the sunny glades of the forest, living on wild fruits or,\\nas the ancient Caledonian, squatted himself in morasses, lurking for his\\nbestial or human prey without implements, without arms, save the ball\\nof heavy Flint, to which, that his sole possession and defence might not\\nbe lost, he had attached a long cord of plaited thongs thereby recover-\\ning as well as hurling it with deadly unerring skill. Nevertheless, the\\npains of Hunger and Revenge once satisfied, his next care was not\\nComfort but Decoration (Putz). Warmth he found in the toils of the\\nchase or amid dried leaves, in his hollow tree, in his bark shed, or na-\\ntural grotto but for Decoration he must have Clothes. Nay, among\\nwild people, we find tattooing and painting even prior to Clothes. The\\nfirst spiritual want of a barbarous man is Decoration, as indeed we still\\nsee among the barbarous classes in civilized countries.\\nReader, the heaven-inspired melodious Singer loftiest Serene\\nHighness; nay thy own amber-locked, snow-and-rosebloom Maiden,\\nworthy to glide sylphlike almost on air, whom thou lovest, worshippest\\nas a divine Presence, which indeed, symbolically taken, she is, has\\ndescended, like thyself, from that same hair-mantled, flint-hurling Abo-\\nriginal Anthropophagus Out of the eater cometh forth meat out of\\nthe strong cometh forth sweetness. What changes are wrought, not by\\nTime, yet in Time For not Mankind only, but all that Mankind does\\nor beholds, is in continual growth, re-genesis and self-perfecting vitality.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD IN CLOTHES. 21\\nCast forth thy Act, thy Word, into the ever-living, ever-working Uni-\\nverse it is a seed-grain that cannot die unnoticed to-day (says one) it\\nwill be found flourishing as a Banyan-grove (perhaps, alas, as a Hem-\\nlock-forest after a thousand years.\\nHe who first shortened the labor of Copyists by device of Movable\\nTypes was disbanding hired Armies, and cashiering most Kings and\\nSenates, and creating a whole new Democratic world: he had invented\\nthe Art of Printing. The first ground handful of Nitre, Sulphur, and\\nCharcoal drove Monk Schwartz s pestle through the ceiling what will\\nthe last do Achieve the final undisputed prostration of Force under\\nThought, of Animal Courage under Spiritual. A simple invention it\\nwas in the old-world Grazier, sick of lugging his slow Ox about the\\ncountry till he got it bartered for corn or oil, to take a piece of Leather,\\nand thereon scratch or stamp the mere Figure of an Ox (or Pecus); put\\nit in his pocket, and call it Pecwnia, Money. Yet hereby did Barter\\ngrow Sale, the Leather Money is now Golden and Paper, and all mira-\\ncles have been out-miracled for there are Rothschilds and English Na-\\ntional Debts and whoso has sixpence is Sovereign (to the length of six-\\npence) over all men commands Cooks to feed him. Philosophers to\\nleach him. Kings to mount guard over Mm, to the length of sixpence.\\nClothes too, which began in foolishest love of Ornament, what have\\nthey not become Increased Security, and pleasurable Heat soon fol-\\nlowed: but what of these Shame, divine Shame {ScTiaam^ Modesty),\\nas yet a stranger to the Anthropophagous bosom, arose there mysteriously\\nunder Clothes a mystic grove-encircled shrine for the Holy in man.\\nClothes gave us individuality, distinctions, social polity Clothes have\\nmade Men of us they are threatening to make Clothes-screens of us.\\nBut on the whole, continues our eloquent Professor, Man is a Tool-\\nusing Animal {Hmithierendes Thier). Weak in himself, and of small\\nstature, he stands on a basis, at most for the flattest-soled, of some half\\nsquare-foot, insecurely enough has to straddle out his legs, lest the very\\nwind supplant him. Feeblest of bipeds Three quintals are a crush--j^\\ning load for him the Steer of the meadow tosses him aloft like a waste\\nrag. Nevertheless he can use Tools, can devise Tools with these the\\ngranite mountain melts into light dust before him j he kneads glowing\\niron, as if it were soft paste seas are his smooth highway, winds and\\nfixe his unwearying steeds. Nowhere do you find him without Tools\\nwithout Tools he is nothing, with Tools he is all.\\nHere may we not, for a moment, interrupt the stream of Oratory with\\na remark that this Definition of the Tool-using Animal appears to us,\\nof all that Animal-sort, considerably the precisest and best^ Man is\\ncalled a Laughing Animal but do not the apes also laugh, or attempt\\nto do it and is the manliest man the greatest and oftenest laugher\\nTeufelsdrockh himself, as we said, laughed only once. Still less do we\\nmake of that other French Definition of the Cooking Animal which,\\nindeed, for rigorous scientific purposes, is as good as useless. Can a\\nTartar be said to cook, when he only readies his steak by riding on if?\\nAgain, what Cookery does the Greenlander use, beyond stowing up his\\nwhale-blubber, as a marmot, in the like case, might do Or how would\\nMonsieur Ude prosper among those Orinocco Indians who, according\\nto Humboldt, lodge in crow-nests, on the branches of trees and, for\\nhalf the year, have no victuals but pipe-clay, the whole country being\\nunder water But on the other hand, show us the human being, of any\\nperiod or climate, without his Tools those very Caledonians, as we saw,\\nhad their Flint-ball, and Thong to it, such as no brute has or can have.\\nMan is a Tool-using animal, concludes Teufelsdrockh in his\\nabrupt way of which truth Clothes are but one example and surely\\nif we consider the interval between the first wooden Dibble fashioned by", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 SAETOR RESAR.TTJS.\\nman, and those Liverpool Steam-carriages, or the British House oi\\nCommons, we shall note what progress he has made. He digs up cer-\\ntain black stones from the bosom of the Earth, and says to them. Trans-\\nport me^ and this luggage, at the rate of five-and-thirty miles an honr and\\nthey do it he collects, apparently by lot, six hundred and fifty-eight\\nmiscellaneous individuals, and says to them. Make this nation toil for\\nus, bleed for us, hunger, and sorroio, and sin for us and they do it,\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nAPRONS.\\nOne of the most unsatisfactory Sections in the whole Volume is that\\non Aprons. What though stout old Gao the Persian Blacksmith, whose\\nApron, now indeed hidden under jewels, because raised in revolt which\\nproved successful, is still the royal standard of that country; what\\nthough John Knox s Daughter, who threatened Sovereign Majesty\\nthat she would catch her Husband s head in her Apron, rather than he\\nshould lie and be a bishop what though the Landgravine Elizabeth,\\nwith many other Apron worthies, figure here 7 An idle wire-drawing\\nspirit, sometimes even a tone of levity, approaching to conventional\\nsatire, is too clearly discernible. What, for example, are we to make\\nof such sentences as the following\\nAprons are Defences; against injury to cleanliness, to safet)^, to mo-\\ndesty, sometimes to roguery. From the thin slip of notched silk (as it\\nwere, the Emblem and iDcatified Ghost of an Apron), which some high-\\nest-bred housewife, sitting at Niirnberg Workboxes and Toyboxes, has\\ngracefully fastened on to the thick-tanned hide, girt round him with\\nthongs, wherein the Builder builds, and at evening sticks his trowel or\\nto those jingling sheet-iron Aprons, wherein your otherwise half-naked\\nVulcans hammer and smelt in their Smelt-furnace, is there not range\\nenough in the fashion and uses of this Vestment How much has\\nbeen concealed, how much has been defended in Aprons Nay, rightly\\nconsidered, what is your whole Military and Police Establishment,\\ncharged at uncalculated millions, but a huge scarlet-colored, iron-fast-\\nened Apron, wherein Society works (uneasily enough) guarding itself\\nfrom some soil and stithy-sparks, in this Devil s-smithy (^Teufels-\\nschmiede) of a world But of all Aprons the most puzzling to me\\nhitherto has been the Episcopal, or Cassock. Wherein consists the use-\\nfulness of this Apron The Overseer {Episcopus) of Souls, I notice, has\\ntucked in the corner of it, as if his day s work were done what does\\nhe shadow forth thereby T c, c.\\nOr again, has it often been the lot of our readers to read such stuff as\\nwe shall now quote 7\\nI consider those printed Paper Aprons, worn by the Parisian Cooks,\\nas a new vent, though a slight one, for Typography therefore as an\\nencouragement to modern Literature, and deserving of approval nor is\\nit without satisfaction that I hear of a celebrated London Firm having\\nin view to introduce the same fashion, with important extensions, in\\nEngland. We who are on the spot hear of no such thing and indeed\\nhave reason to be thankful that hitherto there are other vents for our\\nLiterature, exuberant as it is. Teufelsdrockh continues If such sup-\\nply of printed Paper should rise so far as to choke up the highways and\\npublic thoroughfares, new means must of necessity be had recourse to.\\nIn a Avorld existing by Industry, we grudge to employ Fire as a destroy-\\ning element, and not as a creating one. However, Heaven is omnipo-\\ntent, and will find us an outlet. In the mean while, is it not beautiful", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS-HISTORICAL. 23\\nto see five million quintals of Rags picked annually from the Lay-stall\\nand annually, after being macerated, hot-pressed, printed on, and sold,\\nreturned thither iilling so many hungry mouths by the way 1 Thus is\\nthe Laystall, especially with its Rags, or Clothes- rubbish, the grand\\nElectric Battery, and Fountain-of-Motion, from which and to which the\\nSocial Activities (like vitreous and resinous Electricities) circulate, in\\nlarger or smaller circles, through the mighty, billowy, storm-tost Chaos\\nof Life, which they keep alive Such passages fill us, who love the\\nman, and partly esteem him, with a very mixed feeling.\\nFarther down we met with this The Journalists are now the true\\nKings and Clergy henceforth Historians, unless they are fools, must\\nwrite not of Bourbon Dynasties, and Tudors and Hapsburgs but of\\nStamped Broad-sheet Dynasties, and quite new successive Names,\\naccording as this or the other Able Editor, or Combination of Able\\nEditors, gains the world s ear. Of the British Newspaper Press, per-\\nhaps the most important of all, and wonderful enough in its secret con-\\nstitution and procedure, a valuable descriptive History already exists,\\nin that language, under the title of Satan^s Invisible World Displayed\\nwhich, however, by search in all the Weissnichtwo Libraries, I have\\nnot yet succeeded in procuring (vermdchte nicht aufz^itreiben).\\nThus does the good Homer not only nod, but snore. Thus does Teu-\\nfelsdrockh, wandering in regions where he had little business, confound\\nthe old authentic Presbyterian Witchfinder with a new, spurious, ima-\\nginary Historian of the Brittische Journalistik and so stumble on per-\\nhaps the most egregious blunder in Modern Literature\\nCHAPTER VIL\\nMISCELLANEOUS-mSTORICAL.\\nHappier is our Professor, and more purely scientific and historic,\\nwhen he reaches the Middle Ages in Europe, and down to the end of\\nthe Seventeenth Century the true era of extravagance in Costume. It is\\nhere that the Antiquary and student of Modes comes upon his richest\\nharvest. Fantastic garbs, beggaring all fancy of a Teniers or a Callot,\\nsucceed each other, like monster devouring monster in a Dream. The\\nwhole too in brief authentic strokes, and touched not seldom with that\\nbreath of genius whichmakes even old raiment alive. Indeed, so learned,\\nprecise, graphical, and every way interesting have we found these Chap-\\nters, that it may be thrown out as a pertinent question for parties con-\\ncerned. Whether or not a good English Translation thereof might hence-\\nforth be profitably incorporated with Mr. Merrick s valuable Work O/i\\nAncient Armor? Take, by way of example, the following sketch; as\\nauthority for which Paulinus s Zeitkurzende Lust (ii. G78) is, with\\nseeming confidence, referred to\\nDid we behold the German fashionable dress of the Fifteenth Cen-\\ntury, we might snwle as perhaps those bygone Germans, were they to\\nrise again, and see our haberdashery, would cross themselves, and\\ninvoke the Virgin. But happily no bygone German, or man, rises again\\nthus the Present is not needlessly trammelled with the Past and only\\ngrows out of it, like a Tree, whose roots are not intertangled with its\\nbranches, but lie peaceably imder ground. Nay, it is very mournful,\\nyet not useless, to see and know, how the Greatest and Dearest, in a\\nshort, while would find his place quite filled up here, and no room for\\nhim the very Napoleon, the very Byron, in some seven years, has\\nbecome obsolete, and were now a foreigner to his Europe. Thus is the", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nLaw of Progress secured and in Clothes, as in all other external things\\nwhatsoever, no fashion will continue.\\nOf the military classes in those old times, whose buff-belts, compli-\\ncated chains and gorgets, huge churn-boots, and other riding and fight-\\ning gear have been bepainted in modern Romance, till the whole has\\nacquired somewhat of a signpost character, I shall here say nothing\\nthe civil and pacific classes, less touched upon, are wonderlul enough\\nfor us,\\nRich men, I find, have TeusinJce (a perhaps untranslateable arti-\\ncle); also a silver girdle, whereat hang little bells; so that when a\\nman walks it is with continual jingling. Some few, of musical turn,\\nhave a whole chime of bells {Glockenspiel) fastened there; which espe-\\ncially, in sudden whirls, and the other accidents of walking, has a grate-\\nful eifect. Observe, too, how fond they are of peaks, and Gothic-arch in-\\ntersections. The male world wears peaked caps, an ell-long, which\\nhang bobbing over the side {scMef) their shoes are peaked in front, also\\nto the length of an ell, and laced on the side with tags even the wooden\\nshoes have their ell-long noses some also clap bells on the peak. Far-\\nther according to my authority, the men have breeches without seat\\n{ohne Gesdss) these they fasten peakwise to their shirts and the long\\nround doublet must overlap them.\\nR-ich, maidens again, flit abroad in gowns scolloped out behind and\\nbefore, so that back and breast are almost bare. Wives of quality, on\\nthe other hand, have train-gowns four or five ells in length which trains\\nthere are boys to carry. Brave Cleopatras sailing in their silk-cloth\\nGalley, with a Cupid for steersm.an Consider their welts, a hand\\nbreadth thick, which waver round them by way of a hem the long flood\\nof silver buttons, or rather silver shells, from throat to shoe, wherewith\\nthese same welt-gowns are buttoned. The maidens have bound silver\\nsnoods about their hair, with gold spangles, and pendent flames (Mam-\\nmen), that is, sparkling hair-drops but of their mother s headgear who\\nshall speak 7 Neither in love of grace is comfort forgotten. In winter\\nweather you behold the whole fair creation (who can afford it) in long\\nmantles, with skirts wide below, and, for hem, not one but two sufficient\\nhandbroad welts all ending atop in a thick well-starched Ruff some\\ntwenty inches broad these are their Ruff -mantles {Kragenmantel),\\nAs yet, among the womankind hoop-petticoats are not but the men\\nhave doublets of fustian, under which lie multiple ruffs of cloth, pasted\\ntogether with batter {mit Teig ziisammcngeJdeistert), which create protu-\\nberance enough. Thus do the two sexes vie with each other in the art\\nof Decoration and as usual the stronger carries it.\\nOur Professor, whether he have Humor himself or not, manifests a\\ncertain feeling of the Ludicrous, a sly observance of it, which, could\\nemotion of any kind be confidently predicated of so still a man, we might\\ncall a real love. None of those bell-girdles, bushel-breeches, cornuted\\nshoes, or other the like phenomena, of which the History of Dress offers\\nso many, escape him; more especially the mischances, or striking\\nadventures, incident to the wearers of such, are noticed with due fidelity.\\nSir Walter Raleigh s fine mantle, which he sprea#in the mud under\\nClueen Elizabeth s feet, appears to provoke little enthusiasm in him he\\nmerely asks, Whether at that period the Maiden Clueen was red-\\npainted on the nose, and white-painted on the cheeks, as her tirewomen,\\nwhen from spleen and wrinkles she would no longer look in any glass,\\nwere wont to serve her V We can answer that Sn- Walter knew well\\nwhat he was doing, and had the Maiden Glueen been stuffed parchment\\ndyed in verdigris, would have done the same.\\nThus too, treating of those enormous habiliments, that were not only\\nslashed and galooned, but artificially swollen out on the broader par-ts", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD OUT OF CLOTHES. 25\\nof the body, by introduction of Bran, our Professor fails not to com-\\nment on that luckless Courtier, who having seated himself on a chair\\nwith some projecting nail on it, and therefrom rising, to pay his devoir\\non the entrance of Majesty, instantaneously emitted several pecks of\\ndry wheat-dust and stood there diminished to a spindle, his galoons and\\nslashes dangling sorrowful and flabby round him. Whereupon the Pro-\\nfessor publishes this reflection\\nBy what strange chances do we live in History Erostratus by a\\ntorch Milo by a bullock Henry Darnley, an unfledged booby and\\nbustard, by his limbs most Kings and Clueens by being born under such\\nand such a bed-tester Boileau Despreaux (according to Helvetius) by\\nthe peck of a turkey and this ill-starred individual by a rent in hi?,\\nbreeches, for no Memoirist of Kaiser Otto s Court omits him. Vain,\\nwas the prayer of Themistocles for a talent of Forgetting my Friends,\\nyield cheerfully to Destiny, and read since it is written, Has Teufels-\\ndrockh to be put in mind that, nearly related to the impossible talent of\\nForgetting, stands that talent of Silence, which even travelling English-\\nmen manifest 1\\nThe simplest costume, observes our Professor, which I anywhere\\nfind alluded to in History, is that used as regimental, by Bolivar s Ca-\\nvalry, in the late Columbian wars. A square Blanket, twelve feet in\\ndiagonal, is provided (some were wont to cut oft the corners, and make\\nit circular) in the centre a slit is effected eighteen inches long through\\nthis the mother-naked Trooper introduces his head and neck and so\\nrides shielded from all weather, and in battle from many strokes (for he\\nrolls it about his left arm) and not only dressed, but harnessed and\\ndraperied.\\nWith which picture of a State of Nature, affecting by its singularity,\\nand Old-Roman contempt of the superfluous, we shall quit this part of\\nour subject.\\nCHAPTER VIIL\\nTHE WORLD OUT OF CLOTHES.\\nIf in the Descriptive-Historical Portion of this Volume, Teufelsdrockh,\\ndiscussing merely the Werden (Origin and successive Improvement) of\\nClothes, has astonished many a reader, much more will he in the Specu-\\nlative-Philosophical Portion, which treats of their Wirkcn, or Influences.\\nIt is here that the present Editor first feels the pressure of his task for\\nhere properly the higher and new Philosophy of Clothes commences\\nan untried, almost inconceivable region, or chaos in venturing upon\\nwhich, how difficult, yet how unspeakably important is it to know what\\ncourse, of survey and conquest, is the true one where the footing is\\nfirm substance and will bear us, where it is hollow, or mere cloud, and\\nmay engulf us Teufelsdrockh undertakes no less than to expound the\\nmoral, political, even religious Influences of Clothes he undertakes to\\nmake manifest, in its thousandfold bearings, this grand Proposition, that\\nMan s earthly interests are all hooked and buttoned together, and\\nheld up, by Clothes. He says in so many words, Society is\\nfounded upon Cloth; and again, Society sails through the Infini-\\ntude on Cloth, as on a Faust s Mantle, or rather like the Sheet of clean\\nand unclean beasts in the Apostle s Dream and without such Sheet or\\nMantle, would sink to endless depths, or mount to inane limboes, and in\\neither case be no more.\\nBy what chains, or indeed infinitely complected tissues of Meditation\\nthis grand Theorem is here unfolded, and innumerable practical Corol-\\n3", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nlaries are drawn therefrom, it were perhaps a mad ambition to attempt\\nexhibiting. Our Professor s method is not, in any case, that of common\\nschool Logic, where the truths all stand in a row, each holding by the\\nskirts of the other but at best that of practical Reason, proceeding by\\nlarge Intuition over whole systematic groups and kingdoms whereby,\\nwe might say, a noble complexity, almost like that of Nature, reigns in\\nhis Philosophy, or spiritual Picture of Nature a mighty maze, yet, as\\nfaith whispers, not without a plan. Nay, we complained above, that a\\ncertain ignoble complexity, what we must call mere confusion, was also\\ndiscernible. Often, too, must we exclaim: Would to Heaven those\\nsame Biographical Documents were come! For it seems as if the\\ndemonstration lay much in the Author s individuality as if it were not\\nArgument that had taught him, but Experience. At present, it is only in\\nlocal glimpses, and by significant fragments, picked often at wide\\nenough intervals from the original Volume, and carefully collated, that\\nwe can hope to impart some outline or foreshadow of this Doctrine.\\nReaders of any intelligence are once more invited to favor us with their\\nmost concentrated attention let these, after intense consideration, and not\\ntill then, pronounce. Whether on the utmost verge of our actual horizon\\nthere is not a looming as of Land a promise of new Fortunate Islands,\\nperhaps whole undiscovered Americas, for such as have canvass to sail\\nthither 1 As exordium to the whole, stand here the following long\\ncitation\\nWith men of a speculative turn, v/rites Teufelsdrockh, there\\ncome seasons, meditative, sweet, yet awful hours, when in wonder and\\nfear you ask yourself that unanswerable question Who am the\\nthing that can say I {das Wesen das sich Ich nennt)1 The world,\\nwith its loud trafficking, retires into the distance and, through the\\npaper-hangings, and stone walls, and thick-plied tissues of Commerce\\nand Polity, and all the living and lifeless Integuments (of Society and a\\nBody), wherewith your Existence sits surrounded, the sight reaches forth\\ninto the void Deep, and you are alone with the Universe, and silently\\ncommune with it, as one mysterious presence with another.\\nK Who am I what is this Me 1 A Voice, a Motion, an Appearance\\nsome embodied, visualised Idea in the Eternal Mind 1 Cogito, ergo sum.\\nAlas, poor Cogitator, this takes us but a little way. Sure enough, I am\\nand lately was not but Whence How 1 Whereto 1 The answer\\nlies around, written in all colors and motions, uttered in all tones of\\njubilee and wail, in thousand-figured, thousand- voiced, harmonious Na-\\nture but where is the cunning eye and ear to whom that God- written\\nApocalypse will yield articulate meaning We sit as in a boimdless\\nPhantasmagoria and Dream-grotto boundless, for the faintest star, the\\nremotest century, lies not even nearer the verge thereof: sounds and\\nmany-colored visions flit round our sense but Him, the Unslumbering,\\nwhose work both Dream and Dreamer are, we see not except in rare\\nhalf-waking moments, suspect not. Creation, says one, lies before us,\\nlike a glorious rainbow but the Sun that made it lies behind us, hidden\\nfrom us. Then, in that strange Dream, how we clutch at shadows as\\nif they were substances and sleep deepest while fancying ourselves\\nmost awake Which of your Philosophical Systems is other than a\\ndream theorem a net quotient, confidently given out, where divisor and\\ndividend are both unknown? What are all your national Wars,\\nwith their Moscow Retreats, and sanguinary hate-filled Revolutions, but\\nthe Somnambulism of uneasy Sleepers 1 This Dreaming, this Som-\\nnambulism is what we on Earth call Life wherein the most indeed\\nundoubtingly wander, as if they knew right hand from left 5 yet they\\nonly are wise who know that they know nothing, at\\nPity that ail Metaphysics had hitherto proved so inexpressibly un-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE WORLD OUT OF CLOTHES. 27\\nproductive The secret of Man s Being is still like the Sphinx s secret:\\na riddle that he cannot rede and for ignorance of which he suffers\\ndeath, the worst death, a spiritual. What are your Axioms, and Cate-\\ngories, and Systems, and Aphorisms 1 Words, words. High Air-cas-\\ntles are cmmingly built of Words, the Words well bedded also in good\\nLogic-mortar wherein, however, no Knowledge will come to lodge.\\nThe ivhole is greater than the part how exceedingly true Nature ab-\\nhors a vacuum how exceedingly false and calumnious Again, Noth-\\ning can act but where it is with all my heart only where is it Be\\nnot the slave of Words is not the Distant, the Dead, while I love it,\\nand long for it, and mourn for it. Here, in the genuine sense, as truly as\\nthe floor I stand on 1 But that same Where, with its brother When,\\nare from the first the master-colors of our Dream-grotto say rather, the\\nCanvass (the warp and woof thereof) whereon all our Dreams and\\nLife-visions are painted. Nevertheless, has not a deeper meditation\\ntaught certain of every climate and age, that the Where and When, so\\nmysteriously inseparable from all our thoughts, are but superficial ter-\\nrestrial adhesions to thought that the Seer may discern them where\\nthey mount up out of the celestial Everywhere and For ever have not\\nall nations conceived their God as Omnipresent and Eternal as exist-\\ning in a universal Here, an everlasting Now 7 Think well, thou too\\nwilt find that Space is but a mode of our human Sense, so likewise\\nTime there is no Space and no Time We are we know not what\\nlight-sparkles floating in the Eether of Deity\\nSo that this so solid-seeming World, after all, were but an air-image,\\nour Me the only reality and Nature, with its thousandfold production\\nand destruction, but the reflex of our own inward Force, the phantasy\\nof our Dream; or what the Earth-Spirit in Faust names it, the living\\nvisible Garment of God\\nIn Being s floods, in Action s storm, A seizing and giving\\nI waik and work, above, beneath. The fire of the Living\\nWork and weave in endless motion Tis tlius at the roaring Loom of Time I ply,\\nBirth and Death, And weave for God the Garment thou seest\\nAn infinite ocean Him by.\\nOf twenty millions that have read and spouted this thunder-speech of\\nthe Erdgeist, are there yet twenty units of us that have learned the\\nmeaning thereof?\\nIt was in some such mood, when wearied and foredone with these\\nhigh speculations, that I first came upon the question of Clothes. Strange\\nenough, it strikes me, is this same fact of there being Tailors and Tail-\\nored. The Horse I ride has his own whole fell strip him of the girths and\\nflaps and extraneous tags I have fastened round him, and the noble\\ncreature is his own sempster and weaver and spinner nay his own boot-\\nmaker, jeweller, and man-milliner he bounds free through the valleys,\\nwith a perennial rainproof court-suit on his body wherein warmth and\\neasiness of fit have reached perfection nay, the graces also have been\\nconsidered, and frills and fringes, with gay variety of color, featly ap-\\npended, and ever in the right place, are not wanting. While I good\\nHeaven have thatched myself over with the dead fleeces of sheep, the\\nbark of vegetables, the entrails of worms, the hides of oxen or seals, the\\nfelt of furred breasts and walk abroad a moving Rag-screen, overheaped\\nwith shreds and tatters raked from the Charnel-house of Nature, where\\nthey would have rotted, to rot on me more slowly Day after day, I\\nmust thatch myself anew; day after day, this despicable thatch m.ust\\nlose some film of its thickness some film of it, frayed away by tear and\\nwear, must be brushed off into the Ashpit, into the Laystall till by de-\\ngrees the whole has been brushed thither, and I, the dust-making, patent\\nRag-grinder, get new material to grind down. O subterbrutish vile", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nmost vile For have not I too a compact all-enclosing Skin, whiter or\\ndingier 1 Am I a botched mass of tailors and cobblers shreds, then\\nor a tightly-articulated, homogeneous little Figure, automatic, nay alive\\nStrange enough how creatures of the human-kind shut their eyes to\\nplainest facts and by the mere inertia of Oblivion and Stupidity, live\\nat ease in the midst of Wonders and Terrors. But indeed man is and\\nwas always, a blockhead and dallard much readier to feel and digest,\\nthan to think and consider. Prejudice, which he pretends to hate, is his\\nabsolute lawgiver mere use-and-wont everywhere leads him by the\\nnose: thus let but a Rising of the Sun, let but a Creation of the World\\nhappen twice, and it ceases to be marvellous, to be noteworthy, or notice-\\nable. Perhaps not once in a lifetime does it occur to your ordinary\\nbiped, of any country or generation, be he gold-mantled Prince or rus-\\nset-jerkined Peasant, that his Vestments and his Self are not one and\\nindivisible that he is naked, without vestments, till he buy or steal such,\\nand by forethought sew and button them,\\nFor my own part, these considerations, of our Clothes-thatch, and\\nhow, reaching inwards even to our heart of hearts, it tailorises and de-\\nmoralises us, fill me with a certain horror at myself and mankind al-\\nmost as one feels at those Dutch Cows, which, during the wet season,\\nyou see grazing deliberately with jackets and petticoats (of striped sack-\\ning), in the meadows of Gouda, Nevertheless there is something great\\nin the moment when a man first strips himself of adventitious wrap-\\npages and sees indeed that he is naked, and, as Swift has it, a forked\\nstraddling animal with bandy legs yet also a Spirit, and unutterable\\nMystery of Mysteries,\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nADAMITISM.\\nLet no courteous reader take offence at the opinions broached in the\\nconclusion of the last Chapter, The Editor himself, on first glancing\\nover that singular passage, was inclined to exclaim What, have we\\ngot not only a Sansculottist, but an enemy to Clothes in the abstract\\nA new Adamite, in this century, which flatters itself that it is the Nine-\\nteenth, and destructive both to Superstition and Enthusiasm 1\\nConsider, thou foolish Teufelsdrockh, what benefits unspeakable all\\nages and sexes derive from Clothes. For example, when thou thyself,\\na watery, pulpy, slobbery freshman and new-comer ia this Planet, sat-\\ntest muling and puking in thy nurse s arms sucking thy coral, and\\nlooking forth into the world in the blankest manner, what hadst thou\\nbeen, without thy blankets, and bibs, and other nameless hulls 1 A ter-\\nror to thyself and mankind Or hast thou forgotten the day when thou\\nfirst receivedst breeches, and thy long clothes became short The vil-\\nlage where thou livedst was all apprised of the fact and neighbor after\\nneighbor kissed thy pudding cheek, and gave thee, as handsel, silver or\\ncopper coins, on that the first gala-day of thy existence. Again, Avert\\nnot thou, at one period of life, a Buck, or Blood, or Macaroni, or In-\\ncroyable, or Dandy, or by whatever name, according to year and place,\\nsuch phenomenon is distinguished In that one word lie included mys-\\nterious volumes. Nay, now when the reign of folly is over, or altered,\\nand thy clothes are not for triumph but for defence, hast thou always\\nworn them perforce, and as a consequence of Man s Fall never rejoiced\\nin them as in a warm movable House, a Body round thy Body, wherein\\nthat strange Thee of thine sat snug, defying all variations of Climate 1\\nGirt with thick double-milled kerseys; half-buried under shawls and", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ADAMITISM. 29\\nbroadbrims, and overalls and mudboots, thy very fingers cased in doe-\\nskin and mittens, thou hast bestrode that Horse 1 ride; and, though it\\nwere in wild winter, dashed through the world, glorying in it as if thou\\nwert its lord. In vain did the sleet beat round thy temples it lighted\\nonly on thy impenetrable, felted or woven, case of wool. In vain did\\nthe winds howl, forests sounding and creaking, deep calling unto deep,\\nand the storms heap themselves together into one huge Arctic whirl-\\npool thou flewest through the middle thereof, striking fire from the\\nhighway; wild music hummed in thy ears, thou too wert as a sailor of\\nihe air, the wreck of matter and the crash of worlds was thy element\\nand propitiously wafting tide. Without Clothes, without bit or saddle,\\nwhat hadst thou been; what had thy fleet quadruped been Nature is\\ngood, but she is not the best here truly was the victory of Art over Na-\\nture. A thunderbolt indeed might have pierced thee all short of this\\nthou couldst defy.\\nOr, cries the courteous reader, has your Teufelsdrockh forgotten what\\nhe said lately about Aboriginal Savages, and their condition mise-\\nrable indeed V Would he have all this unsaid and us betake ourselves\\nagain to the matted cloak, and go sheeted in a thick natural fell T\\nNowise, courteous reader The Professor knows full well what he\\nis saying and both thou and we, in our haste, do him wrong. If\\nClothes, in these times, so tailorise and demoralise us, have they no\\nredeeming value can they not be altered to serve better; must they of\\nnecessity be tluown to the dogs 1 The truth is, Teufelsdrockh, though\\na Sansculottist, is no Adamite and much, perhaps, as he might wish to\\ngo forth before this degenerate age as a Sign, would nowise wish to\\ndo it, as those old Adamites did, in a state of Nakedness. The utility\\nof Clothes is altogether apparent to him nay, perhaps he has an insight\\ninto their more recondite, and almost mystic qualities, what we might\\ncall the omnipotent virtue of Clothes, such as was never before vouch-\\nsafed to any man. For example\\nYou see two individuals, he writes, one dressed in fine Red, the\\nother in coarse threadbare Blue Red says to Blue, Be hanged and\\nanatomised Blue hears with a shudder, and (O wonder of wonders\\nmarches sorrowfully to the gallows is there noosed up, vibrates his\\nhour, and the surgeons dissect him, and fit his bones into a skeleton for\\nmedical purposes. How is this or what make ye of your Nothing can\\nact but where it is Red has no physical hold of Blue, no clutch of him,\\nis nowise in contact with him neither are those ministering Sheriffs\\nand Lord-Lieutenants and Hangmen and Tipstaves so related to com-\\nmanding Red, that he can tug them hither and thither but each stands\\ndistinct within his own skin. Nevertheless, as it is spoken, so is it\\ndone the articulated Word sets all hands in Action and Rope and\\nImproved-drop perform their work.\\nThinking reader, the reason seems to me twofold; First, that Man\\nis a Spirit, and bound by invisible bonds to All Men Secondly, that he\\nwears Clothes, which are the visible emblems of that fact. Has not your\\nRed hanging-individual a horsehair wig, squirrel skins, and a plush\\ngown whereby all mortals know that he is a Judge Society, which\\nthe more I think of it astonishes me the more, is founded upon Cloth,\\nOften in my atrabiliar moods, when I read of pompous ceremonials,\\nFrankfort Coronations, Royal Drawing-rooms, Levees, Couchees and\\nhow the ushers and macers and pursuivants are all in waiting how-\\nDuke this is presented by Archduke that, and Colonel A by General B,\\nand innumerable Bishops, Admirals, and miscellaneous Functionaries,\\nare advancing gallantly to the Anointed Presence; and I strive, in my\\nremote privacy, to form a clear picture of that solemnity,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 on a sudden,\\nas by some enchanter s wand, the\u00e2\u0080\u0094 shall I speak if?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Clothes fly off\\n3*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nthe whole dramatic corps and Dukes, Grandees, Bishops, Generals,\\nAnointed Presence itself, every mother s son of them, stand straddling\\nthere, not a shirt on them and I know not whether to laugh or weep.\\nThis physical or psychical infirmity, in which perhaps I am not singu-\\nlar, I have, after hesitation, thought right to publish, for the solace of\\nthose afflicted with the like.\\nWould to Heaven, say we, thou hadst thought right to keep it secret\\nWho is there now that can read the five columns of Presentations in his\\nMorning Newspaper without a shudder Hypochondriac men, and all\\nmen are to a certain extent hypochondriac, should be more gently treated\\nWith what readiness our fancy, in this shattered state of the nerves, fol-\\nlows out the consequences which Teufelsdrockh, with a devilish cool-\\nness, goes on to draw\\nWhat would Majesty do, could such an accident befall in reality;\\nshould the buttons all simultaneously start, and the solid wool evaporate,\\nin very Deed, as here in Dream 1 Ach Gott How each skulks into\\nthe nearest hiding-place their high State Tragedy {Haupt- und Staats-\\nAction) becomes a Pickleherring-Farce to weep at, which is the worst\\nkind of Farce the tables (according to Horace), and with them, the\\nwhole fabric of Government, Legislation, Property, Police, and Civil-\\nized Society, are dissolved, in wails and howls.\\nLives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw address-\\ning a naked House of Lords 1 Imagination, choked as in Mephitic air,\\nrecoils on itself, and will not forward with the picture. The Woolsack,\\nthe Ministerial, the Opposition Benches infandum infandum I And\\nyet why is the thing impossible Was not every soul, or rather every\\nbody, of these Guardians of our Liberties, naked, or nearly so, last\\nnight a forked Radish with a head fantastically carved T And why\\nmight he not, did our stern Fate so order it, walk out to St. Stephen s, as\\nwell as into bed, in that no-fashion and there, with other similar Ra-\\ndishes, hold a Bed of Jisnetice 1 Solace those afflicted with the like\\nUnhappy Teufelsdrockh, had man ever such a physical or psychical\\ninfirmity before 1 And now how many, perhaps, may thy unparalleled\\nconfession (which we, even to the sounder British v/orld. and goaded on\\nby Critical and Biographical duty, grudge to re-impart) incurably\\ninfect therewith Art thou the malignest of Sansculottists, or only the\\nmaddest\\nIt will remain to be examined, adds the inexorable Teufelsdrockh,\\nin how far the Scarecrow, as a Clothed Person, is not also entitled to\\nbenefit of clergy, and English trial by jury nay, perhaps, considering\\nhis high function (for is not he too a Defender of Property, and Sove-\\nreign armed with the terrors of the Law 1), to a certain royal Immunity\\nand Inviolability which, however, misers and the meaner class of per-\\nsons are not always voluntarily disposed to grant him.\\nO my Friends, we are (in Yorick Sterne s words) but as\\nturkeys driven, with a stick and red clout, to the market or if some\\ndrivers, as they do in Norfolk, take a dried bladder and put peas in it, the\\nrattle thereof terrifies the boldest\\nCHAPTER X.\\nPURE REASON.\\nIt must now be apparent enough that our Professor, as above hinted,\\nis a speculative Radical, and of the very darkest tinge acknowledging,\\nfor most part, in the solemnities and paraphernalia of civilized Life,\\nwhich we make so much of, nothing but so many Cloth-rags, turkey-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "PURE KEASON. 31\\npoles, and Bladders with dried Peas. To linger among such specula-\\ntions, longer than mere Science requires, a discerning public can have no\\nwish. For our purposes the simple fact that such a Naked World is\\npossible, nay, actually exists (under the Clothed one), will be sufficient.\\nMuch, therefore, we omit about Kings wrestling naked on the green\\nwith Carmen, and the Kings being thrown: dissect them with scal-\\npels, says Teafelsdrockh the same viscera, tissues, livers, lights, and\\nother Life-tackle are there examine their spiritual mechanism the\\nsame great Need, great Greed, and little Faculty nay, ten to one but the\\nCarman who understands draught-cattle, the rimming of wheels, some-\\nthing of the laws of unstable and stable equilibrium, with other branches\\nof waggon-science, and has actually put forth his hand and operated on\\nNature, is the more cunningly gifted of the two. Whence, then, their\\nso unspeakable difference From Clothes. Much also we shall omit\\naboat confusion of Ranks, and Joan and My Lady, and how it would\\nbe everywhere Hail fellow well met, and Chaos were come again: all\\nwhich to any one that has once fairly pictured out the grand mother-idea,\\nSociety in a State of Nakedness, will spontaneously suggest itself. Should\\nsome sceptical individual still entertain doubts whether in a World\\nwithout Clothes, the smallest Politeness, Polity, or even Police, could\\nexist, let him turn to the original Volume, and view there the boundless\\nSerbonian Bogs of Sansculottism, stretching soLir and pestilential: over\\nwhich we have lightly flown where not only whole armies but whole\\nnations might sink If indeed the following argument, in its brief\\nri vetting emphasis, be not of itself incontrovertible and final:\\nAre we Opossums have we natural Pouches, like the Kangaroo\\nOr how, without Clothes, could we possess the master-organ, soul s-seat,\\nand true pineal gland of the Body Social I mean, a Purse\\nNevertheless, it is impossible to hate Professor Teufelsdrockh at worst,\\none knows not whether to hate or to love him. For though in looking\\nat the fair tapestry of human Life, with its royal and even sacred figures,\\nhe dwells not on the obverse alone, but here chiefly on the reverse and\\nindeed turns out the rough seams, tatters, and manifold thrums of that\\nunsightly wrong-side, with an almost diabolic patience and indifference,\\nwhich must have sunk him in the estimation of most readers,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there is\\nthat within which unspeakably distinguishes Mm from all other past\\nand present Sanscalottists. The grand unparalleled peculiarity of Teu-\\nfelsdrockh is, that with all his Descendentalism, he combines a Trans-\\ncendentalism no less superlative whereby if on the one hand he degrade\\nman below most animals, except those jacketted Gouda Cows, he, on the\\nother, exalts him beyond the visible Heavens, almost to an equality with\\nthe gods.\\nTo the eye of vulgar Logic, says he, what is man 1 An omni-\\nvorous Biped that wears Breeches. To the eye of Pure Reason what is\\nhe A Soul, a Spirit, and divine Apparition. Round his mysterious\\nMe, there lies, under all those wool-rags, a Garment of Flesh (or of Sen-\\nses), contextured in the Loom of Heaven whereby he is revealed to\\nhis like, and dwells with them in Union and Division and sees and\\nfashions for himself a Universe, with azure Starry Spaces, and long\\nThousands of Years. Deep-hidden is he under that strange Garment\\namid Sounds and Colors and Forms, as it were, swathed in, and inextri-\\ncably overshrouded: yet it is skywoven, and worthy of a God. Stands\\nhe not thereby in the centre of Immensities, in the conflux of Eternities\\nHe feels power has been given him to Know, to Believe nay does\\nnot the spirit of Love, free in its celestial primeval brightness, even here,\\nthough but for moments, look through Well said Saint Chrysostom,\\nwith his lips of gold, the true Shekinah is Man where else is the\\nt", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "A\\n32 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nGod s-Presence manifested not to our eyes only, but to our hearts, as in\\nour fellow man\\nIn such passages, unhappily too rare, the high Platonic Mysticism of\\nour Author, which is perhaps the fundamental element of his nature,\\nbursts forth, as it were, in full flood and, through all the vapor and\\nlarnish of what is often so perverse, so mean in his exierior and environ-\\nment, we seem to look into a whole inward Sea of Light and Love\\nthough, alas, the grim coppery clouds soon roll together again, and hide\\nit from view.\\nSuch tendency to Mysticism is everywhere traceable in this man; and\\nindeed, to attentive readers, must have been long ago apparent. Noth-\\ning that he sees but has more than a common meaning, but has two\\nmeanings: thus, if in the highest Imperial Sceptre and Charlemagne-\\nMantle, as v/ell as in the poorest Ox-goad and Gipsy-Blanket, he finds\\nProse, Decay, Contemptibility there is in each sort Poetry also, and a\\nreverend Worth. For Matter, were it never so despicable, is Spirit, the\\nmanifestation of Spirit were it never so honorable, can it be more 1\\nThe thing Visible, nay the thing Imagined, the thing in any way con-\\nceived as Visible, what is it but a Garment, a Clothing of the higher,\\ncelestial Invisible, unimaginable, formless, dark with excess of bright^\\nUnder which point of view the following passage, so strange in purport,\\nso strange in phrase, seems characteristic enough\\nThe beginning of all Wisdom is to look fi.xedly on Clothes, or even\\nwith armed eyesight, till they become transparent. The Philosopher,\\nsays the wisest of this age, must station himself in the middle how\\ntrue The Philosopher is he to whom the Highest has descended, and\\nthe Lowest has mounted up who is the equal and kindly brother of all.\\nShall we tremble before clothwebs and cobwebs, whether woven in\\nArkwright looms, or by the silent Arachnes that weave unrestingly in\\nour Imagination 1 Or, on the other hand, what is there that we cannot\\nlove since all was created by God\\nHappy he who can look through the Clothes of a Man (the woollen,\\nand fleshly, and official Bank-paper and State-paper Clothes), into the\\nMan liimself; and discern, it may be, in this or the other Dread Poten-\\ntate, a more or less incompetent Digestive-apparatus yet also an in-\\nscrutable venerable Mystery, in the meanest Tinker that sees with eyes!\\nFor the rest, as is natural to a man of this kind, he deals much in the\\nfeeling of Wonder insists on the necessity and high worth of univer-\\nsal Wonder; which he holds to be the only reasonable temper for the\\ndenizen of so singular a Planet as ours. Wonder, says he, is the\\nbasis of Worship the reign of wonder is perennial, indestructible in\\nMan only at certain stages (as the present), it is, for some short season,\\na reign in partibus infiddium. That progress of Science, which is to\\ndestroy Wonder, and in its stead substitute Mensuration and Numera-\\ntion, finds small favor with Teufelsdrockh, much as he otherwise vene-\\nrates these two latter processes.\\nShall your Science, exclaims he, proceed in the small chink-light-\\ned, or even oil-lighted, underground workshop of Logic alone; and\\nman s mind become an Arithmetical Mill, whereof Memory is the Hop-\\nper, and mere Tables of Sines and Tangents, Codification, and Trea-\\ntises of what you call Political Economy, are the Meal 1 And what is\\nthat Science, which the scientific head alone, were it screwed off, and\\n(like the Doctor s in the Arabian Tale) set in a basin, to keep it alive,\\ncould prosecute without shadow of a heart, but one other of the mecha-\\nnical and menial handicrafts, for which the Scientific Head (having a\\nSoul in it) is too noble an organ I mean that Thought without Rever-\\nence is barren, perhaps poisonous; at best, dies like Cookery with the\\n.iay that called it forth does not live, like sowing, in successive tilths", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "PROSPECTIVE. 33\\nand widpr-spreading harvests, bringing food and plenteous increase to\\nall Time.\\nIn such wise does Teufelsdrockh deal hits, harder or softer according\\n10 ability yet ever, as we would fain persuade ourselves, with charita-\\nble intern. Above all, that class of Logic-choppers, and treble-pipe\\nScoffers, and professed Enemies to Wonder who, in these days, so nu-\\nmerously patrol as night-constables about the Mechanics Institute of\\nScience, and cackle, like true Old Roman geese and goslings round\\ntheir Capitol, on any alarm, or on none nay who often, as illuminated\\nSceptics, walk abroad into peaceable society, in full daylight, with rattle\\nand lantern, and insist on guiding you and guarding you therewith,\\nthough the Sun is shining, and the street populous with mere justice-\\nloving men that whole class is inexpressibly wearisome to him. Hear\\nwith what uncommon animation he perorates\\nThe man who cannot wonder, who does not habitually wonder (and\\nworship), were he President of innumerable Royal Societies, and car-\\nried the whole Mecanique Celeste and Hegel s Philosophy, and the epi-\\ntome of all Laboratories and Observatories with their results, in his sin-\\ngle head, is but a Pair of Spectacles behind which there is no Eye. Let\\nthose who have Eyes look through him, then he may be useful.\\nThou wilt have no Mystery and Mysticism wilt walk through thy\\nworld by the sunshine of what thou callest Truth, or even by the Hand-\\nlamp of what I call Attorney Logic; and explain all, account for all,\\nor believe nothing of it 1 Nay, thou wilt attempt laughter whoso re-\\ncognizes the unfathomable, all-pervading domain of Mystery, which is\\neverywhere under our feet and among our hands to whom, the Universe\\nis an Oracle and Temple, as well as a Kitchen and Cattle-stall, he\\nshall be a (delirious) Mystic to him thou, with sniffing charity, wilt\\nprotrusively proffer thy Handlamp, and shriek, as one injured, when he\\nkicks his foot through it? Armer Teufel! Doth not thy Cow calve,\\ndoth not thy Bull gender 1 Thou thyself, wert thou not Born, wilt thou\\nnot Die 1 Explain me all this, or do one of two things Retire inta\\nprivate places with thy foolish cackle or, what were better, give it up,\\nand weep, not that the reign of wonder is done, and God s world all dis-\\nembellished and prosaic, but that thou hitherto art a Dilettante and sand-\\nblind Pedant.\\nV\\nCHAPTER XI,\\nPROSPECTIVE.\\nThe Philosophy of Clothes is now to all readers, as we predicted it\\nwould do, unfolding itself into new boundless expansions, of a cloud-\\ncapt, almost chimerical aspect, yet not without azure loomings in the far\\ndistance, and streaks as of an Elysian brightness the highly questiona-\\nble purport and promise of which it is becoming more and more import-\\nant for us to ascertain. Is that a real Elysian brightness, cries many a\\ntimid wayfarer, or the reflex of Pandemonian lava 1 Is it of a truth\\nleading us into beatific Asphodel mea(?ows, or the yellow-burning marl\\nof a Hell-on-Earth 1\\nOur Professor, like other Mystics, whether delirious or inspired, gives\\nan Editor enough to do. Ever higher and dizzier are the heights he\\nleads us to more piercing, all-comprehending, all-confounding are his\\nviews and glances. For example, this of Nature being not an Aggre-\\ngate but a whole\\nWell sang the Hebrew Psalmist If I take the wings of the morn-\\ning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the universe, God is there,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "31 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nThou too, O cultivated reader, who too probably art no Psalmist, but a\\nProsaist, knowing God only by tradition, knowest thou any corner of\\nthe world where at least Force is not 1 The drop which thou shakest\\nfrom thy wet hand, rests not w here it falls, but to-morrow thou findest it\\nswept away already, on the wings of the Northwind, it is nearing the\\nTropic of Cancer. How came it to evaporate, and not lie motionless 1\\nThinkest thou there is aught motionless; without Force, and utterly\\ndead-?\\nAs I rode through the Schwarzwald, I said to myself: That little\\nfire which glows star-like across the dark-growing {nachtende) moor,\\nwhere the sooty smith bends over his anvil, and thou hopest to replace\\nthy lost horse-shoe, is it a detached, separated speck, cut off from the\\nwhole Universe or indissolubly joined to the whole 1 Thou fool, that\\nsmithy-fire was (primarily) kindled at the Sun is fed by air that circu-\\nlates from before Noah s Deluge, from beyond the Dogstar; therein, wilh\\nIron Force and Coal Force, and the far stronger Force of Man, are cun-\\nning affinities and battles and victories of Force brought about it is a\\nlittle ganglion, or nervous centre, in the great vital system of Immensity.\\nCall it, if thou wilt, an unconscious Altar, kindled on the bosom of the\\nAll whose iron sacrifice, whose iron smoke and influence reach quite\\nthrough the All whose Dingy Priest, not by word, yet by brain and\\nsinew, preaches forth the mystery of Force nay, preaches forth (exote-\\nrical enough) one little textlet from the Gospel of Freedom, the Gospel\\nof Man s Force, commanding, and one day to be all-commanding.\\nDetached, separated I say there is no such separation nothing\\nhitherto was ever stranded, cast aside but all, were it only a withered\\nleaf, works together with all is borne forward on the bottomless, shore-\\nless flood of Action, and lives through perpetual metamorphoses. The\\nwithered leaf is not dead and lost, there are Forces in it and around it,\\nthough working in inverse order else how could it tot Despise not\\nthe rag from which man makes Paper, or the litter from which the\\nEarth makes Corn. Rightly viewed no meanest object is insignificant\\nall objects are as windows, through which the philosophic eye looks into\\nInfinitude itself\\nAgain, leaving that wondrous Schwarzwald Smithy-Altar, what\\nvacant, high-sailing air-ships are these, and whither will they sail\\nwith us 1\\nAll visible things are Emblems what thou seest is not there on its\\nown account strictly taken, is not there at all Matter exists only spi-\\nritually, and to represent some Idea, and body it forth. Hence Clothes,\\nas despicable as we think them, are so unspeakably significant. Clothes,\\nfrom the King s mantle downwards, are emblematic, not of want only,\\nbut of a manifold cmming Victory over Want. On the other hand, all\\nemblematic things are properly Clothes, thought- woven or hand- woven\\nmust not the Imagination weave Garments, visible Bodies, wherein the\\nelse invisible creations and inspirations of our Reason are, like Spirits,\\nrevealed, and first become all-powerful the rather if, as we often see,\\nthe Hand, too, aid her, and (by wool Clothes or otherwise) reveal such\\neven to the outward eye 1\\nMen are properly said to be clothed with Authority, clothed with\\nBeauty, with Curses, and the like. Nay, if you consider it, what is\\nMan himself, and his whole terrestrial Life, but an Emblem. a Clothing\\nor visible Garment for that divine Me of his, cast hither, like a light-\\nparticle, down from Heaven Thus is he said also to be clothed with\\na Body.\\nLanguage is called the Garment of Thought: however, it should\\nrather be. Language is the Flesh-Garment, the Body, of Thought. I\\nsaid that Imagination wove this Flesh-Garment and does she not", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "PROSPECTIVE. 35\\nMetaphors are her stuff: examine Language what, if you except some\\nfew primitive elements (of natural sound), what is it all but Metaphors,\\nrecognized as such, or no longer recognized; still fluid and florid, or\\nnow solid-grown and colorless 1 If those same primitive elements are\\nthe osseous fixtures in the Flesh-Garment, Language, then are Meta-\\nphors its muscles and tissues and living integuments. An unmetaphor-\\nical style you shall in vain seek for is not your very Attentioii a Stretch-\\ning-to? The difference lies here some styles are lean, adust, wiry, the\\nmuscle itself seems osseous some are even quite jiallid, hunger-bitten,\\nand dead-looking while others again glow in the flush of health and\\nvigorous self-growth, sometimes (as in my own case) not without an\\napoplectic tendency. Moreover, there are sham Metaphors, which over-\\nhanging that same Thought s Body (best naked), and deceptively bedi-\\nzening, or bolstering it out, may be called its false stuffings, superfluous\\nshow-cloaks (Putz-Mdntel), and tawdry woollen rags whereof he that\\nruns and reads may gather whole hampers, and burn them.\\nThan which paragraph on Metaphors did the reader ever chance to\\nsee a more surprisingly metaphorical However, that is not our chief\\ngrievance the Professor continues\\nWhy multiply instances 1 It is written, the Heavens and the Earth\\nshall fade away like a Vesture which indeed they are the Time-\\nvesture of the Eternal. Whatsoever sensibly exists, whatsoever repre-\\nsents Spirit to Spirit, is properly a Clothing, a suit of Raiment, put on\\nfor a season, and to be laid off. Thus in this one pregnant subject of\\nClothes, rightly understood, is included all that men have thought,\\ndreamed, done, and been the whole External Universe and what it\\nholds is but Clothing and the essence of all Science lies in the Philo-\\nsophy OF Clothes.\\nTowards these dim infinitely-expanded regions, close-bordering on\\nthe impalpable Inane, it is not without apprehension, and perpetual dif-\\nficulties, that the Editor sees himself journeying and struggling. Till\\nlately a cheerful daystar of hope hung before him, in the expected Aid\\nof Hofrath Heuschrecke which daystar, however, melts now, not into\\nthe red of morning, but into a vague, grey half-light, uncertain whether\\ndawn of day or dusk of utter darkness. For the last week, these so-\\ncalled Biographical Documents are in his hand. By the kindness of a\\nScottish Hamburgh Merchant, whose name, known to the whole mer-\\ncantile world, he must not mention but whose honorable courtesy, now\\nand often before spontaneously manifested to him, a mere literary stran-\\nger, he cannot soon forget, the bulky Weissnichtwo Packet, with all\\nits Customhouse seals, foreign hieroglyphs, and miscellaneous tokens of\\nTravel, arrived here in perfect safety, and free of cost. The reader\\nshall now fancy with what hot haste it was broken up, with what breath-\\nless expectation glanced over; and, alas, with what unquiet disappoint-\\nment it has, since then, been often thrown down, and again taken up.\\nHofrath Heuschrecke, in a too long-winded Letter, full of compliment;-,\\nWeissnichtwo politics, dining repartees, and other ephemeral trivialities,\\nproceeds to remind us of what we knew well already that however it\\nmay be with Metaphysics, and other abstract Science originating in the\\nHead Verstand) alone, no Life-Philosophy (LebenspMlosophie), such as\\nthis of Clothes pretends to be, which originates equally in the Character\\n{Gemuth), and equally speaks thereto, can attain its significance till the\\nCharacter itself is known and seen till the Author s View of the\\nWorld (Weltansicht), and how he actively and passively came by such\\nview, are clear: in short till a Biography of him has been philosophico-\\npoetically written, and philosophico-poetically read. Nay, adds he,\\nwere the speculative scientific Truth even known, you still, in this\\ninquiring age, ask yourself, Whence came it, and Why, and How?", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 SAHTOR RESARTUS.\\nand rest not, till, if no better may be, Fancy have shaped out an answer\\nand either in the authentic lineaments of Fact, or the forged ones of\\nFiction, a complete picture and Genetical History of the Man and his\\nspiritual Endeavor lies before you. But why, says the Hofrath, and\\nindeed say we, do I dilate on the uses of our Teufelsdrockh s Biogra-\\nphy 1 The great Herr Minister von Goethe has penetratingly remarked\\nthat Man is properly the only object that interests man thus I too have\\nnoted, that in Weissnichtwo our whole conversation is little or nothing\\nelse but Biography or Autobiography ever humano-anecdotical {men-\\nsMich-ayiecdotisch). Biography is by nature the most universally profit-\\nable, universally pleasant of all things especially Biography of distin-\\nguished individuals.\\nBy this time, mein Verehrtester my Most Esteemed), continues he,\\nwith an eloquence which, unless \\\\h.e words be purloined from Teufels-\\ndrockh, or some trick of his, as we suspect, is well nigh unaccountable,\\nby this time you are fairly plunged (veriiefl) in that mighty forest of\\nClothes-Philosophy and jooking round, as all readers do, with astonish-\\nment enough. Such portions and passages as you have already mas-\\ntered, and brought to paper, could not but awaken a strange curiosity\\ntouching the mind they issued from the perhaps unparalleled psychical\\nmechanism, which manufactured such matter, and emitted it to the light\\nof day. Had Teufelsdrockh also a father and mother did he, at one\\ntime, wear drivel-bibs, and live on spoon-meat 1 Did he ever, in rap-\\nture and tears, clasp a friend s bosom to his looks he also wistfully into\\nthe long burial-aisle of the Past, where only winds, and their low harsh\\nmoan, give inarticulate answer 1 Has he fought duels good Heaven\\nhow did he comport himself when in Love By what singular stair-\\nsteps, in short, and subterranean passages, and sloughs of Despair, and\\nsteep Pisgah hills, has he reached this wonderful prophetic Hebron (a\\ntrue Old-Clothes Jewry) where he now dwells\\nTo all these natural questions the voice of public History is as yet\\nsilent. Certain only that he has been, and is, a Pilgrim, and Traveller\\nfrom a far Country; more or less footsore and travel-soiled; has parted\\nwith road-companions fallen among thieves, been poisoned by bad cook-\\nery, blistered with bugbites nevertheless, at every stage (for they have\\nlet him pass), has had the Bill to discharge. But the whole particulars\\nof his Route, his Weather-observations, the picturesque Sketches he\\ntook, though all regularly jotted down (indelible sympathetic-ink by an\\ninvisible interior Penman), are these nowhere forthcoming 1 Perhaps\\nquite lost one other leaf of that mighty Volume (of human Memory)\\neft to iiy abroad, unprinted, unpublished, unbound up, as waste paper\\nand rot, the sport of rainy winds\\nNo, verehrtester Herr Herausgcber in no wise 1 here, by the unex-\\nampled favor you stand in with our Sage, send not a Biography only,\\nbut an Autobiography at least the materials for such wherefrom if I\\nmisreckon not, your perspicacity will draw fullest insight and so the\\nwhole Philosophy and Philosopher of Clothes stands clear to the won-\\ndering eyes of England, nay, thence, through America, through Hin-\\ndostan, and the antipodal New Holland, finally conquer {einnehinen) great\\npart of this terrestrial Planet\\nAnd now let the sympathising reader judge of our feeling when, in\\nplace of this same Autobiography with fullest insight, we find Six\\nconsiderable Paper-bags, carefully sealed, and marked successively, in\\ngilt China-ink, with the symbols of the Six southern Zodiacal Signs, begin-\\nning at Libra in the inside of which sealed Bags lie miscellaneous\\nmasses of Sheets, and oftener Shreds and Snips, written in Professor\\nTeufelsdrockh s scarce legible cursiv-schrift and treating of all ima-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "PliOSPECTIVE. 37\\nginable things under the Zodiac, and above it, but of his own personal\\nhistory only at rare intervals, and then in the most enigmatic manner!\\nWhole fascicles there are, wherein the Professor, or as he here speak-\\ning in the third person calls himself, the Wanderer, is not once\\nnamed. Then again, amidst what seems to be a Metaphysico-theological\\nDisquisition, Detached Thoughts on the Steam-engine, or, The\\ncontinued Possibility of Prophecy, we shall meet with some quite pri-\\nvate, not unimportant Biographical fact. On certain sheets stand\\nDreams, authentic or not, while the circumjacent waking Actions are\\nomitted. Anecdotes, oftenest without date of place or lime, fly loosely\\non separate slips, like Sibylline leaves. Interspersed also are long purely\\nAutobiographical delineations, yet without connection, without recogniz-\\nable coherence so unimportant, so superfluously minute, they almost\\nremind us of P. P. Clerk of this Parish. Thus does famine of intel-\\nligence alternate with waste. Selection, order appears to be unknown\\nto the Professor. In all Bags the same imbroglio only perhaps in the\\nBag Capricorn, and those near it, the confusion a little worse confound-\\ned. Close by a rather eloquent Oration On receiving the Doctor s-\\nHat, lie washbills marked bezahlt (settled). His Travels are indicated\\nby the Street-Advertisements of the various cities he has visited of\\nwhich Street- Advertisements, in most living tongues, here is perhaps the\\ncompletest collection extant.\\nSo that if the Clothes Volume itself was too like a Chaos, we have\\nnow instead of the solar Luminary that should still it, the airy Limbo\\nwhich by intermixture will farther volatilise and discompose it As\\nwe shall perhaps see it our duty ultimately to deposit these Six Paper-\\nBags in the British Museum, farther description, and all vituperation of\\nthem, may be spared. Biography or Autobiography of Teufelsdrdckh\\nthere is, clearly enough, none to be gleaned here at most some sketchy,\\nshadowy fugitive likeness of him may, by unheard-of efforts, partly of\\nintellect, partly of imagination, on the side of Editor and of Reader,\\nrise up between them. Only as a gaseous-chaotic Appendix to that\\naqueous-chaotic Volume can the contents of the Six Bags hover round\\nus, and portions thereof be incorporated Avith our delineation of it.\\nDaily and nightly does the Editor sit (with green spectacles) decipher-\\ning these unimaginable Documents from their perplexed cursiv-schrift\\ncollating them with the almost equally unimaginable Volume, which\\nstands in legible print. Over such a universal medley of high and low,\\nof hot, cold, moist and dry, is he here struggling (by union of like with\\nlike, which is Method) to build a firm Bridge for British travellers.\\nNever perhaps since our first Bridge-builders, Sin and Death, built that\\nstupendous Arch from Hell-gate to the Earth, did any Pontifex, or Pon-\\ntiff, undertake such a task as the present Editor. For in this Arch too,\\nleading, as we humbly presume, far otherwards than that grand primeval\\none, the materials are to be fished up from the weltering deep, and down\\nfrom the simmering air, here one mass, there another, and cunningly\\ncemented, while the elements boil beneath nor is there any supernatu-\\nral force to do it with; but simply the Diligence and feeble thinking\\nFaculty of an English Editor, endeavoring to evolve printed Creation\\nout of a German printed and written Chaos, w^herein, as he shoots to\\nand fro in it, gathering, clutching, piecing the Why to the far-distant\\nWherefore, his whole Faculty and Self are like to be swallowed up.\\nPatiently, under these incessant toils and agitations, does the Editor,\\ndismissing all anger, see his otherwise robust health declining; some\\nfraction of his allotted natural sleep nightly leaving him, and little but\\nan inflamed nervous-system to be looked for. What is the use of\\nHealth, or of Life, if not to do some work therewith And what work\\nnobler than transplanting foreign Thought into the barren domestic\\n4", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 SARTOR KESARTUS.\\nsoil except indeed planting Thought of your own, which the fewest\\nare privileged to do 1 Wild as it looks, this Philosophy of Clothes, can\\nwe ever reach its real meaning, promises to reveal new-coming Eras,\\nthe first dim rudiments and already-budding germs of a nobler Era, in\\nUniversal History. Is not such a prize worth some striving Forward\\nwith us, courageous reader be it towards failure or towards success\\nThe latter thou sharest with us, the former also is not all our own.\\nBOOK II.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nGENESIS,\\nIn a psychological point of view, it is perhaps questionable whether\\nfrom birth and genealogy, how closely scrutinised soever, much insight\\nis to be gained. Nevertheless, as in every phenomenon the Beginning\\nremains always the most notable moment so, with regard to any great\\nman, we rest not till, for our scientific profit or not, the whole circum-\\nstances of his first appearance in this Planet, and what manner of Pub-\\nlic Entry he made, are with utmost completeness rendered manifest. To\\nthe Genesis of our Clothes-Philosopher, then, be this First Chapter con-\\nsecrated. Unhappily, indeed, he seems to be of quite obscure extrac-\\ntion; uncertain, we might almost say, whether of any: so that this\\nGenesis of his can properly be nothing but an Exodus (or transit out of\\nInvisibility into Visibility) whereof the preliminary portion is nowhere\\nforthcoming.\\nIn the village of Entepfuhl, thus writes he, in the Bag Libra, on\\nvarious Papers, which we arrange with difficulty, dwelt Andreas Fut-\\nteral and his wife childless, in still seclusion, and cheerful though now\\nverging towards old age. Andreas had been grenadier Sergeant, and\\neven regimental Schoolmaster imder Frederick the Great; but now,\\nquitting the halbert and ferule for the spade and pruning-hook, cultivated\\na little Orchard, on the produce of which he, Cincinnatus-like, lived not\\nwithout dignity. Fruits, the peach, the apple, the grape, with other va-\\nrieties came in their season all which Andreas knew how to sell on\\nevenings he smoked largely, or read (as beseemed a regimental School-\\nmaster), and talked to neighbors that would listen about the victory of\\nRossbach and how Fritz the Only (der Einzige) had once with his own\\nroyal lips spoken to him, had been pleased to say when Andreas as\\ncamp-sentinel demanded the pass-word, Schtoeig Du Hund (Peace,\\nhound before any of his staff-adjutants could answer, Dasnenn ick\\nmir einen Kdnig, there is what I call a King, would Andreas exclaim\\nbut the smoke of Kunersdorf was still smarting his eyes.\\nGretchen, the housewife, won like Desdemona by the deeds rather\\nthan the looks of her now veteran Othello, lived not in altogether mili-\\ntary subordination for, as Andreas said, the womankind will not drill\\n(joer kann die Weiberchen dressircn) nevertheless she at heart loved\\nhim both for valor and wisdom to her a Prussian grenadier Sergeant\\nand Regiment s-Schoolmaster was little other than a Cicero and Cid\\nwhat you see, yet cannot see over, is as good as infinite. Nay, was not\\nAndreas in very deed a man of order, courage, downrightness Gerad", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "GENESIS. 39\\nheii) that understood Busching s Geography, had been in the victory\\nof Rossbach, and left for dead in the camisade of Hochkirch 1 The\\ngood Gretchen, for all her fretting, watched over him and hovered round\\nhim, as only a true housemother can assiduously she cooked and sewed\\nand scoured for him so that not only his old regimental sword and\\ngrenadier-cap, but the whole habitation and environment, where on pegs\\nof honor they hung, looked ever trim and ga.y a roomy painted Cot-\\ntage, embowered in fruit-trees and forest-trees, evergreens and honey-\\nsuckles; rising many-colored from amid shaven grass-plots, flowers\\nstrug-gling in through the very windows; under its long projecting eaves\\nnothing but garden-tools in methodic piles (to screen them from rain),\\nand seats, where, especially on summer nights, a King might have\\nwished to sit and smoke, and call it his. Sach a Bauer gut (Copyhold)\\nhad Gretchen given her veteran whose sinewy arms, and long-disused\\ngardening talent, had made it what you saw.\\nInto this umbrageous Man s-nest, one meek yellow evening or dusk,\\nwhen the Sun, hidden indeed from terrestrial Entepfuhl, did neverthe-\\nless journey visible and radiant along the celestial Balance {Libra), it\\nwas that a Stranger of reverend aspect entered and, with grave saluta-\\ntion, stood before the two rather astonished housemates. He was close-\\nmuffled in a wide mantle which without farther parley unfolding, he\\ndeposited therefrom what seemed some Basket, overhung with green\\nPersian silk saying only Ihr lieben Leute^ hier bringe ein unschdtz-\\nhares, Verleihen; nehmt es in alter Add, sorgfdltigst benutzt es: mit hohem\\nLohn, oder wohl mit scMoerem Zinsen, wiriVs einst ziirucJcgefordert,\\nGood Christian people, here lies for you an invaluable Loan take all\\nheed thereof, in all carefulness employ it with high recompense, or else\\nwith heavy penalty, will it one day be required back. Uttering which\\nsingular words, in a clear, bell-like, for ever memorable tone, the Stran-\\nger gracefully withdrew; and before Andreas or his wife, gazing inex\\npectant wonder, had time to fashion either question or ?mswer, was clean\\ngone. Neither out of doors could aught of him be seen or heard he\\nhad vanished in the thickets, in the dusk the Orchard-gate stood quiet-\\nly closed the Stranger was gone once and always. So sudden had the\\nwhole transaction been, in the autumn stillness and twilight, so gentle,\\nnoiseless, that the Futterals could have fancied it all a trick of Imagina-\\ntion, or some visit from an authentic Spirit. Only that the green silk\\nBasket, such as neither Imagination nor authentic Spirits are wont to\\ncarry, still stood visible and tangible on their little parlor-table. Towards\\nthis the astonished couple, now with lit candle, hastily turned their at-\\ntention. Lifting the green veil, to see what invaluable it hid, they de-\\nscried there, amid down and rich white wrappages, no Pitt Diamond or\\nHapsburg Regalia, but in the softest sleep, a little red-colored Infant\\nBeside it, lay a roll of gold Friedrichs, the exact amount of which was\\nnever publicly known also a Taufschein (baptismal certificate), where-\\nin unfortunately nothing but the Name was decipherable other docu-\\nment or indication none whatever.\\nTo wonder and conjecture was unavailing, then and thenceforth.\\nNowhere in Entepfuhl, on the morrow or next day, did tidings trans-\\npire of any such figure as the Stranger nor could the Traveller, who\\nhad passed through the neighboring Town in coach-and-four, be con-\\nnected with this Apparition, except in the way of gratuitous surmise.\\nMeanwhile, for Andreas and his wife, the grand practical problem was\\nWhat to do with this little sleeping red-colored Infant 1 Amid amaze-\\nments and curiosities, which had to die away without external satisfy-\\ning, they resolved, as in such circumstances charitable prudent people\\nneeds must, on nursing it, though with spoon-meat, into whiteness, and\\nif possible into manhood. The Heavens smiled on their endeavor thus", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nhas that same mysterious Individual ever since had a status for himself,\\nin this visible Universe, some modicum of victual and lodging and\\nparade-ground and now expanded in bulk, faculty, and knowledge of\\ngood and evil, he, as Her Diogenes Teufelsdrockh, professes, or is\\nready to profess, perhaps not altogether without effect, in the new Uni-\\nversity of Weissnichtwo, the new Science of Things in General.\\nOur Philosopher declares here, as indeed we should think he well\\nmight, that these facts, first communicated, by the good Gretchen Fut-\\nteral, in his twelfth year, produced on the boyish heart and fancy a quite\\nindelible impression. Who this reverend Personage, he says, that\\nglided into the Orchard Cottage when the Sun was in Libra, and then,\\nas on spirit s wings, glided out again, might be An inexpressible\\ndesire, full of love and of sadness, has often since struggled within me\\nto shape an answer. Ever in my distresses and my loneliness, has Fan-\\ntasy turned, full of longing {sehnsiichtsvoll), to that unknown Father,\\nwho, perhaps far from me, perhaps near, either way invisible, might have\\ntaken me to his paternal bosom, there to lie screened from man)^ a woe.\\nThou beloved Father, dost thou still, shut out from me only by thin\\npenetrable curtains of earthly Space, wend to and fro among the crowd\\nof the living 1 Or art thou hidden by those far thicker curtains of the\\nEverlasting Night, or rather of the Everlasting Day, through which my\\nmortal eye and outstretched arms need not strive to reach Alas I\\nknow not, and in vain vex myself to know. More than once, heart-\\ndeluded, have I taken for thee this and the other noble-looking Stranger;\\nand approached him wistfully, with infinite regard but he too must\\nrepel me, he too was not thou.\\nAnd yet, O Man born of Woman, cries the Autobiographer, with\\none of his sudden whirls, wherein is my case peculiar 1 Hadst thou,\\nany more than I, a Father whom thou knowest The Andreas and\\nGretchen, or the Adam and Eve, who led thee into Life, and for a time\\nsuckled and pap-fed thee there, whom thou namest Father and Mother\\nthese were, like mine, but ihy nursing-father and nursing-mother thy\\ntrue Beginning and Father is in Heaven, whom with the bodily eye thou\\nshalt never behold, but only with the spiritual.\\nThe little green veil, adds he, among much similar moralising,\\nand embroiled discoursing, I yet keep still more inseparably the\\nName, Diogenes Teufelsdrockh. From the veil can nothing be inferred\\na piece of now quite faded Persian silk, like thousands of others. On\\nthe Name I have many times meditated and conjectured but neither in\\nthis lay there any clue. That it was my unknown Father s name I must\\nhesitate to believe. To no purpose have I searched through all the\\nHerald s Books, in and without the German Empire, and through all\\nmanner of Subscriber- Lists {PrdnumeranteTi), Militia-Rolls, and other\\nName Catalogues extraordinary names as we have in Germany, t]}e\\nname of Teufelsdrockh, except as appended to my own person, nowhere\\noccurs. Again, what may the unchristian rather than Christian Dio-\\ngenes mean 7 Did that reverend Basket-bearer intend, by such desig-\\nnation, to shadow forth my future destiny, or his own present malign\\nhumor 1 Perhaps the latter, perhaps both. Thou ill-starred Parent, who\\nlike an Ostrich must leave thy ill-starred offspring to be hatched into\\nself-support by the mere sky-influences of Chance, can thy pilgrimage\\nhave been a smooth one 1 Beset by Misfortune thou doubtless hast been\\nor indeed by the worst figure of Misfortune, by Misconduct. Often have\\nI fancied how, in thy hard life-battle, thou wert shot at and slung at,\\nwounded, hand-fettered, hamstrung, browbeaten and bedevilled, by the\\nTime-Spirit {Zeitgeist) in thyself and others, till the good soul first given\\nthee was seared into grim rage and thou hadst nothing for it but to\\nleave in me an indignant appeal to the Future, and living speaking Pro-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "GENESIS. 41\\ntest against the Devil, as that same Spirit not of the Time only, but of\\nTime itself, is well named Which Appeal and Protest, may I now\\nmodestly add, was not perhaps quite lost in air.\\nFor, indeed, as Walter Shandy often insisted, there is much, nay,\\nalmost all, in Names. The name is the earliest Garment you wrap\\nround the Earth- visiting Me to which it thenceforth cleaves, more tena-\\nciously (for there are Names that have lasted nigh thirty centuries) than\\nthe very skin. And now from without, what mystic influences does it\\nnot send inwards, even to the centre especially in those plastic first-\\ntimes, when the whole soul is yet infantine, soft, and the invisible seed-\\ngrain will grow to be an all over-shadowing tree Names 1 Could I\\nunfold the influence of Names, which are the most important of all\\nClothings, I were a second greater Trismegistus. Not only all common\\nSpeech, but Science, Poetry itself is no other, if thou consider it, than a\\nright Naming. Adam s first task was giving names to natural Appear-\\nances what is ours still but a continuation of the same be the Appear-\\nances exotic- vegetable, organic, mechanic, stars, or starry movements\\n(as in Science) or (as in Poetry) passions, virtues, calamities, God-attri-\\nbutes, God s 1 In a very plain sense the Proverb says. Call one a thief\\nand he will steal in an almost similar sense, may we not perhaps say. Call\\none Diogenes Teufelsdrdckh and he will open the Philosophy of Clothes.\\nMeanwhile the incipient Diogenes, like others, all ignorant of his\\nWhy, his How or Whereabout, was opening his eyes to the kind Light\\nsprawling out his ten fingers and toes listening, tasting, feeling in a\\nword, by all his Five Senses, still more by his Sixth sense of Hunger,\\nand a whole infinitude of inward, spiritual, half-awakened Senses, en-\\ndeavoring daily to acquire for himself some knowledge of this strange\\nUniverse where he had arrived, be his task therein what it might. Infi-\\nnite was his progress thiTs in some fifteen months, he could perform the\\nmiracle of\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Speech To breed a fresh Soul, is it not like brooding a\\nfresh (celestial) Egg; wherein as yet all is formless, powerless; yet by\\ndegrees organic elements and fibres shoot through the watery albumen;\\nand out of vague Sensation, grows Thought, grows Fantasy and Force,\\nand we have Philosophies, Dynasties, nay, Poetries and Religions\\nYoung Diogenes, or rather young Gneschen, for by such diminutive\\nhad they in their fondness named him, travelled forward to those high\\nconsummations, by quick yet easy stages. The Futterals, to avoid vain\\ntalk, and moreover keep the roll of gold Friedrichs safe, gave out that\\nhe was a grand-nephew the orphan of some sister s daughter, suddenly\\ndeceased, in Andreas s distant Prussian birth-land of whom, as of her\\nindigent sorrowing widower, little enough was known at Entepfuhl.\\nHeedless of all which, the Nurseling took to his spoon-meat, and throve.\\nI have heard him noted as a still infant, that kept his mind much to him-\\nself; above all, that seldom or never cried. He already felt that time\\nwasprecious; that he had other work cut out for him than whimpering.\\nSuch, after utmost painful search and collation among these miscella-\\nneous Paper-masses, is all the notice we can gather of Herr Teufels-\\ndrockh s genealogy. More imperfect, more enigmatic it can seem to\\nfew readers than to us. The Professor, in whom truly we more and\\nmore discern a certain satirical turn, and deep under-currents of roguish\\nwhim, for the present stands pledged in honor, so we will not doubt him\\nbut seems it not conceivable that, by the good Gretchen Futteral, or\\nsome other perhaps interested party, he has himself been deceived\\nShould these Sheets, translated or not, ever reach the Entepfuhl Circu-\\nlating-Library, some cultivated native of that district might feel called\\nto afford explanation. Nay, since Books, like invisible scouts, permeatf\\nthe whole habitable globe, and Tombuctoo itself is not safe from British\\nLiterature, may not some Copy find out even the mysterious Basket\\n4*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nbearing stranger, who in a state of extreme senility perhaps still exists\\nand gently force even him to disclose himself; to claim openly a son, in\\nwhom any father may feel pride 1\\nCHAPTER II.\\nIDYLLIC.\\nHappy season of Childhood exclaims Teufelsdrockh Kind Na-\\nture, that art to all a bountiful mother that visitest the poor man s hut\\nwith auroral radiance; and for thy Nurseling hast provided a soft\\nswathing of Love and infinite Hope, wherein he waxes and slumbers,\\ndanced-round {umgaukelt) by swedtest Dreams If the paternal Cottage\\nstill shuts us in, its roof still screens us; with a Father we have as yet a\\nprophet, priest and king, and an Obedience that makes us Free. The\\nyoung spirit has awakened out of Eternity, and knows not what we\\nmean by Time; as yet Time is no fast-hurrying stream, but a sportful\\nsunlit ocean years to the child are as ages ah the secret of Vicissi-\\ntude, of that slower or quicker decay and ceaseless downrushing of the\\nuniversal World-fabric, from the granite mountain to the man or day-\\nmoth, is yet unknown and in a motionless Universe, we taste, what af-\\nterwards in this quick- whirling Universe is for ever denied us, the balm\\nof Rest. Sleep on, thou fair Child, for thy long rough journey is at\\nhand A little while, and thou too shalt sleep no more, but thy very\\ndreams shall be mimic battles thou too, with old Arnauld, must say in\\nstern patience Rest 1 Resf? Shall I not have all Eternity to rest in\\nCelestial Nepenthe though a Pyrrhus conquer empires, and an Alex-\\nander sack the world, he finds thee not and thou hast once fallen gen-\\ntly, of thy own accord, on the eye-lids, on the heart of every mother s\\ncMld. For as yet, sleep and waking are one: the fair Life-garden\\nrustles infinite around, and everywhere is dewy fragrance, and the bud-\\nding of Hope which budding, if in youth, too frostnipt, it gTOWS to\\nflowers, will in manhood yield no fruit, but a prickly, bitter-rinded stone-\\nfruit, of which the fewest can find the kernel.\\nIn such rose-colored light does our Professor, as Poets are wont, look\\nback on his childhood the historical details of which (to say nothing of\\nmuch other vague oratorical matter) he accordingly dwells on, with an\\nalmost wearisome minuteness. We hear of Entepfuhl standing in\\ntrustful derangement among the woody slopes the paternal Orchard\\nflanking it as extreme out-post from below the little Kuhbach gushing\\nkindly by, among beech-rows, through river after river, into the Donau,\\ninto the Black Sea, into the Atmosphere and Universe; and how the\\nbrave old Linden, stretching like a parasol of twenty ells in radius,\\novertopping all other rows and clumps, towered up from the central\\nAgora and Campus Martins of the Village, like its Sacred Tree and\\nhow the old men sat talking under its shadow (Gneschen often greedily\\nlistening), and the wearied laborers reclined, and the unwearied children\\nsported, and the young men and maidens often danced to flute-music.\\nGlorious summer twilights, cries Teufelsdrockh, when the Sun like\\na proud Conqueror and Imperial Taskmaster turned his back, with his\\ngold-purple emblazonry, and all his fire-clad bodyguard (of Prismatic\\nColors) and the tired brickmakers of this clay Earth might steal a little\\nfrolic, and those few meek Stars would not tell of them\\nThen have we long details of the Weinlescn (Vintage), the Harvest-\\nHome, Christmas, and so forth with a whole cycle of the Entepfuhl\\nChildreii s-games, difl^ering apparently by mere superficial shades from\\nthose of other countries. Concerning all which, we shall here, for ob-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "IDYLLIC. 43\\nvious reasons, say nothing. What cares the world for our as yet minia-\\nture Philosopher s achievements under that brave old Linden? Or\\neven where is the use of such practical reflections as the following In\\nall the sports of Children, were it only in their wanton breakages and\\ndefacements, you shall discern a creative instinct (S c/i\u00c2\u00ab^c7i^e% Trieb)\\nthe Mankin feels that he is a born Man, that his vocation is to Work.\\nThe choicest present you can make him is a Tool be it knife or pen-\\ngun, for construction or for destruction either way it is for Work, for\\nChange. In gregarious sports of skill or strength, the Boy trains him-\\nself to Co-operation, for war or peace, as governor or governed the\\nlittle Maid again, provident of her domestic destiny, takes with prefer-\\nence to Dolls.\\nPerhaps, however, we may give this anecdote, considering who it is\\nthat relates it My first short-clothes were of yellow serge or rather,\\nI should say, my first short cloth, for the vesture was one and indivisi-\\nble, reaching from neck to ankle, a mere body with four limbs of which\\nfashion how little could I then divine the architectural, how much less\\nthe moral significance\\nMore graceful is the following little picture On fine evenings I was\\nwont to carry forth my supper (bread-crumb boiled in milk), and eat it\\nout of doors. On the coping of the Orchard-wall, which I could reach\\nby climbing, or still more easily if Father Andreas would set up the\\npruning-ladder, my porringer was placed: there, many a sunset, have I,\\nlooking at the distant western Mountains, consumed, not without relish,\\nmy evening meal. Those hues of gold and azure, that hush of World s\\nexpectation as Day died, were still a Hebrew Speech for me; neverthe-\\nless I was looking at the fair illuminated Letters, and had an eye for\\ntheir gilding.\\nWith the little one s friendship for cattle and poultry we shall not\\nmuch intermeddle. It may be that hereby he acquired a certain deeper\\nsympathy with animated Nature but when, we would ask, saw any\\nman, in a collection of Biographical Documents, such a piece as this\\nImpressive enough {bedeutungsvoU) was it to hear, in early morning,\\nthe Swineherd s horn and know that so many hungry happy quadru-\\npeds were, on all sides, starting in hot haste to join him, for breakfast\\non the Heath, Or to see them, at eventide, all marching in again, with\\nshort squeak, almost in military order and each, topographically cor-\\nrect, trotting off in succession to the right or left, through its own lane,\\nto its own dwelling till old Kunz, at the Village-head, now left alone,\\nblew his last blast, and retired for the night. We are wont to love the\\nHog chiefly in the form of Ham yet did not these bristly thick-skinned\\nbeings here manifest intelligence, perhaps humor of character at any\\nrate, a touching, trustful submissiveness to Man, who were he but a\\nSwineherd, in darned gabardine, and leather breeches more resembling\\nslate or discolored tin breeches, is still the Hierarch of this lower worlds\\nIt is maintained, by Helvetius and his set, that an infant of genius is\\nquite the same as any other infant, only that certain surprisingly favor-\\nable influences accompany him through life, especially through child-\\nhood, and expand him, while others lie close-folded and continue dunces.\\nHerein, say they, consists the whole difference between an inspired Pro-\\nphet and a double-barrelled Game-preserver: the inner man of the one has\\nbeen fostered into generous development that of the other, crushed down\\nperhaps by vigor of animal digestion, and the like, has exuded and\\nevaporated, or at best sleeps now irresuscitably stagnant at the bottom of\\nhis stomach. With which opinion, cries Teufelsdrockh, I should as\\nsoon agree as with this other, that an acorn might, by favorable or\\nunfavorable influences of soil and climate, be nursed into a cabbage, or\\nthe caWDage-seed into an oak,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 SAKTOR PlESARTUS.\\nNevertheless, continues he, I, too, acknowledge the all but om-\\nnipotence of early culture and nurture hereby we have either a dod-\\ndered dwarf bush, or a high-towering, wide-shadowing tree either a\\nsick yellow cabbage, or an edible, luxuriant, green one. Of a truth, it\\nis the duty of all men, especially of all philosophers, to note down with\\naccuracy the characteristic circumstances of their Education, what fur-\\nthered, what hindered, what in any way modified it: lo which duty,\\nnowadays so pressing for many a German Autobiographer, I also zea-\\nlously address myself Thou rogue Is it by short-clothes of yellow\\nserge, and swine-herd horns, that an infant of genius is educated And\\nyet, as usual, it ever remains doubtful whether he is laughing in his\\nsleeves at these Autobiographical times of ours, or writing from the\\nabundance of his own fond ineptitude. For he continues If among\\nthe everstreaming currents of Sights, Hearings, Feelings for Pain or\\nPleasure, whereby, as in a Magic Hall, young Gneschen went about\\nenvironed, I might venture to select and specify, perhaps these follow-\\ning were also of the number\\nDoubtless, as childish sports call forth Intellect, Activity, so the\\nyoung creature s Imagination was stirred up, and a Historical tendency\\ngiven him by the narrative habits of Father Andreas who, with his\\nbattle-reminiscences, and grey, austere, yet hearty patriarchal aspect,\\ncould not but appear another Ulysses and Much-enduring Man. Ea-\\ngerly I hung upon his tales, when listening neighbors enlivened the\\nhearth from these perils and these travels, wild and far almost as Hades\\nitself, a dim world of Adventure expanded itself within me. Incredible\\nalso was the knowledge I acquired in standing by the Old Men under\\nthe Linden tree the whole of Immensity Avas yet new to me and had\\nnot these reverend seniors, talkative enough, been employed in partial\\nsurveys thereof for nigh fourscore years With amazement I began to\\ndiscover that Entepfuhl stood in the middle of a Country, of a World\\nthat there was such a thing as History, as Biography to which I also,\\none day, by hand and tongue, might contribute.\\nIn a like sense worked the Poskoageti (Stage-Coach), which slow-\\nrolling under its mountains of men and luggage, wended through our\\nVillage northwards, truly, in the dead of night yet southwards visibly\\nat eventide. Not till my eighth year, did I reflect that this Postwagen\\ncould be other than some terrestrial Moon, rising and setting by mere\\nLaw of Nature, like the heavenly one that it came on made highways,\\nfrom far cities towards far cities weaving them like a monstrous shuttle\\ninto closer and closer imion. It was then that, independently of Schil-\\nler s Wilhelm Tell, I made this not quite insignificant reflection (so true\\nalso in spiritual things) Any road, this simple Entepfuhl road, will lead\\nyon to the end of the World I\\nWhy mention our Swallows, which out of far Africa as I learned,\\nthreading their way over seas and mountains, corporate cities and belli-\\ngerent nations, yearly found themselves, with the month of May, snug-\\nlodged in our Cottage Lobby The hospitable Father (for cleanliness\\nsake) had fixed a little bracket, plumb under their nest there they built,\\nand caught flies, and twittered, and bred and all, I chiefly, from the\\nheart loved them. Bright, nimble creatures, who taught you the mason-\\ncraft nay, stranger still, gave you a masonic incorporation, almost social\\npolice 1 For if, by ill chance, and when time pressed, your House fell,\\nhave I not seen five neighborly Helpers next day and swashing to and\\nfro, with animated, loud, long-drawn chirpings, and activity almost\\nsuper-hirundine, complete it again before nightfall 1\\nBut undoubtedly the grand summary of Entepfuhl child s-culiure,\\nwhere as in a funnel its manifold influences were concentrated and\\nsimullaneously poured down on us, was the annual Cattle-fair. Here,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "IDYLLIC. 45\\nassembling from all the four winds, came the elements of an unspeaka-\\nble hurly-burly. Nuthrown maids andnutbrown men, all clear-washed,\\nloud-laugliing-, bedizened and be-ribanded who came for dancing, for\\ntreating, and if possible for happiness. Topbooted Graziers from the\\nNorth Swiss Brokers, Italian Drovers, also top-booted from the\\nSouth these with their subalterns in leather jerkins, leather scull-caps,\\nand long ox-goads shouting in half-articulate speech, amid the inar-\\nticalate barking and bellowing. Apart stood Potters from far Saxony,\\nwith their crockery in fair rows Niirnberg Pedlars, in booths that to\\nme seemed richer than Ormuz bazaars; Showmen from the LagoMag-\\ngiore; detachments of the Wiener Schub (Offscourings of Vienna)\\nvociferously superintending games of chance. Ballad-singers brayed.\\nAuctioneers grew hoarse cheap New Wine (Jieiiriger^ flowed like\\nwater, still worse confounding the confusion and high overall, vaulted\\nin ground-and-lofty tumbling, a parti-colored Merry Andrew, like the\\ngenius of the place and of Life itself,\\nThus encircled by the mystery of Existence under the deep hea-\\nvenly Firmament waited on by the four golden Seasons, with their\\nvicissitudes of contribution, for even grim Winter brought its skating-\\nmatches and shooting-matches, its snow-storms and Christmas carols,,\\ndid the Child sit and learn. These things were the Alphabet, whereby\\nin after-time he was to syllable and partly read the grand Volum,e of the\\nWorld what matters it whether such Alphabet be in large gill^tters or\\nin small ungilt ones, so you have an eye to read if? For Gneschen^V-\\neager to learn, the very act of looking thereon was a blessedness that\\ngilded all his existence was a bright^ soft element of Joy; out of which^,\\nas in Prospero s Island, wonder after wonder bodied itself forth, to teach\\nby charming.\\nNevertheless I were but a vain dreamer to say, that even then my\\nfelicity was perfect. I had, once for all, come down from Heaven into\\nthe Earth. Among the rainbow colors that glowed on my horizon, lay\\neven in childhood a dark ring of Care, as yet no thicker than a thread,\\nand often quite overshone yet always it reappeared, nay, ever waxing\\nbroader and broader; till in after years it almost overshadowed my\\nwhole canopy, and threatened to engulf me in final night. It was the\\nring of Necessity, whereby we are all begirt happy he for whom a\\nkind heavenly Sun brightens it into a ring of Duty, and plays round it\\nwith beautiful prismatic diffractions yet ever, as basis and as bourne\\nfor our whole being, it is there.\\nFor the first few years of our terrestrial Apprenticeship, we have not\\nmuch work to do but, boarded and lodged gratis, are set down mostly\\nto look about us over the workshop, and see others work, till we have\\nunderstood the tools a little, and can handle this and that. If good Pas-\\nsivity alone, and not good Passivity and good Activity together, were\\nthe thing wanted, then was my early position favorable beyond the most.\\nIn all that respects openness of Sense, affectionate Temper, ingenuous\\nCuriosity, and the fostering of these, what more could I have wished 1\\nOn the other side, however, things went not so well. My Active Power\\n{Thatkraft) was unfavorably hemmed in; of which misfortune how\\nmany traces yet abide with me In an orderly house, where the litter\\nof children s sports is hateful enough, your training is too stoical\\nrather to bear and forbear than to make and do. I was forbid much\\nwishes in any measure bold I had to renounce everywhere a strait\\nbond of Obedience inflexibly held me down. Thus already Freewill\\noften came in painful collision with Necessity so that my tears flowed,\\nand at seasons the Child itself might taste that root of bitterness, where-\\nwith the whole fruitage of our life is mingled and tempered.\\nIn which habituation to obedience, truly, it was beyond measure", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nsafer to err by excess than by defect. Obedience is our universal duty\\nI and destiny wherein whoso will not bend must break too early and\\ntoo tlioroughly we cannot be trained to know that Would, in this world.\\nof ours, is a mere zero to Should, and for most part as the smallest ofrr\\nfractions even to Shall. Hereby was laid for me the basis of worldly\\nDiscretion, nay, of Morality itself. Let me not quarrel with my up-\\nbringing It was rigorous, too frugal, compressively secluded, every\\nway unscientific yet in that very strictness and domestic solicitude\\nmight not there lie the root of deeper earnestness, of the stem from which,\\nall noble fruit must grow 7 Above all, how unskilful soever, it was\\nloving, it was well meant, honest whereby every deficiency was\\nhelped. My kind Mother, for as such I must ever love the good Gret-\\nchen, did me one altogether invaluable service she taught me, less\\nindeed by word than by act and daily reverent look and habitude, her\\nown simple version of the Christian Faith. Andreas, too, attended\\nChurch yet more like a parade-duty, for which he in the other world ex-\\npected pay with arrears as, I trust, he has received but my Mother,\\nwith a true woman s heart, and fine though uncultivated sense, was in\\n.J, the strictest acceptation Religious. How indestructibly the Good grows,\\ni and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of Evil\\nThe highest whom I knew on Earth I here saw bowed down, with awe\\nunspeak^able, before a Higher in Heaven such things, especially in\\ninfancj^each inwards to the very core of your being mysteriously\\ndoes a lS)ly of Holies build itself into visibility in the mysterious deeps\\nand Reverence, the divinest in man, springs forth undying from its mean\\nenvelopment of Fear. Wouldst thou rather be a peasant s son that\\nknew, were it never so rudely, there was a God in Heaven and in Man\\nor a duke s son that only knew there were two and thirty quarters on\\nthe family-coach\\nTo which last question we must answer: Beware, O Teufelsdrockh,\\nof spiritual pride\\nCHAPTER III.\\nPEDAGOGY.\\nHitherto we see young Gneschen, in his indivisible case of yellow\\nserge, borne forward mostly on the arms of kind Nature alone seated,\\nindeed, and much to his mind, in the terrestrial workshop but (except\\nhis soft hazel eyes, which we doubt not already gleamed with a still\\nintelligence) called upon for little voluntary movement there. Hitherto\\naccordingly his aspect is rather generic, that of an incipient Philosopher\\nand Poet in the abstract perhaps it would puzzle Herr Heuschrecke\\nhimself to say wherein the special Doctrine of Clothes is as yet fore-\\nshadowed or betokened. For with Gneschen, as with others, the Man\\nmay indeed stand pictured in the Boy (at least all the pigments are\\nthere) yet only some half of the Man stands in the Child, or young\\nBoy, namely, his Passive endowment not his Active. The more impa-\\ntient are we to discover what figure he cuts in this latter capacity how\\nwhen, to use his own words, he understands the tools a little, and can\\nhandle this or that, he will proceed to handle it.\\nHere, however, may be the place to state that, in much of our Philo-\\nsopher s history, there is something of an almost Hindoo character nay,\\nperhaps in that so well fostered and every-way excellent Passivity of\\nhis, which, with no free development of the antagonist Activity, distin-\\nguished Ills childhood, we may detect the rudiments of much that, in", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "PEDAGOGY. 47\\nafter-days, and still in these present days, astonishes the world. For the\\nshallow-sighted Teufelsdrockh is ofienest a man without Activity of\\nany kind, a No-man for the deep-sighted, again, a man with Activity\\nalmost superabundant, yet so spiritual, close-hidden, enigmatic, that no\\nmortal can foresee its explosions, or even when it has exploded, so much\\nas ascertain its significance. A dangerous, difficult temper for the mo-\\ndern European above all, disadvantageous in the hero of a Biography\\nNow as heretofore it will behove the Editor of these pages, were it never\\nso unsuccessfully, to do his endeavor.\\nAmong the earliest tools of any complicacy v/hich a man, especially a\\nman of letters, gets to handle, are his Class-books. On this portion of\\nhis History Teufelsdrockh looks down professedly as indifferent. Read-\\ning he cannot remember ever to have learned so perhaps had it by\\nnature. He says generally of the insignificant portion of my educa-\\ntion, which depended on Schools, there need almost no notice be taken.\\n1 learned what others learn and kept it stored by in a corner of my\\nhead, seeing as yet no manner of use in it. My Schoolmaster, a down-\\nbent, brokenhearted, underfoot martyr, as others of that guild are, did\\nlittle for me, except discover that he could do little he, good soul, pro-\\nnotmced me a genius, fit for the learned professions and that I must be\\nsent to the Gymnasium, and one day to the University. Meanwhile,\\nwhat printed thing soever I could meet with I read. My very copper\\npocket-money I laid out on stall-literature which, as it ac^teulated,\\nI with my own hand sewed into volumes. By this means wa^lSreyoung\\nhead furnished with a considerable miscellany of things and shadows of\\nthings History in authentic fragments lay mingled with Fabulous chi-\\nmeras, wherein also was reality and the whole not as dead stuff, but as\\nJving pabulum, tolerably nutritive for a mind as yet so peptic.\\nThat the Entepfuhl Schoolmaster judged well we now know. In-\\ndeed, already in the youthful Gneschen, with all his outward stillness,\\nthere may have been manifest an inward vivacity that promised much\\nsymptoms of a spirit singularly open, thoughtful, almost poetical. Thus,\\nto say nothing of his Suppers on the Orchard-wall, and other pheno-\\nmena of that earlier period, have many readers of these pages stumbled,\\nin their twelfth year, on such reflections as the following It struck\\nme much as I sat by the Kuhbach, one silent noontide, and watched it\\nflowing, gurgling, to think how this same streamlet had flowed and\\ngurgled, through all changes of weather and of fortune, from beyond the\\nearliest date of History. Yes, probably, on the morning when Joshua\\nforded Jordan even as at the mid-day when C^sar, doubtless with dif-\\nficulty, swam the Nile, yet kept his Commentaries dry this little Kuh-\\nbach, assiduous as Tiber, Eurotas, or Siloa, was murmuring on across\\nthe wilderness, as yet unnamed, unseen here, too, as in the Euphrates\\nand the Ganges, is a Vein or Veinlet of the grand World-circulation of\\nWaters, which, with its atmospheric Arteries, has lasted and lasts sim-\\nply with the World. Thou fool Nature alone is Antique, and the\\noldest Art a mushroom that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand\\nyears of age. In which little thought, as in a little fountain, may\\nthere not lie the beginning of those well-nigh unutterable meditations on\\nthe grandeur and mystery of Time, and its relation to Eternity, which\\nplay such a part in this Philosophy of Clothes\\nOver his Gymnasic and Academic years the Professor by no means\\nlingers so lyrical and joyful as over his childhood. Green sunny tracts\\nthere are still but intersected by bitter rivulets of tears, here and there\\nstagnating into sour marshes of discontent. With my first view of\\nthe Hinterschlag Gymnasium, writes he, my evil days began. Well\\ndo I still remember the red sunny Whitsuntide morning, when trotting\\nfull of hope, by the side of Father Andreas, I entered the main street of", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nthe place, and saw its sleeple-clock (then striking Eight) and Schuldthut-m\\n(Jail), and the aproned or disaproned Burghers, moving in to breakfast\\na little dog, in mad terror, was rushing past for some human imps had\\ntied a tin kettle to his tail thus did the agonized creature, loud-jingling,\\ncareer through the whole length of the Borough, and become notable\\nenough. Fit emblem of many a Conquering Hero, to whom Fate (wed-\\nding Fantasy to Sense, as it often elsewhere does) has malignantly\\nappended a tin kettle of Ambition, to chase him on; which, the faster\\nhe runs, urges him the faster, the more loudly and more foolishly Fit\\nemblem also of much that awaited myself, in that mischievous Den; as\\nin the World, whereof it was a portion and epitome\\nAlas, the kind beech-rows of Entepfuhl were hidden in the distance\\nI was among strangers, harshly, at best indifferently, disposed towards\\nme; the young heart felt, for the iirst time, quite orphaned and alone.\\nHis schoolfellows, as is usual, persecuted him They were boys, he\\nsays, mostly rude Boys, and obeyed the impulse of rude Nature, which\\nbids the deerherd fall upon any stricken hart, the duck-flock put to death\\nany broken- winged brother or sister, and on all hands the strong tyran-\\nnise over the weak. He admits that though perhaps in an unusual\\ndegree morally courageous, he succeeded ill in battle, and would fain\\nhave avoided it a result as would appear, owing less to his small per-\\nson a 1 Matu re (for in passionate seasons, he was incredibly nimble\\nthan M^fc virtuous principles if it was disgraceful to be beaten,\\nsays H^IJat was only a shade less disgraceful to have so much as fought\\nthus was I drawn two ways at once, and in this important element of\\nschool-history, the war-element, had little but sorrow. On the whole,\\nthat same excellent Passivit]^, vso notable in Teufelsdrockh s childhood,\\nis here visibly enough again getting nourishment. He wept often\\nindeed to such a degree that he was nicknamed Der Weinende (the\\nTearful), which epithet, till towards his thirteenth year, was indeed not\\nquite unmerited. Only at rare intervals did the young soul biu st forth\\ninto fire-eyed rage, and, with a Stormfulness {Ungestum) under which\\nthe boldest quailed, assert that he, too, had Rights of Man, or at least\\nof Mankin. In all which, who does not discern a fine flower-tree and\\ncinnamon-tree (of genius) nigh choked among pumpkins, redgrass, and\\nignoble shrubs and forced, if it would live, to struggle upwards only,\\nand not outwards into a height quite sickly, and disproportioned to its\\nbreadth\\nWe find, moreover, that his Greek and Latin were mechanically\\ntaught; Hebrew scarce even mechanically much else which they called\\nHistory, Cosmography, Philosophy, and so forth, no better than not at\\nall. So that, except inasmuch as nature was still busy and he himself\\nwent about, as was of old his wont, among the Craftsmen s workshops,\\nthere learning many things and farther lighted on some small store of\\ncurious reading, in Hans Wachtel the Cooper s house, where he lodged,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094his time, it would appear, was utterly wasted. Which facts the Pro-\\nfessor has not yet learned to look upon with any contentment. Indeed,\\nthroughout the whole of thi-s Bag Scorpio, where we now are, and often\\nin the following Bag, he shows himself unusually animated on the mat-\\nter of Education, and not without some touch of what we might presume\\nto be anger.\\nMy Teachers, says he, were hide-bound Pedants, without know-\\nledge of man s nature or of boys; or of aught save their lexicons and\\nquarterly account-books. Innumerable dead Vocables (no dead Lan-\\nguage, for they themselves knew no Language) they crammed into us,\\nand called it fostering the growth of mind. How can an inanimate,\\nmechanical Gerund-grinder, the like of whom will, in a subsequent cen-\\ntury, be manufactured, at Niirnberg, out of wood and leather, foster the", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "PEDAGOGY. 4-9\\ngrowth of anything; much more of Mind, which grows, not like a\\ny-egetable (by having its roots littered with etymological compost), but\\nlike a Spirit, by mysterious contact of Spirit Thought kindling itself\\nat the lire of living Thought How shall he give kindling, in whose\\nown inward man there is no live coal, but all is burnt out to a dead\\ngrammatical cinder The Hinterschlag Professors knew Syntax\\nenough; and of the human soul thus much that it had a faculty called\\nMemory, and could be acted on through the muscular integument by\\nappliance of birch rods.\\nAlas, so it everywhere, so will it ever be I till the Hodman is dis-\\ncharged, or reduced to Hodbearing and an Architect is hired, and on\\nall hands fitly encouraged till communities and individuals discover,\\nnot without surprise, that fashioning the souls of a generation by Know-\\nledge can rank on a level with blowing their bodies to pieces by Gun-\\npowder that with Generals and Field-marshals for killing, there should\\nbe world-honored Dignitaries, and were it possible, true God-ordained\\npriests, for teaching. But as yet, though the Soldier wears openly, and\\neven parades, his butchering-tool, nowhere, far as I have travelled, did\\nthe Schoolmaster make show of his instructing-tool nay, were he to\\nwalk abroad with birch girt on thigh, as if he therefrom expected\\nhonor, would not, among the idler class, a certain levity be excited 7\\nIn the third year of this Gymnasic period. Father Andreas seems to\\nhave died the young Scholar, otherwise so maltreated, saw himself for\\nthe first time clad outwardly in sables, and inwardly in quite inexpressi-\\nble melancholy. The dark bottomless Abyss, that lies under our feet,\\nhad yawned open the pale kingdoms of Death, with all their innumer-\\nable silent nations and generations stood before him; the inexorable\\nword. Never now first showed its meaning. My mother wept, and her\\nsorrow got vent but in my heart there lay a whole lake of tears, pent\\nup in silent desolation. Nevertheless, the anw^orn Spirit is strong Life\\nis so healthful that it even finds nourishment in. Death these stern ex-\\nperiences, planted down by Memory in my Imagination, rose there to a\\nwhole cypress forest, sad but beautiful waving, with not unmelodious\\nsighs, in dark luxuriance, in the hottest sunshine, through long years of\\nyouth as in manhood also it does, and will do for I have now pitched\\nmy tent under a Cypress tree the Tomb is now my inexpungable For-\\ntress, ever close by the gate of which I look upon the hostile armaments,\\nand pains and penalties, of tyrannous Life placidl} enough, and listen\\nto its loudest threatenings with a still smile. O ye loved ones, that alrea-\\ndy sleep in the noiseless Bed of Rest, whom in life I could only weep for\\nand never help and ye, who wide-scattered still toil lonely in the mon-\\nster-bearing Desert, dyeing the flinty ground with your blood, yet a lit-\\ntle while, and we shall all meet there, and our Mother s bosom will\\nscreen us all and Oppression s harness, and Sorrow s fije-whip, and all\\nthe Gehenna Bailiffs that patrol and inhabit ever-vexed Time, cannot\\nthenceforth harm us any more\\nClose by which rather beautiful apostrophe, lies a labored Character\\nof the deceased Andreas Futteral of his natural ability, his deserts in\\nlife (as Prussian Sergeant) with long historical inquiries into the gene-\\nalogy of the Futteral family, here traced back as far as Henry the\\nFowler the whole of which we pass over, not without astonishment. It\\nonly concerns us to add that now was the time when Mother Gretchen\\nrevealed to her foster-son that he was not at all of this kindred or indeed\\nof any kindred, having come into historical existence in the way already\\nknown to us. Thus was I doubly orphaned, says he, bereft not only\\nof Possession, but even of Remembrance, Sorrow and Wonder, here\\nsuddenly united, could not but produce abundant fruit. Such a dis-\\n^\u00c2\u00abiosure, in such a season, struck its roots through my whole nature\\n5", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 SAKTOR RESARTUS.\\never till the years of mature manhood, it mingled with my whole\\nthoughts, was as the stem whereon all my day-dreams and night-\\ndreams grew. A certain poetic elevation, yet also a correspond-\\ning civic depression, it naturally imparted was like no other in\\nwhich fixed-idea, leading sometimes to highest, and oftener to frightfal-\\nest results, may there not lie the first spring of Tendencies, that in my\\nLife have become remarkable enough As in birth, so in action, spe-\\nculation, and social position, my fellows are perhaps not numerous,\\nIn. the Bag Sagittarius, as we at length discover, Teufelsdrockh has\\nbecome a University man; though how, when, or of what quality, will\\nnowhere disclose itself with the smallest certainty. Few things, in the\\nway of confusion and capricious indistinctness, can now surprise our\\nreaders not even the total want of dates, almost without a parallel in a\\nBiographical work. So enigmatic, so chaotic we have always found,\\nand must always look to find, these scattered Leaves. In Sagittarius,\\nhowever, Teufelsdrockh begins to show himself even more than usually\\nSibylline fragments of all sorts scraps of regular Memoir, College\\nExercises, Programs, Professional Testimoniums, Milkscores, torn Bil-\\nlets, sometimes to appearance of an amatory cast; all blown together as\\nif by merest chance, henceforth bewilder the sane Historian. To com-\\nbine any picture of these University, and the subsequent, years much\\nmore, to decipher therein any illustrative primordial elements of the\\nClothes-Philosophy, becomes such a problem as the reader may imagine.\\nSo much we can see darkly, as through the foliage of some waver-\\ning thicket: a youth of no common endowment, that has passed happily\\nthrough Childhood, less happily yet still vigorously through Boyhood,\\nnow at length perfect in dead vocables, and set down as he hopes, by\\nthe living Fountain, there to superadd Ideas and Capabilities. From\\nsuch Fountain he draws, diligently, thirstily, yet nowise with his whole\\nheart, for the water nowise suits his palate discouragements, entangle-\\nments, aberrations are discoverable or supposable. Nor perhaps are\\neven pecuniary distresses wanting; for the good Gretchen, who in\\nspite of advices from not disinterested relatives has sent him hither, must\\nafter a time withdraw her willing but too feeble hand. Nevertheless\\n^n an atmosphere of Poverty and manifold Chagrin, the Humor of that\\nyoung Soul, what character is in him, first decisively reveals itself; and,\\nlike strong sunshine in weeping skies, gives out variety of colors, some\\nof which are prismatic. Thus with the aid of Time, and of what Time\\nbrings, has the stripling Diogenes Teufelsdrockh waxed into manly\\nstature and into so questionable an aspect, that we ask with new eager-\\nness How he specially came by it, and regret anew that there is no more\\nexplicit answer. Certain of the intelligible and partially significant\\nfragments, which are few in number, shall be extracted from that Limbo\\nof a Paperbag, and presented Avith the usual preparation.\\nAs if, in the Bag Scorpio, Teufelsdrockh had not already expectorat-\\ned his antipedagogic spleen as if, from the name Sagittarius, he had\\nthought himself called upon to shoot arrows, we here again fall in with\\nsuch matter as this: The University where I was educated still stands\\nvivid enough in my remembrance, and I know its name well which\\nname, however, I, from tenderness to existing interests and persons,\\nshall in no wise divulge. It is my painful duty to say that, out of Eng-\\nland and Spain, ours was the worst of all hitherto discovered Universi-\\nties. This is indeed a time when right Education is, as nearly as may\\nbe, impossible however, in degrees of wrongness there is no limit nay,\\nI can conceive a worse system than that of the Nameless itself; as poi-\\nsoned victual may be worse than absolute hunger.\\n_ It is written. When the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the\\nditch wherefore, in such circumstances, may it not sometimes be safer,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "PEDAGOGY. 9^\\nif both leader and led simply sit still 1 Had ycu, anywhere in Crim\\nTartary, walled in a square enclosure furnished it with a small, ill-\\nchosen Library and then turned loose into it eleven hundred Christian\\nstriplings, to tumble about as they listed, from three to seven years cer-\\ntain persons, under the title of Professors, being stationed at the gates, to\\ndeclare aloud that it was a University, and exact considerable admission\\nfees, you had, not indeed in mechanical structure, yet in spirit and re-\\nsult, some imperfect resemblance of our High Seminary. I say, imper-\\nfect; for if our mechanical structure was quite other, so neither was our\\nresult altogether the same unhappily, we were not in Crim Tartary,\\nbut in a corrupt European city, full of smoke and sin moreover, in the\\nmiddle of a Public, which, without far costlier apparatus, than that of\\nthe Square Enclosure, and Declaration aloud, you could not be sure of\\ngulling,\\nGullible, however, by fit apparatus, all Publics are; and gulled,\\nwith the most surprising profit. Towards anything like a Statistics of\\nImposture, indeed, little as yet has been done with a strange indiffer-\\nence, our Economists, nigh bmied under tables for minor Branches of\\nIndustry, have altogether overlooked the grand all-overtopping Hypo-\\ncrisy Branch as if our whole arts of Puffery, of Gluackery, Priestcraft,\\nKingcraft, and the innumerable other crafts and mysteries of that genus,\\nhad not ranked in Productive Industry at all Can any one, for exam-\\nple, so much as say. What monies, in Literature and Shoeblacking, are\\nrealised by actual Instruction and actual jet Polish what by fictitious-\\npersuasive Proclamation of such specifying, in distinct items, the dis-\\ntributions, circulations, disbursements, incoming of said monies, with\\nthe smallest approach to accuracy 1 But to ask. How far, in all the se-\\nveral infinitely complected departments of social business, in govern-\\nment, education, in manual, commercial, intellectual fabrication of every\\nsort, man s Want is supplied by true Ware how far by the mere Ap-\\npearance of true Ware in other words. To what extent, by what me-\\nthods, with what effects, in various tiAes and countries. Deception takes\\nthe place and wages of Performance here truly is an Inquiry big with\\nresults for the future time, but to which hitherto only the vaguest answer\\ncan be given. If for the present, in our Europe, we estimate the ratio\\nof Ware to appearance of Ware so high even as at One to a Hundred\\n(which, considering the Wages of a Pope, Russian Autocrat, or English,\\nGame-preserver, is probably not far from the mark), what almost pro-\\ndigious saving may there not be anticipated, as the Statistics of Impos-\\nture advances, and so the manufacturing of Shams (that of Realities\\nrising into clearer and clearer distinction therefrom) gradually declines,\\nand at length becomes all but wholly unnecessary\\nThis for the coming golden ages. What I had to remark, for the\\npresent brazen one, is, that in several provinces, as in Education, Polity,\\nReligion, where so much is wanted and indispensable, and so little can\\nas yet be furnished, probably Imposture is of sanative, anodyne nature,\\nand man s Gullibility not his worst blessing. Suppose your sinews of\\nwar quite broken I mean your military chest insolvent, forage all but\\nexhausted and that the whole army is about to mutiny, disband, and\\ncut your and each other s throat, then were it not well could you, as if\\nby miracle, pay them in any sort of fairy-money, feed them on coagulat-\\ned water, or mere imagination of meat whereby, till the real supply\\ncame up, they might be kept together, and quiet 1 Such perhaps was\\nthe aim of Nature, who does nothing without aim, in furnishing her fa-\\nvorite, Man, with this his so omnipotent or rather omni-patient Talent\\nof being Gulled.\\nHoAV beautifully it works, with a little mechanism nay, almost\\nmakes mechanism for itself! These Professors in the Nameless lived", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nwith, ease, with safety, by a mere Reputation, constructed in past times,\\nand then, too, with no great effort, by quite another class of persons.\\nWhich Reputation, like a strong brisk-going undershot- wheel, sunk iato\\nthe general current, bade fair, with only a little annual repainting on\\ntheir part, to hold long together, and of its own accord assiduously grind\\nfor them, Happy that it was so for the Millers! They themselves\\nneeded not to work their attempts at working, at what they called Edu-\\ncating, now when I look back on it, fill me with a certain mute admira-\\ntion.\\nBesides all this we boasted ourselves a Rational University in the\\nhighest degree, hostile to Mysticism thus was the young vacant mind\\nfurnished with much talk about Progress of the Species, Dark Ages,\\nPrejudice, and the like so that all were quickly enough blown out into\\na state of windy argumentativeness whereby the better sort must soon\\nend in sick, impotent Scepticism the worser sort explode {crepiren) in\\nfinished Self-conceit and to all spiritual intents become dead. But this\\ntoo is a portion of mankind s lot. If our era is the Era of Unbeliel^\\nwhy murmur under it is there not a better coming, nay, come 1 As in\\nlongdrawn Systole and longdrawn Diastole, must the period of Faith\\nalternate with the period of Denial must the vernal growth, the sum-\\nmer luxuriance of all Opinions, Spiritual Representations and Creations,\\nbe followed by, and again follow, the autumnal decay, the winter disso-\\nlution. For man lives in Time, has his whole earthly being, endeavor,\\nand destiny shaped for him by Time only in the transitory Time-Sym-\\nbol is the ever-motionless Eternity we stand on made manifest. And\\nyet, in such winter-seasons of Denial, it is for the nobler-minded per-\\nhaps a comparative misery to have been born, and to be awake, and\\nwork and for the duller a felicity, if like hibernating animals, safe-\\nlodged in some Salamanca University, or Sybaris City, or other super-\\nstitious or voluptuous Castle of Indolence, they can slumber through, in\\nstupid dreams, and only awaken ^hen the loud-roaring hailstorms have\\nall done their work, and to our prayers and martyrdoms the new Spring-\\nhas been vouchsafed.\\nThat in the environment, here mysteriously enough shadowed forth,\\nTeufelsdrockh must have felt ill at ease, cannot be doubtful. The\\nhungry young, he says, looked up to their spiritual Nurses and, for\\nfood, were bidden eat the east wind. What vain jargon of controversial\\nMetaphysic, Etymology, and mechanical Manipulation falsely named\\nScience, was current there, I indeed learned, better perhaps than the\\nmost. Among eleven hundred Christian youths, there will not be want-\\ning some eleven eager to learn. By collision with such, a certain warmth.\\na certain polish was communicated by instinct and happy accident, I\\ntook less to rioting (renommiren), than to thinking and reading, which\\nlatter also I was free to do. Nay, from the chaos of that Library, I suc-\\nceeded in fishing up more books perhaps than had been known to the\\nvery keepers thereof The foundation of a Literary Life was hereby\\nlaid I learned, on my own strength, to read fluently in almost all culti-\\nvated languages, on almost all subjects, and sciences farther, as man is\\never the prime object to man, already it was my favorite employment to\\nread character in speculation, and from the Writing to construe the\\nWriter, A certain groundplan of Human Nature and Life began to\\nfashion itself in me wondrous enough, now when I look back on it\\nfor my whole Universe, physical and spiritual, was as yet a machine\\nHowever, such a conscious, recognized groundplan, the truest I had, was\\nbeginning to be there, and by additional experiments, might be corrected\\nand indefinitely extended.\\nThus from poverty does the strong educe nobh r wealth thus in the\\ndestitution of the wild desert, does our young Ishmael acquire for him-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "PEDAGOGY. 53\\nself the highest of all possessions., that of Self-help, Nevertheless a\\ndesert this was, waste, and howling with savage monsters. Teufels\\ndrockh gives us long details of his fever-paroxysms of Doubt; ki.-,\\nInquiries concerning Miracles, and the Evidences of Religious Faith\\nand how in the sileni night-watches, still darker in his heart than over\\nsky and earth, he has cast himself before the All-seeing, and with audi-\\nble prayers, cried vehemently for Light, for deliverance from Death and\\nthe Grave. Not till after long years, and unspeakable agonies, did the\\nbelieving heart surrender sink into spell-bound sleep, under the night-\\nmare, Unbelief and, in this hag-ridden dream, mistake God s fair liv-\\ning world for a pallid, vacant Hades and extinct Pandemonium. But\\nthrough such Purgatory pain, continues he, it is appointed us to pass:\\ntirst must the dead Letter of Religion own itself dead, and drop piece-\\nmeal into dust, if the living Spirit of Religion, freed from this its char-\\nnel-house, is to arise on us, newborn of Heaven, and with new-healing\\nunder its wings.\\nTo which Purgatory pains, seemingly severe enough, if we add a\\nliberal measure of Earthly distresses, want of practical guidance, want of\\nsympathy, want of money, want of hope and all this in ihe fervid sea-\\nson of youth, so exaggerated in imagining, so boundless in desires,\\nyet here so poor in means, do we not see a strong incipient spirit op-\\npressed and overloaded from without and from within the fire of genius\\nstruggling up among fuel-wood of the greenest, and as yet with more\\nof bitter vapor than of clear flame\\nFrom various fragments of Letters and other documentary scraps, it\\nis to be inferred that Teufelsdrockh, isolated, shy, retiring as he was,\\nhad not altogether escaped notice certain established men are aware of\\nhis existence and, if stretching out no helpful hand, have at least their\\neyes on him. He appears, though in dreary enough humor, to be ad-\\ndressing himself to the Profession of Law whereof, indeed, the world\\nhas seen him a public graduate. But omitting these broken, unsatisfac-\\ntory thrums of Economical relation, let us present rather the following\\nsmall thread of Moral relation and therewith, the reader for himself\\nweaving it in at the right place, conclude our dim arras-picture of these\\nUniversity years.\\nHere also it was that I formed acquaintance with Herr Towgood, or,\\nas it is perhaps better written, Herr Toughgut a young person of* quality\\n(von Adel), from the interior parts of England. He stood connected, by\\nblood and hospitality, with the Counts von Zahdarm, in this quarter of\\nGermany to which noble Family I likewise was, by his means, with\\nall friendliness brought near. Towgood had a fair talent, unspeakably\\nill-cultivated with considerable humor of character and, bating his\\ntotal ignorance, for he knew nothing except Boxing and a little Gram-\\nmar, showed less of that aristocratic impassivity, and silent fury, than\\nfor most part belongs to Travellers of his nation. To him I owe my iirst\\npractical knowledge of the English and their ways perhaps also some-\\nthing of the partiality with which I have ever since regarded that\\nsingular people. Towgood was not without an eye, could he have come\\nat any light. Invited doubtless by the presence of the Zahdarm Family,\\nhe had travelled hither, in the almost frantic hope of perfecting his\\nstudies he, whose studies had been as yet those of infancy, hither to a\\nUniversity where so much as the notion of perfection, not to say the\\neffort after it, no longer existed Often we would condole over the hard\\ndestiny of the Young in this era how, after all our toil, we were to be\\nturned out into the world, with beards on oiu* chins indeed, but with few\\nother attributes of manhood no existing thing that we were trained to\\nAct on, nothing that we could so much as Believe. How has our\\nhead on the outside a polished Hat, would Towgood exclaim, and in", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "54\u00c2\u00ab SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nthe inside Vacancy, or a froth of Vocables and Attorney Logic At a\\nsmall cost men are educated to make leather into shoes but, at a great\\ncost, what am I educated to make 1 By Heaven, Brother what I have\\nalready eaten and worn, as I came thus far, would endow a considerable\\nHospital of Inciu-ables. Man, indeed, I would answer, has a Diges-\\ntive Faculty, which must be kept working, were it even partly by stealth.\\nBut as for our Miseducation, make not bad worse waste not the time\\nyet ours, in trampling on thistles because they have yielded us no figs.\\nFrisch zu, Bruder Here are Books, and we have brains to read them\\nhere is a whole Earth and a whole Heaven, and we have eyes to look\\non them Frisch zu f\\nOften also our talk was gay not without brilliancy, and even fire.\\nWe looked out on Life, with its strange scaflfolding, where all at once\\nharlequins dance, and men are beheaded and quartered motley, not un-\\nterrific was the aspect but we looked on it like brave youths. For my-\\nself, these were perhaps my most genial hours. Towards this young\\nwarmhearted, strongheaded and wrongheaded Herr Towgood, I was\\neven near experiencing the now obsolete sentiment of Friendship. Yes,\\nfoolish Heathen that 1 was, I felt that, under certain conditions, I could\\nhave loved this man, and taken him to my bosom, and been his brother\\nonce and always. By degrees, however, I understood the new time, and\\nits wants. If man s Soul is indeed, as in the Finnish Language, and\\nUtilitarian Philosophy, a kind of Stomach, what else is the true meaning\\nof Spiritual Union but an Eating together Thus we, instead of\\nFriends, are Dinner-guests; and here as elsewhere have cast away\\nchimeras.\\nSo ends, abruptly as is usual, and enigmatically, this little incipient\\nromance. What henceforth becomes of the brave Herr Towgood, or\\nToughgut 1 He has dived under, in the Autobiographical Chaos, and\\nswims we see not where. Does any reader in the interior parts of\\nEngland know of such a man\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nGETTING UNDER WAY.\\nThus nevertheler3S, writes our Autobiographer, apparently as quit-\\nting College, was there realised Somewhat; namely, I, Diogenes Teu-\\nfelsdrockh: a visible Temporary Figure {Zeitbild), occupying some\\ncubic feet of Space, and containing within it Forces both physical and\\nspiritual hopes, passions, thoughts the whole wondrous furniture, in\\nmore or less perfection, belonging to that mystery, a Man. Capabilities\\nthere were in me to give battle, in some small degree, against the great\\nEmpire of Darkness does not the very Ditcher and Delver, with his\\nspade, extinguish many a thistle and puddle; and so leave a little Order,\\nwhere he found the opposite 1 Nay your very Day-moth has capabili-\\nties in this kind and ever organizes something (into its own Body, if\\nno otherwise), which was before Inorganic and of mute dead air makes\\nliving music, though only of the faintest, by humming.\\nHow much more one whose capabilities are spiritual; who has\\nlearned, or begun learning, the grand thaumaturgic art of Thought!\\nThaumaturgic I name it for hitherto all Miracles have been wTought\\nthereby, and henceforth innumerable will be wrought whereof we, even\\nhi these days, witness some. Of the Poet s and Prophet s inspired Mes-\\nsage, and how it makes and unmakes whole worlds, I shall forbear men-\\ntion but cannot the dullest hear Steam-engines clanking around him\\nHas he not seen the Scottish Brassmith s Idea (and this but a mecliani-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. 5\\ncal one) travelling on fire-wings round the Cape, and across two Oceans\\nand stronger than any other Enchanter s Familiar, on all hands unwea-\\nriedly fetching and carrying at home, not only weaving Cloth but ra-\\npidly enough overturning the whole old system of Society and, for Feu-\\ndalism and Preservation of the Game, preparing us, by indirect but sure\\nmethods, Industrialism and the Government of the Wisest. Truly a\\nThinking Man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have\\nevery time such a one announces himself, I doubt not, there runs a shud-\\nder through the Nether Empire and new Emissaries are trained, with\\nnew tactics, to, if possible, entrap him, and hoodwink and handculf him.\\nWith such high vocation had I too, as denizen of the Universe,\\nbeen called. Unhappy it is, however, that though born to the amplest\\nSovereignty, in this way, with no less than sovereign right of Peace and\\nWar against the Time-Prince (Zeilfilrst), or Devil, and all his Domi-\\nnions, your coronation ceremony costs such trouble, your sceptre is so\\ndifficult to get at, or even to get eye on\\nBy which last wiredrawn similitude, does Teufelsdrockh mean no\\nmore than that young men find obstacles in what we call gettmg under\\nway Not what I Have, continues he, but what I Do is my King-\\ndom. To each is given a certain inward Talent, a certain outward En-\\nvironment of Fortune to each, by wisest combination of these two, a\\ncertain maximum of Capability. But the hardest problem were ever\\nthis first To find by study of yourself, and of the ground you stand on,\\nwhat your combined inward and outward Capability specially is. For,\\nalas, our young soul is all budding with Capabilities, and we see not yet\\nwhich is the main and true one. Always too the new man is in a new\\ntime, under new conditions his course can be the facsimile of no prior\\none, but is by its nature original. And then how seldom will the out-\\nward Capability fit the inward: though talented wonderfully enough,\\nwe are poor, unfriended, dyspeptical, bashful nay what is worse than\\nall, we are foolish. Thus, in a whole imbroglio of Capabilities, we go\\nstupidly groping about, to grope which is ours, and often clutch the\\nwrong one in this mad work, must several years of our small term be\\nspent, till the purblind Youth, by practice, acquire notions of distance,\\nand become a seeing Man. Nay, many so spend their whole term, and\\nin ever new expectation, ever new disajipointment, shift from enterprise\\nto enterprise, and from side to side till at length, as exasperated strip-\\nlings of threescore and ten, they shift into their last enterprise, that of\\ngetting buried.\\nSuch, since the most of us are too ophthalmic, would be the general\\nfate were it not that one thing saves us our Hunger. For on this\\nground, as the prompt nature of Hunger is well known, must a prompt\\nchoice be made hence have we, with wise foresight. Indentures and\\nApprenticeships for our irrational young whereby, in due season, the\\nvague universality of a Man shall find himself ready-moulded into a\\nspecific Craftsman and so thenceforth work, with much or with little\\nwaste of Capability as it may be yet not with the worst waste, that of\\ntime. Nay even in matters spiritual, since the spiritual artist too is born\\nblind, and does not, like certain other creatures, receive sight in nine\\ndays, but far later, sometimes never, is it not well that there should be\\nwhat we call Professions, or Bread-studies (Brodtzwecke), preappointed\\nus 1 Here, circling like the gin-horse, for whom partial or total blind-\\nness is no evil, the Bread-artist can travel contentedly round and round,\\nstill fancying that it is forward and forward, and realise much for him-\\nself victual for the world an additional horse s power in the grand\\ncorn-mill or hemp-mill of Economic Society. For me too had such a\\nleading-string been provided only that it proved a neck-halter, and had\\nnigh throttled me, till I broke it off Then, in the words of Ancient", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "56 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nPistol, did the World generally become mine oyster, which I, by strength\\nor cunning, was to open, as I would and could. Almost had 1 deceased\\n{fast war ichumgekommen)^ so obstinately did it continue shut.\\nWe see here, significantly foreshadowed, the spirit of much that was\\nto befall our Autobiographer the historical embodyment of which, as it\\npainfully takes shape in his Life, lies scattered, in dim disastrous details,\\nthrough this Bag Pisces^ and those that follow. A young man of high,\\ntalent, and high though still temper, like a young mettled colt, breaks\\notF his neck-halter, and bounds forth from his peculiar manger, into the\\nwide world which, alas, he finds all rigorously fenced in. Richest\\nclover-fields tempt his eye but to him the} are forbidden pasture either\\npining in progressive starvation, he must stand or, in mad exaspera-\\ntion, must rush to and fro, leaping against sheer stone-walls, which he\\ncannot leap over, which only lacerate and lame him till at last, after\\nthousand attempts and endurances, he, as if by miracle, clears his way;\\nnot indeed into luxuriant and luxurious clover, yet into a certain bosky\\nwilderness where existence is still possible, and Freedom though waited\\non by Scarcity is not without sweetness. In a word, Teufelsdrockh\\nhaving thrown up his legal Profession, finds himself without landmark\\nof outward guidance whereby his previous want of decided Belief, or\\ninward guidance, is frightfully aggravated. Necessity urges him on\\nTime will not stop, neither can he, a Son of Time wild passions with-\\nout solacement, wild faculties without employment, ever vex and agi-\\ntate him. He, too, must enact that stern Monodrama, No Object and no\\nRest must front its successive destinies, work through to its catastrophe,\\nand deduce therefrom what moral he can.\\nYet let us be just to him, let us admit that his neck-halter sat no-\\nwise easy on him that he was in some degree forced to break it ofl If\\nwe look at the young man s civic position, in this Nameless Capital, as\\nhe emerges from its Nameless University, we can discern well that it\\nwas far from enviable. His first Law Examination he has come\\nthrough triumphantly and can even boast that the Examen Rigorosum\\nneed not have frightened him but though he is hereby an Auscultator\\nof respectability, what avails if? There is next to no employment (o\\nbe had. Neither, for a youth without connexions, is the process of Ex-\\npectation very hopeful in itself; nor for one of his disposition much\\ncheered from without. My fellow Auscultators, he says, were Aus-\\ncultators: they dressed, and digested, and talked articulate words other\\nvitality showed they almost none. Small speculation in those eyes, that\\nthey did glare withal Sense neither for the high nor for the deep, nor\\nfor aught human or divine, save only for the faintest scent of coming Pre-\\nferment. In which words, indicating a total estrangement on the part,\\nof Teufelsdrockh, may there not also lurk traces of a bitterness as from\\nwounded vanity 1 Doubtless these prosaic Auscultators may have sniff-\\ned at him, with his strange ways and tried to hate, and, what was\\nmuch more impossible, to despise him. Friendly communion, in any\\ncase, there could not be already has the young Teufelsdrockh left the\\nother young geese and swims apart, though as yet uncertain whether\\nhe himself is cygnet or gosling.\\nPerhaps, too, what little employment he had was performed ill, at best\\nunpleasantly, Great practical method and expertness he may brag\\nof; but is there not also great practical pride, though deep-hidden, only\\nthe deeper-seated So shy a man can never have been popular. We\\nfigure to ourselves, how in those days he may have played strange freaks\\nwith his Independence, and so forth do not his own words betoken as\\nmuch 1 Like a very young person, I imagined it was with W^ork\\nalone, and not also with Folly and Sin, in myself and others, that I had\\nbeen appointed to struggle. Be this as it may, his progress from the", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. T\\npassive Auscultatorship, towards any active Assessorsliip, is evidently\\nof the slowest. By degrees, those same established men, once partially\\ninclined to patronise him, seem to withdraw their countenance, and gi\\\\^e\\nhim up as a man of genius against which procedure he, in these Pa-\\npers, loudly protests. As if, says he, the higher did not presuppose\\nthe lower as if he who can fly into heaven, could not also walk post if\\nhe resolved on it But the world is an old woman, and mistakes any\\ngilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated she will\\nthenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.\\nHow our winged sky-messenger, unaccepted as a terrestrial runner,\\ncontrived, in the meanwhile, to keep himself from flying skyward with-\\nout return, is not too clear from these Documents. Good old Gretchen\\nseems to have vanished from the scene, perhaps from the Earth other\\nHorn of Plenty, or even of Parsimony, nowhere flows from him so that\\nthe prompt nature of Hunger being well known, we are not without\\nour anxiety. From private Tuition, in never so many languages and\\nsciences, the aid derivable is small neither, to use his own words,\\ndoes the young Adventurer hitherto suspect in himself any literary gift\\nbut at best earns bread-and- water wages, by his wide faculty of Trans-\\nlation. Nevertheless, continues he, that I subsisted is clear, for you\\nfind me even now alive. Which fact, however, except upon the prin-\\nciple of our true-hearted, kind old Proverb, that there is ever Life for\\nthe Living, we must profess ourselves unable to explain.\\nCertain Landlord s Bills, and other economic Documents, bearing the\\nmark of Settlement, indicate that he was not without money but, like\\nan independent Hearth-holder, if not House-holder, paid his way.\\nIJere also occur, among many others, two little mutilated Notes, which\\nperhaps throw light on his condition. The first has now no date, or\\nwriter s name, but a huge Blot; and runs to this effect: the [^Inkblot),\\nlied dowTi by previous promise, cannot, except by best wishes, forward\\nthe Herr Teufelsdrockh s views on the Assessorship in question and\\nsees himself under the cruel necessity of forbearing for the present, what\\nwere otherwise his duty and joy, to assist in opening the career for a\\nman of genius, on whom far higher triumphs are yet waiting. The\\nother is on gilt paper; and interests us like a sort of epistolary mummy\\nnow dead, yet which once lived and beneficially worked. We give it\\nin the original Herr Teufelsdrdckh wird von der Fran Grafinn, auf\\nDonnerstag,zu7n -\u00c2\u00a3Esthetischen Thee, sckdnstens eingeladen.\\nThus, in answer to a cry for solid pudding, whereof there is the most\\nurgent need, comes, epigrammatically enough, the invitation to a wash of\\nquite Gmd Esthetic Tea! How Teufelsdrockh, now at actual hand-\\ngrips with Destiny herself, may have comported himself among these\\nMusical and Literary Dilettanti of both sexes, like a hungry lion invited\\nto a feast of chickenweed, we can only conjecture. Perhaps in expres-\\nsive silence and abstinence otherwise if the lion, in such case, is to\\nfeast at all, it cannot be on the chickenweed, but only on the chickens.\\nFor the rest, as this Frau Grafinn dates from the Zdhdarm House, she\\ncan be no other than the Countess and mistress of the same whose in-\\ntellectual tendencies, and good will to Teufelsdrockh, whether on the\\nfooting of Herr Towgood, or on his own footing, are hereby manifest.\\nThat some sort of relation, indeed, continued for a time to connect our\\nAutobiographer, though perhaps feebly enough, with this noble House,\\nwe have elsewhere express evidence. Doubtless, if he expected patron-\\nage, it was in vain enough for him if he here obtained occasional\\nglimpses of the great world, from which we at one time fancied him to\\nhave been always excluded. The Zahdarms, says he, lived in the\\nsoft, sumptuous garniture of Aristocracy; whereto Literature and\\nArt. attracted and attached from without, must serve as the handsomest", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "i\\n58 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nfringing. It was lo the Gnddigen Frau (her Ladyship) that this lattei\\nimprovement was due assiduously she gathered, dexterously she fitted\\non, what fringing was to be had; lace or cobweb, as the place yielded,\\nWas Teufelsdrockh also a fringe, of lace or cobweb or promising to\\nbe such 1 With His Excelleiiz (the Couni), continues he, J. have\\nmore than once had the honor to converse chiefly on general aflairs,.\\nand the aspect of the world, which he, though now past middle life,\\nviewed in no unfavorable light finding indeed, except the outrooting\\nof Journalism {die auszurottende Journalistic), little to desiderate therein.\\nOn some points, as his Excellenz was not uncholeric, 1 found it more\\npleasant to keep silence. Besides, his occupation being that of Owning\\nLand, there might be faculties enough, which, as superfluous for such\\nuse, were little developed in him.\\nThat to Teufelsdrockh the aspect of the world was nowise so fault-\\nless, and many things, besides the Outrooting of Journalism, might\\nhave seemed improvements, we can readily conjecture. With nothing\\nbut a barren Auscultatorship from without, and so many mutinous\\nthoughts and wishes from within, his position was no easy one, The\\nUniverse, he says, was as a mighty Sphinx-riddle, which I Imew\\nso little of, yet must rede, or be devoured. In red streaks of unspeaka-\\nble gxandeur, yet also in the blackness of darkness, was Life, to my too-\\nnnfurnished Thought, unfolding itself A strange contradiction lay ia\\nme and I as yet knew not the solution of it knew not that spiritual\\nmusic can spring only from discords set in unison that but for Evil\\nthere were no Good, as victory is only possible by Battle.\\nI have heard affirmed (surely in jest), observes he elsewhere, by\\nnot unphilanthropic persons, that it were a real increase of human hap-\\npiness, could all young men under the age of nineteen be covered under\\nbarrels, or rendered otherwise invisible and there left to folloAV their\\nlawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the\\nage of twenty-five. With which suggestion, at least as considered in\\nthe light of a practical scheme, I need scarcely say I nowise coincide.\\nNevertheless it is plausibly urged that, as young ladies {Madchen) are,\\nto mankind, precisely the most delightful in those years so young gen-\\ntlemen {Bubchen) do then attain their maximum of detestability. Such\\ngawks {Geckeii) are they, and foolish peacocks, and yet with such a\\nvulturous hunger for self-indulgence so obstinate, obstreperous, vain-\\nglorious in all senses so froward and so forward. No mortal s endea-\\nvor or attainment will in the smallest content the as yet unendeavoring,\\nunattaining young gentleman but he could make it all infinitely better,\\nand more worthy of him. Life everywhere is the most manageable\\nmatter, simple as a question in the Rule of Three multiply yaur second\\nand third term together, divide the product by the first, and yom- quo-\\ntient will be the answer which you are but an ass if you cannot come\\nat. The booby has not yet found out, by any trial, that, do what one\\nwill, there is ever a cursed fraction, oftenest a decimal repeater, and n^^\\nnet integer quotient so much as to be thought of\\nIn which passage, does there not lie an implied confession that Teu-\\nfelsdrockh himself, besides his outward obstructions, had an inward, still\\ngreater to contend with namely, a certain temporary, youtliful, yet still\\nafflictive derangement of head Alas on the former side alone his\\ncase was hard enough. It continues ever true, says he, that Saturn,\\nor Chronos, or whaf we call Time, devours all his Children: only by-\\nincessant Running, by incessant Working, may you (for some three-\\nscore and ten years) escape him and you, too, he devours at last. Can\\nany Sovereign, or Holy Alliance of Sovereigns, bid Time stand still\\neven in thought, shake themselves free of Time 1 Our whole terrestrial\\nbeing is based on Time, and built of Time it is wholly a Movement,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. 50\\na Time-imp Lilse Time is tiie author of it, the material of it. Hence\\nalso our whole Duty, which is to Move, to Work, in the right direc-\\ntion. Are not our Bodies and our Souls in continual movement, whe-\\nther we will or not in a continual Waste, requiring a continual Repair\\nUtmost satisfaction of our whole outward and inward Wants were but\\nsatisfaction for a space of Time thus whatso we have done, is done,\\nand for us annihilated, and ever must we go and do anew, O Time-\\nSpirit, how hast thou environed and imprisoned us, and sunk us so deep\\nin thy troublous dim Time-Element that, only in lucid moments, can\\nso much as glimpses of our upper Azure Home be revealed to us Me,\\nhowever, as a Son of Time, imhappier than some others, was Time\\nthreatening to eat quite prematurely for strive as I might, there was no\\ngood Running, so obstructed was the path, so gyved were the feet,\\nThat is to say, we presume, speaking in the dialect of this lower world,\\nthat Teufelsdrdckh s whole duty and necessity was, like other men s,\\nto work, in the right direction, and that no work was to be had\\nwhereby he became wretched enough. As was natural with haggard\\nScarcity threatening him in the distance and so vehement a soul lan-\\nguishing in restless inaction, and forced thereby, like Sir Hudibras s\\nsword by rust,\\nTo eat into itself, for lack\\nOf something else to liew and hack\\nBut on the whole, that same excellent Passivity, as it has all along\\ndone, is here again vigorously flourishing in which circumstance, may\\nwe not trace the beginnings of much that now characterizes our Pro-\\nfessor; and perhaps, in faint rudiments, the origin of the Clothes-Philo-\\nsophy itself? Already the attitude he has assumed towards the World\\nis too defensive not, as would have been desirable, a bold attitude of\\nattack. So far hitherto, he says, as I had mingled with mankind,\\nI was notable, if for anything, for a certain stillness of manner, which,\\nas my friends often rebukingly declared, did but ill express the keen\\nardor of my feelings. I, in truth, regarded men with an excess both of\\nlove and of fear, f The mystery of a Person, indeed, is ever divine, to\\nhim that has a sense for the Godlike./ Often, notwithstanding, was I\\nblamed, and by half-strangers hated, for my so-called Hardness (Hdrte),\\nmy Indifferentism towards men and the seemingly ironic tone I had\\nadopted, as my favorite dialect in conversation. Alas, the panoply of\\nSarcasm was but as a buckram case, wherein I have striven to envelope\\nmyself; that so my own poor Person might live safe there; and in all\\nfriendliness, being no longer exasperated by wounds. Sarcasm I now\\nsee to be, in general, the language of the Devil for which reason I\\nhave, long since, as good as renounced it. But how many individuals\\n(lid I, in those days, provoke into some degree of hostility thereby An\\nironic man, with his sly stillness, and ambuscading ways, more especially\\nan ironic young man, from whom it is least expected, may be viewed as\\na pest to society. Have we not seen persons of weight and name, com-\\ning forward, with gentlest indifference, to tread such an one out of sight,\\nas an insignificancy and worm, start ceiling-high (balkenkoch), and\\nthence fall shattered and supine, to be borne home on shutters, not with-\\nout indignation, when he proved electric and a torpedo\\nAlas, how can a man with this devilislmess of temper make way for him-\\nself in Life where the first problem, as Teufelsdrockh too admits, is to\\nunite yourself with some one, and with somewhat (sicli anzuschlies-\\n^en) 1 Division, not union, is written on most part of his procedure.\\nLet us add to that, in no great length of time, the only important connec-\\ntion he had ever succeeded. in forming, his connection with the Ziihdarm\\nFamily, seems to have been paralysed, for all practical uses, by the\\ndeath of the not uncholeric old Count. This fact stands recorded,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "60 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nquite incidentally, in a certain Discourse on Epitaphs, huddled into the\\npresent Bag, among so much else of which Essay the learning and\\ncurious penetration are more to be approved of than the spirit. His\\ngrand principle is, that lapidary inscriptions, of what sort soever, should\\nbe Historical rather than Lyrical. By request of that worthy Noble-\\nman s survivors, says he, I undertook to compose his Epitaph and\\nnot unmindful of my own rules, produced the following; which, how-\\never, for an alleged defect of Latinity, a defect never yet fully visible to\\nmyself, still remains unengraven wherein we may predict, there is\\nmore than the Latinity that will surprise an English reader\\nHIC JACET\\nPHILIPPUS ZAEHDARM, COGNOMUVTE MAGNUS,\\nZaehdarmi Comes,\\nex imperii concilio,\\nvelleris aurei, periscelidis, necnon vulturis nigri eq.ues.\\nam BUM SUB LUNA AGEBAT,\\naUINaUIES MILLE PERDRICES\\nPLUMBO CONFECIT\\nVARII CIBI\\nCENTUMPONDIA MILLIES CENTENA MILLIA,\\nPER SB, PERQUE SeRVOS QUADRUPEDES BIPEDESVE,\\nHAUD SINE TUMULTU DEVOLVENS,\\nIN STERCUS\\nPALAM CONVERTIT.\\nNUNC A LABORE REaUIESCENTEM\\nOPERA SEaUUNTUR,\\nSI MONUMBNTUM QUiERIS\\nFIMETUM ADSPICE,\\nPRIMUM IN ORBE DEJECIT [Stt6 datoi] POSTREMUM {^Sllb datO],\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2v.^\\nCHAPTER V,\\nROMANCE.\\nFor long years, writes Teufelsdrockh, had the poor Hebrew, m\\nthis Egypt of an Auscultatorship, painfully toiled, baking bricks without\\nstubblej before ever the question once struck him with entire force For\\nwhat? Beym Himmcl For Food and Warmth And are Food and\\nWarmth nowhere else, in the whole wide Universe, discoverable?\\nCome of it what might, I resolved to try.\\nThus then are we to see him in a new independent capacity, though\\nperhaps far from an improved one. Teufelsdrockh is now a man with-\\nout Profession. Quitting the common Fleet of herring-busses and whal-\\ners, where indeed his leeward, laggard condition was painful enough,\\nhe desperately steers off, on a course of his own, by sextant and compass", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE. 61\\nof his own. Unhappy Teufelsdrcickh i Though neiHier Fled, nor\\nTraffic, nor Commodores pleased Ihee, still was il not a Fleet, sailing in\\nprescribed track, for fixed objects; above all, in combinatioi}, wherein,\\nby mutual guidance, by all manner of loans and borrowings, each could\\nmanifoldly aid the other How wilt thou sail in unknown seas and\\nfor thyself find that shorter, Northwest Passage to thy fair Spice-country\\nof a Nowhere A solitary rover, on such a voyage, with such nautical\\ntactics, will meet with adventures. Nay, as we forthwith discover, a\\ncertain Calypso- Island detains him at the very outset; and as it were\\nfalsifies and oversets his whole reckoning.\\nIf in youth, writes he once, the Universe is majestically unveil-\\ning, and everywhere Heaven revealing itself on Earth, nowhere to the\\nYoung Man does this Heaven on Earth so immediatel) reveal itself as\\nin the Young Maiden. Strangely enough, in this strange life of ours, it\\nhas been so appointed. On the whole, as I have often said, a Person\\n(PersonlichkeU) is ever holy to us a certain orthodox Anthropomor-\\nphism connects my Me with all Thees in bonds of Love but it is in this\\napproximation of the Like and Unlike, that such heavenly attraction, as\\nbetween Negative and Positive, first burns out into a flame. Is the piti-\\nfullest mortal Person, think you, indifferent to us Is it not rather our\\nheartfelt wish to be made one with him to unite him to us, by gratitude,\\nby admiration, even by fear or failing all these, unite ourselves to him\\nBut how much more, in this case of the Like-Unlike Here is conced-\\ned us the higher mystic possibility of such a union, the highest in our\\nEarth thus, in the conducting medium of Fantasy, flames forth that\\nj^rc -development of the universal Spiritual Electricity, which, as unfold-\\ned between man and woman, we first emphatically denominate Love.\\nIn every well-conditioned stripling, as I conjecture, there already\\nblooms a certain prospective Paradise, cheered by some fairest Eve; nor\\nin the stately vistas, and flov/erage and foliage of that Garden is a Tree\\nof Knowledge, beautiful and awful in the midst thereof, wanting. Per-\\nhaps too the whole is but the lovelier if Cherubim and a Flaming Sword\\ndivide it from all footsteps of men and grant him, the imaginative strip-\\nling, only the view, not the entrance. Happy season of virtuous youth,\\nwhen shame is still an impassable celestial barrier and the sacred air-\\ncities of Hope have not shrunk into the mean clay-hamlets of Reality\\nand man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free\\nAs for our young Forlorn, continues Teufelsdrockh, evidently\\nmeaning himself, in his secluded way of life, and with his glowing\\nFantasy, the more fiery that it burnt under cover, as in a reverberating\\nfurnace, his feeling towards the Ciueens of this Earth was, and indeed\\nis, altogether unspeakable. A visible Divinity dwelt in them to our\\nyoung Friend all women were holy, were heavenly. As yet he but saw\\nthem flitting past, in their many-colored angel plumage or hovering\\nmute and inaccessible on the outskirts of Esthetic Tea all of air they\\nwere, all Soul and Form so lovely, like mysterious priestesses, in whose\\nhand was the invisible Jacob s-1 adder, whereby man might mount into\\nvery Heaven. That he, our poor Friend, should ever win for himself\\none of these Gracefuls {Holden) Ach Goit! how could he hope it should\\nhe not have died under it There was a delirious vertigo in the thought.\\nThus was the young man, if all sceptical of Demons and Angels\\nsuch as the vulgar had once believed in, nevertheless not un visited by\\nhosts of true Sky-born, who visibly and audibly hovered round him\\nwhereso he went and they had that religious worship in. his thought,\\nthough as yet it was by their mere earthly and trivial name that he nam-\\ned them. But now, if on a soul so circumstanced, some actual Air-\\nmaiden, incorporated into tangibility and reality, should cast any elec-\\ntric glance of kind eyes, saying thereby, Thou too may est love and be\\n6", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "62 SARTOE. RESARTUS.\\nloved and so kindle him, good Heaven, what a volcanic earthquake-\\nbringing, all-consuming fire were probably kindled\\nSuch a fire, it afterwards appears, did actually burst forth, with ex-\\nplosions more or less Vesuvian, in the inner man of Hen Diogenes as\\nindeed how could it fail 1 A nature, which, in his own figurative style,\\nwe might say, had now not a little carbonised tinder of Irritability with\\nso much nitre of latent Passion, and sulphurous Humor enough the\\nwhole lying in such hot neighborhood, close by a reverberating furnace\\nof Fantasy have we not here the components of driest Gunpowder,\\nready, on occasion of the smallest spark, to blaze npl Neither, in this\\nour Life-element, are sparks anywhere wanting. Without doubt, some\\nAngel, whereof so many hovered round, must one day, leaving the out-\\nskirts of JEsthe tic Tea, flitnigher; and, by electic Promethean glance,\\nkindle no despicable firework, Happy, if it indeed proved a Firework,\\nand flamed off rocket-wise, in successive beautiful bursts of splendor,\\neach growing naturally from the other, through the several stages of a\\nhappy Youthful Love till the whole were safely burnt out and the\\nyoung soul relieved, with little damage Happy, if it did not rathg:\\nprove a Conflagration and mad Explosion; painfully lacerating the\\nheart itself; nay perhaps bursting the heart in pieces (which were\\nDeath) or at best, bursting the thin walls of your reverberating fur-\\nnace, so that it rage thenceforth all unchecked among the contiguous\\ncombustibles (which were Madness) till of the so fair and manifold\\ninternal world of our Diogenes, there remained Nothing, or only the\\ncrater of an extinct volcano\\nFrom multifarious Documents in this Bag Capricornus, and in the\\nadjacent ones on both sides thereof, it becomes manifest that our Philo-\\nsopher, as stoical and cynical as he now looks, was heartily and even\\nfranticly in Love here therefore may our old doubts whether his heart\\nwere of stone or of flesh, give way. He loved once not wisely but too\\nwell. And once only for as your Congreve needs a new case or wrap-\\npage for every new rocket, so each human heart can properly exhibit\\nbut one Love, if even one; the First Love which is infinite can be\\nfollowed by no second like unto it. In more recent years, accordingly,\\nthe Editor of these Sheets was led to regard Tcufelsdrockh as a man not\\nonly who would never wed, but who would never even flirt whom the\\ngrand-climacteric itself, and St. Martinis Summer of incipient Dotage,\\nwould crown with no new myrtle garland. To the Professor, women\\nare henceforth Pieces of Art of Celestial Art, indeed which celestial\\nI pieces he glories to survey in galleries, but has lost thought of purchasing.\\nPsychological readers are not without curiosity to see how Tcufels-\\ndrockh, in this for him unexampled predicament, demeans himself;\\nwith what specialities of successive configuration, splendor and color,\\nhis Firework blazes off Small, as usual, is the satisfaction that such\\ncan meet with here. From amid these confused masses of Eulogy and\\nElegy, with their mad Petrarchan and Werterean ware lying madly\\nscattered among all sorts of quite extraneous matter, not so much as the\\nfair one s name can be deciphered. For, without doubt, the title Blii-\\nmine, whereby she is here designated, and which means simply Groddess\\nof Flowers, must be fictitious. Was her real name Flora, then 1 But\\nwhat was her surname, or had she none Of what station in Life was\\nshe; of what parentage, fortune, aspect Specially, by what Pre-es-\\ntablished Harmony of occurrences did the Lover and the Loved meet\\none another in so wide a world; how did they behave in such meeting 1\\nTo all which questions, not unessential in a Biographic work, mere\\nConjecture must for most part return answer. It was appointed, says\\nour Philosopher, that the high celestial orbit of Blumine should inter-\\nsect the low sublunary one of our Forlorn that he, looking in her em-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE. 63\\npyrean eyes, should fancy the upper Sphere of Light was come down\\ninto this nether sphere of Shadows and finding himself mistaken, make\\nnoise enough.\\nWe seem to gather that she was young, hazel-eyed, beautiful, and\\nsome one s Cousin highborn, and of high spirit; but unhappily depend-\\nent and insolvent living, perhaps, on the not too gracious bounty of\\nmonied relatives. But how came the Wanderer into her circle 1\\nWas it by the humid vehicle of JSsthetic Tea, or by the arid one of\\nmere Business 1 Was it on the hand of Herr Towgood or of the\\nGnadige Frau, who, as an ornamental Artist, might sometimes like to\\npromote flirtation, especially for young cynical Nondescripts 1 To all\\nappearance it was chiefly by Accident, and the grace of Nature.\\nThou fair Waldschloss, writes our Autobiographer, what stranger\\never saw thee, were it even an absolved Auscultator, officially bearing\\nin his pocket the last Relatio ex Actis he would ever write but mu^t\\nhave paused to Wonder Noble Mansion There stood est thou, in\\ndeep Mountain Amphitheatre, on umbrageous lawns, in thy serene soli-\\ntude stately, massive, all of granite glittering in the western sunbeams,\\nlike a palace of El Dorado, overlaid with precious metal. Beautiful\\nrose tip, in wavy curvature, the slope of thy guardian Hills of the\\ngreenest was their sward, embossed with its dark-brown frets of crag, or\\nspotted by some spreading solitary Tree and its shadow. To the un-\\nconscious Wayfarer thou wert also as an Ammon s Temple in the\\nLibyan Waste where, for joy and woe, the tablet of his Destiny lay\\nwritten. Well might he pause and gaze in that glance of his were\\nprophecy and nameless forebodings.\\nBut now let us conjecture that the so presentieni Auscultator has handed\\nin his Relatio ex Actis been invited to a glass of Rhine-wine and so,\\ninstead of returning dispirited and athirst to his dusty Town-home, is\\nushered into his Gardenhouse, where sit the choicest party of dames and\\ncavaliers if not engaged in Esthetic Tea, yet in trustful evening con-\\nversation, and perhaps Musical Coffee, for we hear of harps and pure\\nvoices making the stillness live. Scarcely, it would seem, is the Gar-\\ndenhouse inferior in respectability to the noble Mansion itself Em-\\nbowered amid rich foliage, rose clusters, and the hues and odors of\\nthousand flowers, here sat that brave company in front, from the wide-\\nopened doors, fair outlook over blossom and bush, over grove and velvet\\ngreen, stretching, undulating onwards to the remote Mountain peaks so\\nbright, so mild, and everywhere the melody of birds and happy crea-\\ntures it was all as if man had stolen a shelter from the Sun in the bo-\\nsom-vesture of Summer herself. How came it that the Wanderer\\nadvanced thither with such forecasting heart {ahnungsvolV), by the side\\nof his gay host 1 Did he feel that to these soft influences his hard bo-\\nsom ought to be shut that here, once more, Fate had it in view to try\\nhim to mock him, and see whether there were Humor in him 1\\nNext moment he finds himself presented to the party and specially\\nby name to Blumine Peculiar among all dames and damosels,\\nglanced Blumine, there in her modesty, like a star in earthly lights.\\nNoblest maiden whom he bent to, in body and soul yet scarcely dared\\nlook at, the presence filling him with painful yet sweetest embarrassment.\\nBlumine s was a name well known to him far and wide was the\\nfa,ir one heard of, for her gifts, her graces, her caprices from all which\\nvague colorings of Rumor, from the censures no less than from the\\npraises, had our Friend painted for himself a certain imperious Glueen\\nof Hearts, and blooming warm Earth-angel, much more enchanting than\\njoxxv mere white Heaven-angels of women, in whose placid veins cir-\\nculates too little naptha-fire. Herself also he had seen in public places\\nthat light yet so stately form those dark tresses, shading a face where", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "64 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nsmiles and sunlight played over earnest deeps but all this he had seen\\nonly as a magic vision, for him inaccessible, almost without reality.\\nHer sphere was too far from his; how should she ever think of him O\\nHeaven! how should they so much as meet together And now that\\nRose-goddess sits in the same circle with him the light of her eyes has\\nsmiled on him, if he speak she will hear it Nay, who knows, since\\nthe heavenly Sun looks into lowest valleys, but Blumine herself might\\nhave aforetime noted the so unnotable perhaps, from his very gainsay-\\ners, as he had from hers, gathered wonder, gathered favor for him\\nWas the attraction, the agitation mutual, then pole and pole trembling\\ntowards contact, when once brought into neighborhood 1 Say rather,\\nheart swelling in presence of the (Sueen of Hearts; like the Sea swell-\\ning when once near its Moon With the Wanderer it was e^en so as\\nin heavenward gravitation, suddenly as at the touch of a Seraph s wand,\\nhis whole soul is roused from its deepest recesses and all that was pain-\\nful, and that was blissful there, dim images, vague feelings of a whole\\nPast and a whole Future, are heaving in unquiet eddies within him.\\nOften, in far less agitating scenes, had our still Friend shrunk forci-\\nbly together; and shrouded up his tremors and flutterings, of what sort\\nsoever, in a safe cover of Silence, and perhaps of seeming Stolidity.\\nHow was it, then, that here, when trembling to the core of his heart, he did\\nnot sink into swoons, but rose into strength, into fearlessness and clear-\\nness 1 It was his guiding Genius {Damon) that inspired him he must\\ngo forth and meet his Destin5^ Show thyself now, whispered it, or be\\nfor ever hid. Thus sometimes it is even when your anxiety becomes\\ntranscendental, that the soul first feels herself able to transcend it that she\\nrises above it, in fiery victory and, borne on new-found wings of vic-\\ntory, moves so calmly, even because so rapidly, so irresistibly. Always\\nmust the Wanderer remember, with a certain satisfaction and surprise,\\nhow in this case he sat not silent, but struck adroitly into the stream of\\nconversation which thenceforth, to speak with an apparent not a real\\nvanity, he may say that he continued to lead. Surely, in those hours, a\\ncertain inspiration was imparted him, such inspiration as is still possible\\nin our late era. The self-secluded unfolds himself in noble thoughts, in\\nfree, glowing words his soul is as one sea of light, the peculiar home\\nof Truth and Intellect wherein also Fantasy bodies forth form, after\\nform, radiant with all prismatic hues.\\nIt appears, in this otherwise so happy meeting, there talked one\\nPhilistine; who even now, to the general weariness, was dominantly\\npouring forth Philistinism {PJiilistriositdten) little witting what hero\\nwa^k^here entering to demolish him We omit the series of Socratic, or\\nrather Biogenic utterances, not unhappy in their way, whereby the mon-\\nster, persuaded into silence, seems soon after to have withdrawn for\\nthe night. Of which dialectic marauder, writes our hero, the dis-\\ncomfiture was visibly felt as a benefit by most but what were all ap-\\nplauses to the glad smile, threatening every moment to become a laugh,\\nwherewith Blumine herself repaid the victor 1 He ventured to address\\nher, she answered with attention nay, what if there were a slight tremor\\nin that silver voice what if the red glow of evening were hiding a\\ntransient blush\\nThe conversation took a higher tone, one fine thought called forth\\nanother \\\\it was one of those rare seasons, when the soul expands with\\nfull freedom, and man feels himself brought near to man. Gaily in\\nlight, graceful abandonment, the friendly talk played round that circle\\nfor the burden was rolled from every heart; the barriers of Ceremony,\\nwhich are indeed the laws of polite living, had melted as into vapor;\\nand the poor claims of 3Ic and Thee, no longer parted by rigid fences,\\nnow flowed softly into one another; and Life lay all harmonious, many-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE. 65\\ntinted, like some fair royal champaign, the sovereign and owner of\\nwhich were Love only. Such music springs from kind hearts, in a\\nkind environment of place and time. And yet as the light grew more\\naerial on the mountain tops, and the shadows fell longer over the val-\\nley, some faint tone of sadness may have breathed through the heart\\nand, in whispers more or less audible, reminded every one that as this\\nbright day was drawing towards its close, so likewise must the Day of\\nman s Existence decline into dust and darkness and with all its sick\\ntoilings, and joyful and mournful noises, sink in the still Eternity.\\nTo our Friend the hours seemed moments holy was he and happy\\nthe words from those sweetest lips came over him like dew on thirsty\\ngrass all better feelings in his soul seemed to whisper It is good for\\nus to be here. At parting, the Blumine s hand was in his in the balmy\\ntwilight, with the kind stars above them, he spoke something of meeting\\nagain, which was not contradicted; he pressed gently those small soft\\nfingers, and it seemed as if they were not hastily, not angrily withdrawn.\\nPoor Teufelsdrockh it is clear to demonstration thou art smit the\\nClueen of Hearts would see a man of genius also sigh for her; and\\nthere, by art magic, in that preternatural hour, has she bound and spell-\\nbound thee. Love is not altogether a Delirium, says he elsewhere;\\nyet has it many points in common therewith. I call it rather a dis-\\ncerning of the Infinite in the Finite, of the Ideal made Real which dis-\\ncerning again may be either true or false, either seraphic or demoniac,\\nInspiration or Insanity. But in the former case, too, as in common mad-\\nness, it is Fantasy that superadds itself to Sight on the so petty domain\\nof the Actual, plants its Archimedes -lever, whereby to move at will the\\ninfinite Spiritual, Fantasy I might call the true Heaven-gate and Hell-\\ngate of man: his sensuous life is but the small temporary stage (Zeit-\\nbuhTie), whereon thick-streaming influences from both these far yet near\\nregions meet visibly, and act tragedy and melodrama. Sense can sup-\\nport herself handsomely, in most countries, for some eighteenpence\\na-day but for Fantasy planets and solar-systems will not suffice. Wit-\\nness your Pyrrhus conquering the world, yet drinking no better red wine\\nthan he had before. Alas, witness also your Diogenes, flame-clad,\\nscaling the upper Heaven, and verging on Insanity, for prize of a high-\\nsouled Brunette, as if the Earth held but one, and not several of these\\nHe says that, in Town, they met again day after day, like his\\nheart s sun, the blooming Blumine shone on him. Ah a little while\\nago, and he was yet all in darkness him what Graceful (Holde) would\\never love 1 Disbelieving all things, the poor youth had never learned\\nto believe in himself. Withdrawn, in proud timidity, within his own\\nfastnesses solitary from men, yet baited by night-spectres enough, he\\nsaw himself, with a sad indignation, constrained to renounce the fairest\\nhopes of existence. And now, O now She looks on thee, cried\\nhe she the fairest, noblest do not her dark eyes tell thee, thou art not\\ndespised The Heaven s- Messenger All Heaven s blessings be hers\\nThus did soft melodies flow through his heart tones of an infinite gra-\\ntitude sweetest intimations that he also was a man, that for him also\\nunutterable joys had been provided.\\nIn free speech, earnest or gay, amid lambent glances, laughter, tears,\\nand often with the inarticulate mystic speech of Music such was the\\nelement they now lived in in such a many-tinted, radiant Aurora, and\\nby this fairest of Orient Light-bringers must our Friend be blandished,\\nand the new Apocalypse of Nature unrolled to him. Fairest Blumine\\nAnd, even as a Star, all Fire and humid Softness, a very Light-ray in-\\ncarnate Was there so much as a fault, a caprice, he could have dis-\\npensed with 1 Was she not to him in very deed a Morning-Star did\\nnot her presence bring with it airs from Heaven As from Eolean\\n6*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "QQ SARTOR RES ARTUS.\\nHarps in the breath of clawn, as from the Memnon s Statue struck by the\\nrosy finger of Aurora, unearthly music was around him, and lapped him\\ninto untried balmy Rest. Pale Doubt fled away to the distance Life\\nbloomed up with happiness and hope. The Past, then, was all a hag-\\ngard dream he had been in the Garden of Eden, then, and could not\\ndiscern it But lo now the black walls of his prison melt away the\\ncaptive is alive, is free. If he loved his Disenchantress Ach Goit!\\nHis whole heart and soul and life were hers, but never had he named\\nit Love existence was all a Feeling, not yet shaped into a Thought.\\nNevertheless, into a Thought, nay into an Action, it must be shaped\\nfor neither Disenchanter nor Disenchantress, mere Children of Time,\\ncan abide by Feeling alone. The Professor knows not, to this day,\\nhow in her soft, fervid bosom, the Lovely found determination, even\\non best of Necessity, to cut asunder these so blissful bonds. He even\\nappears surprised at the Duenna Cousin, whoever she may have been,\\nin whose meagre, hunger-bitten philosophy, the religion of young\\nhearts was, from the first, faintly approved of. We, even at such dis-\\ntance, can explain it without necromancy. Let the Philosopher answer\\nthis one question: What figure, at that period, was a Mrs. Teufels-\\ndrockh likely to make in polished society Could she have driven so\\nmuch as a brass-bound Gig, or even a simple iron-spring one Thou\\nfoolish absolved Auscultator, before whom lies no prospect of capital,\\nwill any yet known religion of young hearts keep the human Kitchen\\nwarm Pshaw! thy divine Blumine, when she resigned herself to\\nwed some richer, shows more philosophy, though but a woman of ge-\\nnius, than thou, a pretended m.an.\\nOur readers have witnessed the origin of this Love-mania, and with\\nwhat royal splendor it waxes, and rises. Let no one ask us to unfold the\\nglories of its dominant state much less the horrors of its almost instantane-\\nous dissolution. How from such inorganic masses, henceforth madder\\nthan ever, as lie in these Bags, can even fragments of a living delinea-\\ntion be organized Besides, of what profit were it? We view, with a\\nlively pleasure, the gay silk Montgolfier start from the ground, and shoot\\nupwards, cleaving the liquid deeps, till it dwindle to a luminous star\\nbut what is there to look longer on, when once, by natural elasticity, or\\naccident of fire, it has exploded A hapless air-navigator, plunging,\\namid torn parachutes, sand-bags, and confused wreck, fast enough, into\\nthe jaws of the Devil Suffice it to know that Teufelsdrockh rose into\\nthe highest regions of the Empyrean, by a natural parabolic track, and\\nreturned thence in a quick perpendicular one. For the rest, let any\\nfeeling reader, who has been unhappy enough to do the like, paint it\\nout for himself; considering only that if he, for his perhaps compara-\\ntively insignificant mistress, underwent such agonies and frenzies, what\\nmust Teufelsdrockh s have been, with a fire-heart, and for a nonpareil\\nBlumine! We glance merely at the final scene\\nOne morning, he found his Morning-star all dimmed and dusky-red\\nthe fair creature was silent, absent, she seemed to have been weeping.\\nAlas, no longer a Morning- star, but a troublous skyey Portent, announc-\\ning that the Doomsday had dawned She said, in a tremulous voice,\\nthey were to meet no more. The thunderstruck Air-sailor is not\\nwanting to himself in this dread hour but what avails it 1 We omit\\nthe passionate expostulations, entreaties, indignations, since all was vain,\\nand not even an explanation was conceded him and hasten to the catas-\\ntrophe. Farewell, then. Madam! said he, not without sternness, for\\nhis stung pride helped him. She put her hand in his, she looked in his\\nface, tears started to her eyes in wild audacity he clasped her to his\\nbosom their lips were joined, their two souls, like two dew-drops, rushed\\ninto one,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for the first time, and for the last! Thus ^vas Teufels-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "SORROWS OF TEUFELSDROCKH. 67\\ndrockh made immraortal by a kiss. And then Why, then thick\\ncurtains of Night r ashed over his sou], as rose the immeasurable Crash\\nof Doom and through the ruins of a shivered Universe, was he falling,\\nfalling, towards the Abyss.\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nSORROWS OF TEUFELSDROCKH.\\nWe have long felt that, with a man like our Professor, matters must\\noften be expected to take a course of their own that, in so multiplex,\\nintricate a nature, there might be channels, both for admitting and emit-\\nting such as the Psychologist had seldom noted in short, that on no\\ngrand occasion and convulsion, neither in the joy-storm nor in the woe-\\nstorm, could you predict his demeanor.\\nTo our Jess philosophical readers, for example, it is now clear that\\nthe so passionate Teufelsdrockh, precipitated through a shivered Uni-\\nverse in this extraordinary way, has only one of three things which he\\ncan next do Establish himself in Bedlam begin writing Satanic Poetry\\nor blow out his brains. In the progress towards any of Avhich consum-\\nmations, do not such readers anticipate extravagance enough breast-\\nbeating, brow-beating (against walls), lion-bellowings of blasphemy and\\nthe like, stampmgs, smitings, breakages of furniture, if not arson itself?\\nNowise so does Teufelsdrockh depo.rl him. He quietly lifts his Pil-\\ngerstab (Pilgrim-staff), old business being soon woundup and begins\\na perambulation and circumambulation of the terraqueous Globe Cu-\\nrious it is, indeed, how with such vivacity of conception, such intensity\\nof feeling above all, with these unconscionable habits of Exaggeration\\nin speech, he combines that wonderful stillness of his, that stoicism in\\nexternal procedure. Thus if his sudden bereavement, in this matter of\\nthe Flower-goddess, is talked of as a real Doomsday and Dissolution of\\nNature, in which light doubtless it partly appeared to himself, his own\\nnature is nowise dissolved thereby; but rather is compressed closer.\\nFor once, as we might say, a Blumine by magic appliances has unlock-\\ned that shut heart of his, and its hidden things rush out tumultuous,\\nboundless, like genii enfranchised from their glass phial but no sooner\\nare your magic appliances withdrawn, than the strange casket of a\\nheart springs-to again and perhaps there is nov/ no key extant that will\\nopen it; for a Teufelsdrockh, as we remarked, will not love a second\\ntime. Singular Diogenes No sooner has that heart-rending occur-\\nrence taken place, than he affects to regard it as a thing natural, of\\nwhich there is nothing more to be said. One highest Hope, seemingly\\nlegible in the eyes of an Angel, had recalled him as out of Death-sha-\\ndows into celestial Life but a gleam of Tophet passed over the face of\\nhis Angel he was rapt away in whirlwinds, and heard the laughter of\\nDemons. It was a Calenture, adds he, v/hereby the Youth saw green\\nParadise-groves in the waste Ocean-waters a lying vision, yet not whol-\\nly a lie, for he saw it, But what things soever passed in him, when he\\nceased to see it what ragings and despairings soever Teufelsdrockh s\\nsoul was the scene of, he has the goodness to conceal under a quite\\nopaque cover of Silence. We know it well the first mad paroxysm\\npast, our brave Gneschen collected his dismembered philosophies, and\\nbuttoned himself together he was meek, silent, or spoke of the weather,\\nand the Journals only by a transient knitting of those shaggy brows by\\nsome deep flash of those eyes, glancing one knew not whether with tear-\\ndew or with fierce fire, might you have guessed what a Gehenna was\\nwithin: that a whole Satanic School were spouting, though inaudibly,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nthere. To consume your own choler, as some chimneys consume their\\nown smoke to keep a whole Satanic School spouting, if it must spout,\\ninaudibly, is a negative yet no slight virtue, nor one of the commonest\\nin these times.\\nNevertheless, we will not take upon us to say, that in the strange mea-\\nsure he fell upon, there was not a touch of latent Insanity whereof in-\\ndeed the actual condition of these Documents in Capricornus and Aqua-\\nrius is no bad emblem. His so unlimited Wanderings, toilsome enough,\\nare without assigned or perhaps assignable aim internal Unrest seems\\nhis sole guidance he wanders, wanders, as if that curse of the Prophet\\nhad fallen on him, and he were made like unto a wheel. Doubtless,\\ntoo, the chaotic nature of these Paperbags aggravates our obscm-ity.\\nCluite without note of preparation, for example, we come upon the fol-\\nlowing slip A peculiar feeling is it that will rise in the Traveller,\\nwhen turning some hill- range in his desert road, he descries lying far\\nbelow, embosomed among its groves and green natural bulwarks, and\\nall diminished to a toybox, the fair Town, where so many souls, as it\\nwere seen and yet unseen, are driving their multifarious traffic. Its\\nwhite steeple is then truly a starward-pointing fmger; the canopy of\\nblue smoke seems like a sort of Life-breath for always, of its own unity,\\nthe soul gives unity to whatso it looks on with love thus does the little\\nDwellingplace of men, in itself a congeries of houses and huts, become\\nfor us an individual, almost a person. But what thousand other thoughts\\nunite thereto, if the place has to ourselves been the arena of joyous or\\nmournful experiences if perhaps the cradle we were rocked in still\\nstands there, if our Loving ones still dwell there, if our buried ones there\\nslumber Does Teufelsdrockh, as the wounded eagle is said to make\\nfor its own eyrie, and indeed military deserters, and all hunted outcast crea-\\ntures, turn as if by instinct in the direction of their birthland, fly first,\\nin this extremity, towards his native Entepfuhl but reflecting that there\\nno help awaits him, take but one wistful look from the distance, and\\nthen wend elsewhither 1\\nLittle happier seems to be his next flight into the wilds of Nature\\nas if in her mother-bosom he would seek healing. So at least we in-\\ncline to interpret the following Notice, separated from the former by\\nsome considerable space, wherein, however, is nothing note-worthy\\nMountains were not new to him but rarely are Mountains seen in\\nsuch combined majesty and grace as here. The rocks are of that sort\\ncalled Primitive by the mineralogists, which always arrange themselves\\nin masses of a rugged, gigantic character which ruggedness, however,\\nis here tempered by a singular airiness of form, and softness of environ-\\nment in a climate favorable to vegetation, the gray cliff itself covered\\nwith lichens, shoots up through a garment of foliage or verdure and\\nv/hite, bright cottages, tree-shaded, cluster round the everlasting granite.\\nIn fine vicissitude, Beauty alternates with Grandeur you ride through\\nstony hollows, along strait passes, traversed by torrents, overhung by\\nhigh walls of rock now winding amid broken shaggy chasms, and huge\\nfragments; now suddenly emerging into some emerald valley, where the\\nstreamlet collects itself into a Lake, and man has again found a dwelling,\\nand it seems as if Peace had established herself in the bosom of Strength,\\nTo Peace, however, in this vortex of existence, can the Son of Time\\nnot pretend still less if some Spectre haunt him from the Past and the\\nFuture is wholly a Stygian Darkness, spectre-bearing. Reasonably\\nmight the Wanderer exclaim to himself: Are not the gates of this\\nworld s Happiness inexorably shut against thee hast thou a hope that\\nis not mad Nevertheless, one may still murmur audibly, or in the ori-\\nginal Greek if that suit better Whoso can look on Death will start at\\nno shadows V", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "SORROWS OF TEUFELSDROCKH. 69\\nFrom such meditations is the Wanderer s attention called outwards\\nfor now the Valley closes in abruptly, intersected by a huge mountain\\nmass, the stony waterworn ascent of which is not to be accomplished on\\nhorseback. Arrived aloft, he finds himself again lifted into the evening\\nsimset light and cannot but pause, and gaze romid him, some moments\\nthere. An upland irregular expanse of wold, where valleys in complex\\nbranchings are suddenly or slowly arranging their descent towards every\\nquarter of the sky. The mountain-ranges are beneath, your feet, and\\nfolded together only the loftier summits look down here and there as\\non a second plain j lakes also lie clear and earnest in their solitude. No\\ntrace of man nov/ visible unless indeed it were he who fashioned that\\nlittle visible link of Highway, here, as would seem, scaling the inacces-\\nsible, to unite Province with Province. But sunwards, lo you how it\\ntowers sheer up, a world of Mountains, the diadem and centre of the\\nmountain region A hundred and a hundred savage peaks, in the last\\nlight of Day; all glowing, Of gold and amethyst, like giant spirits of the\\nwilderness there in their silence, in their solitude, even as on the night\\nv/hen Noah s Deluge first dried Beautiful, nay solemn, was the sud-\\nden aspect to our Wanderer, He gazed over those stupendous masses\\nwith wonder, almost with longing desire never till this hour had he\\nknown Nature, that she was One, that she was his Mother and divine.\\nAnd as the ruddy glow was fading into clearness in the sky, and the\\nSun had nov/ departed, a murmur of Eternity and Immensity, of Death\\nand of Life, stole through his soul and he felt as if Death and Life were\\none, as if the Earth were not dead, as if the Spirit of the Earth had its throne\\nin that splendor, and his own spirit were therewith holding communion.\\nThe spell was broken by a sound of carriage-wheels. Emerging\\nfrom the hidden Northward, to sink soon into the hidden Southward,\\ncame a gay barouche-and-four it was open servants and postilions wore\\nwedding-favors that happy pair, then, had found each other, it was\\ntheir marriage evening Few moments brought them near: Du Himmel!\\nIt was Herr Towgood and Blumine With slight unrecognizing\\nsalutation they passed me plunged down amid the neighboring thick-\\nets, onwards, to Heaven, and to England and I, in my friend Richter s\\nwords, I remained alone, behind them, with the Night.\\nWere it not cruel in these circumstances, here might be the place to\\ninsert an observation, gleaned long ago from the great Clothes- Volume,\\nwhere it stands with quite other intent: Some time before Small-pox\\nwas extirpated, says the Professor, there came a new malady of the\\nspiritual sort on Europe I mean the epidemic, now endemical, of View-\\nhunting. Poets of old date, being privileged with Senses, had also en-\\njoyed external Nature but chiefly as we enjoy the crystal cup which\\nholds good or bad liquor for us that is to say, in silence, or with slight\\nincidental commentary never, as I compute, till after the Sorrows of\\nWerter, was there man found who would say Come let us make a De-\\nscription Having drunk the liquor, come let us eat the glass Of\\nwhich endemic the Jenner is unhappily still to seek. Too true\\nWe reckon it more important to remark that the Professor s Wander-\\nings, so far as his stoical and cynical envelopement admits us to clear\\ninsight, here first take their permanent character, fatuous or not. That\\nbasilisk-glance of the Barouche-and-four seems to have withered up\\nwhat little remnant of a purpose may have still lurked in him Life has\\nbecome wholly a dark labyrinth wherein, through long years, our\\nFriend, flying from spectres, must stumble about at random, and natu-\\nrally with more haste than progress.\\nFoolish were it in us to attempt following him, even from afar, in this\\nextraordinary world-pilgrimage of his; the simplest record of which,\\nwere clear record possible, would fill volumes Hopeless is the obscuri-", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "70 SARTOR RESARTTTS.\\nty, unspeakable the confusion. He glides from country to country, from\\ncondition to condition vanishing and reappearing, no man can calcu-\\nlate how or where. Through all quarters of the world he wanders, and\\napparently through all circles of society. If in any scene, perhaps diffi-\\ncult to fix geographically, he settles for a time, and forms connexions,\\nbe sure he will snap them abruptly asunder. Let him sink out of sight\\nas Private Scholar {Privatisirendef)^ living by the grace of God, in\\nsome European capital, you may next find him as Hadjee in the neigh-\\nborhood of Mecca. It is an inexplicable Phantasmagoria, capricious,\\nquick-changing as if our Traveller, instead of limbs and highways,\\nhad transported himself by some wishing-carpet, or Fortunatus Hal.\\nThe whole too imparted emblematically, in dim multifarious tokens (as\\nthat collection of Street- Advertisements) with only some touch of di-\\nrect historical notice sparingly interspersed: little light-islets in the\\nworld of haze So that, from this point, the Professor is more of an\\nenigma than ever. In figurative language, we might say he becomes,\\nnot indeed a spirit, yet spiritualised, vaporised. Fact unparalleled in\\nBiography The river of his History, which we have traced from its\\ntiniest fountains, and hoped to see flow onward, with increasing current,\\ninto the ocean, here dashes itself over that terrific Lover s Leap; and,\\nas a mad-foaming cataract, flies wholly into tumultuous clouds of spray\\nLow down it indeeds collects again into pools and plashes yet only at\\na great distance, and with difliculty, if at all, into a general stream. To\\ncast a glance into certain of those pools and plashes, and trace whither\\nthey run, must, for a chapter or two, form the limit of onr endeavor.\\nFor which end doubtless those direct historical Notices, where they\\ncan be met with, are the best. Nevertheless, of this sort too there occurs\\nmuch, which, with our present light, it were questionable to emit. Teuf-\\nelsdrockh, vibrating everywhere between the highest and the lowest\\nlevels, comes into contact with public History itself. For example,\\nthose conversations and relations with illustrious Persons, as Sultan\\nMahmoud, the Emperor Napoleon, and others, are they not as yet rather\\nof a diplomatic character than of a biographic The Editor, appreciat-\\ning the sacredness of crowned, heads, nay perhaps suspecting the possi-\\nble trickeries of a Clothes-Philosopher, will eschew this province for the\\npresent: a new time may bring new insight and a different duty.\\nIf we ask now, not indeed with what ulterior Purpose, for there\\nwas none, yet with what immediate outlooks; at all events, in\\nwhat mood of mind, the Professor undertook and prosecuted this\\nworld-pilgrimage,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the answer is more distinct than favorable. A\\nnameless Unrest, says he, urged me forward; to which the outward\\nmotion was some momentar) lying solace. Whither should T gol My\\nLoadstars were blotted out in that canopy of grim fire shone no star.\\nYet forward must I the ground burnt under me there was no rest for\\nthe sole of my foot. I was alone, alone Ever too the strong inward\\nlonging shaped Fantasms for itself: towards these, one after the other,\\nmust I fruitlessly wander. A leeling I had that, for my fever-thirst,\\nthere was and must be somewhere a healing Fountain. To many fondly\\nimagined Fountains, the Saints Wells of these days, did I pilgrim to\\ngreat Men, to great Cities, to great Events but found there no healing.\\nIn strange countries, as in the well-known in savage deserts as in the\\npress of corrupt civilisation, it was ever the same how could your\\nWanderer escape from his own Shadow Nevertheless still Forward\\nI felt as if in great haste; to do I saw not what. From the depths of\\nmy own heart, it called to me, Forwards The winds and the streams,\\nand all Nature sounded to me. Forwards! Ach Gott, I was even, once\\nfor all, a Son of Time.\\nFrom which is it not c] ?.ar that the internal Satanic School was still", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE EVERLASTING NO. 71\\nactive enough He says elsewhere The E^ichiridion of EpicLetus I\\nhad ever with me, often as my sole rational companion and regret to\\nmention that the nourishment it yielded was trifling. Thou foolish\\nTeufelsdrockh! How could it CISC Hadst thou not Greek enough to\\nunderstand thus much The end of Man is an Action, and not a Thought,\\nthough it were the noblest\\nHow I lived V writes he once Friend, hast thou considered the\\nrugged all-nourishing Earth, as Sophocles well names her; how she\\nfeeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man 1 While\\nthou stirrest and livest, thou hast a probability of victual. My breakfast\\nof tea has been cooked by a Tartar woman, with water of the Amur,\\nwho wiped her earthen-kettle with a horsetail. I have roasted wild eggs\\nin the sand of Sahara I have awakened in Paris Estrapades and Vienna\\nMalzleins, with no prospect of breakfast beyond elemental liquid. That\\nI had my Living to seek saved me from Dying, by suicide. In our\\nbusy Europe, is there not an everlasting demand for Intellect, in the che-\\nmical, mechanical, political, religious, educational, commercial depart-\\nments 1 In Pagan countries, cannot one write Fetishes Living Lit-\\ntle knowest thou what alchemy is in an inventive Soul how, as with\\nits little finger, it can create provision enough for the body (of a Philo-\\nsopher) and then, as with both hands, create quite other than provi-\\nsion namely, spectres to torment itself withal,\\nPoor Teufelsdrockh Flying with Hunger always parallel to him\\nand a whole Infernal Chace in his rear so that the countenance of\\nHunger is comparatively a friend s Thus must he, in the temper of\\nancient Cain, or of the modern Wandering Jew, save only that he feels\\nhimself not guilty and but suffering the pains of guilt, wend to and fro\\nwith aimless speed. Thus must he, over the whole surface of the Earth\\n(by foot-prints), write his Sorroios of Teufelsdrockh even as the great\\nGoethe, in passionate words, must write his Sorroios of Werter, before\\nthe spirit freed herself, and he could become a Man. Vain truly is the\\nhope of your swiftest Runner to escape from his own Shadow Ne-\\nvertheless, in these sick days, when the Born of Heaven first descries\\nhimself (about the age of twenty) in a world such as ours, richer than\\nusual in two things in Truths grown obsolete, and Trades grown obso-\\nlete, what can the fool think but that it is all a Den of Lies, wherein\\nwhoso will not speak Lies and act Lies, must stand Idle, and despair\\nWhereby it happens that, for your nobler minds, the publishing of some\\nsuch Work of Art, in one or the other dialect, becomes almost a neces-\\nsity. For what is it properly but an Altercation with the Devil, before\\nyou begin honestly Fighting him Your Byron publishes his Sorrows\\nof Lord George, in verse and in prose, and copiously otherwise your\\nBonaparte represents his Sorrows of Napoleon Opera, in an ail-too stu-\\npendous style Avith music of cannon -volleys, and murder-shrieks of a\\nworld his stage-lights are the fires of Conflagration his rhyme and\\nrecitative are the tramp of embattled Hosts and the sound of falling\\nCities. Happier is he who, like our Clothes-Philosopher, can write such\\nmatter, since it must be written, on the insensible Earth, wath his shoe-\\nsoles only; and also survive the writing thereof!\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nTHE EVERLASTING NO.\\nUnder the strange nebulous envelopment, wherein our Professor has\\nnow shrouded himself, no doubt but his spiritual nature is nevertheless\\nprogressive, and growing for how can the Son of Time, in any case,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nStand still 1 We behold him, through those dim years, m a siaLe ol cri-\\nsis, of transition: his mad Pilgrimages, and general solution into aim-\\nless Discontinuity, what is all this but a mad Fermentation wlierefrom,\\nthe fiercer it is, the clearer product will one day evolve itself 7\\nSuch transitions are ever full of pain thus the Eagle, when he moults,\\nis sickly; and, to attain his new beak, must harshly dash oii the old one\\nupon rocks. What Stoicism soever our Wanderer, in his individual\\nacts and motions, may aflect, it is clear that there is a hot fever of anar-\\nchy and misery raging within coruscations of which flash out as, in-\\ndeed, how could there be other Have we not seen him disappointed,\\nbemocked of Destiny, through long years All that the young heart\\nmight desire and pray for has been denied nay, as in the last worst in-\\nstance, offered and then snatched away. Ever an excellent Passivity\\nbut of useful, reasonable Activity, essential to the former as Food to\\nHunger, nothing granted: till at length, in this wild Pilgrimage, be\\nmust forcibly seize for himslf an Activity, though useless, unreasonable,\\nAlas his cup of bitterness, which had been filling drop by drop, ever\\nsince that first ruddy morning in the Hinterschlag Gymnasium, was\\nat the very lip and then with that poison-drop, of the Towgood-and-\\nBlumine busmess, it runs over, and even hisses over in a deluge of foam.\\nHe himself says once, with more justness than originality: Man is,\\nproperly speaking, based upon Hope, he has no other possession but\\nHope this world of his is emphaiically the Place of Hope. What\\nthen was our Professor s possession We see him, for the present,\\nshut out from Hope looking not into the golden orient, but all around\\ninto a dim copper firmament, pregnant with earthquake and tornado.\\nAlas, shut out from Hope, in a deeper sense than we yet dream ol\\nFor as he wanders wearisomely through this world, he has now lost all\\ntidings of another and higher. Full of religion, or at least of religiosity,\\nas our Friend has since exhibited himself, he hides not that, in those\\ndays, he was wholly irreligious Doubt had darkened into Unbelief,\\nsays he shade after shade goes grimly over your soul, till you have\\nthe fixed, starless, Tartarean black. To such readers as have\\nreflected, what can be called reflecting, on man s life, and happily dis-\\ncovered, in contradiction to much Profit-and-Loss Philosophy, specula-\\ntive and practical, that Soul is noi synonymous with stomach; who\\nunderstand, therefore, in our Friend s words, that for man s well-being.\\nFaith is properly the one thing needful how, with it. Martyrs, other-\\nwise weak, can cheerfully endure the shame and the cross and, withoui\\nit. Worldlings puke up their sick existence, by suicide, in the midst of\\nluxury: to such it will be clear that, for a pure moral nature, the loss\\nof his religious Belief was the loss of everything. Unhappy young\\nman I All wounds, ihe crush of long continued Destitution, the stab of\\nfalse Friendship, and of false Love, all wounds in thy so genial heart\\nwould have healed again, had not its life- warmth been withdrawn.\\nWell might he exclaim in his wild way Is there no God, then but\\nat best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the\\noutside of his Universe, and seeing ii go 7 Has the word Duty no\\nmeaning is what we call Duty no divine Messenger and Guide, but a\\nfalse earthly Fantasm, made up of Desire and Fear, of emanations from\\nthe Gallows and from Doctor Graham s Celestial-Bed 1 Happiness of\\nan approving Conscience Did not Paul of Tarsus, whom admiring\\nmen have since named Saint, feel that he was the chief of sinners\\nand Nero of Rome, jocund in spirit {woIUgemufk), spend much of his\\ntime in fiddling Foolish Word-monger and Motive-grinder, that in\\nthy Logic-mill has an earthly mechanism for the Godlike itself, and\\nwoLildst fain grind me out Virtue from the husks of Pleasure,\u00e2\u0080\u0094! tell\\nthee. Nay To the unregenerate Prometheus Vinctus of a man, it is", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE EVERLASTING IN O. 73\\never the bitterest aggravation of its wretched ne.ss that he is conscious of\\nVirtue, that he feels himself the victim not of suffering only, but of in-\\njustice. What then Is the heroic inspiration we name Virtue but\\nsome Passion some bubble of the blood, bubbling in the direction\\nothers profit by I know not only this I know, If what thou namest\\nHappiness be our true aim, then are we all astray. With Stupidity and\\nsound Digestion man may front much. But what in these dull unima-\\nginative days, are the terrors of Conscience to the diseases of the Liver\\nNot on Morality, but on Cookery let us build our stronghold there brand-\\nishing our fryingpan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil,\\nand live at ease on the fat things which he has provided for his Elect\\nThus must the bewildered Wanderer stand, as so many have done,\\nshouting question after question into the Sybil-cave of Destiny, and\\nreceive no Answer but an Echo. It is all a grim Desert, this once fair\\nworld of his wherein is heard only the howling of wild beasts, or the\\nshrieks of despairing, hate-filled men and no Pillar of Cloud by day,\\nand no Pillar of Fire by night, any longer guides the Pilgrim. To such\\nlength has the spirit of Inquiry carried him. But what boots it {was\\ntMds) 1 cries he it is but the common lot m this era. Not having\\ncome to spiritual majority prior to the Siecle de Louis Qtiinze, and not\\nbeing born purely a Loghead {Dummkopf), thou hadst no other outlook.\\nThe whole world is, like thee, sold to Unbelief; their old Temples of\\nthe Godhead, which for long have not been rainproof, crumble down\\nand men ask now Where is the Godhead our eyes never saw him\\nPitiful enough were it, for all these wild utterances, to call our Dior\\ngenes wicked. Unprofitable servants as we all are, perhaps at no era\\nof his life was he more decisively the Servant of Goodness, the Servant\\nof God, than even now when doubting God s existence. One circum-\\nstance I note, says he after all the nameless woe that Inquiry, which\\nfor me, what it is not always, was genuine Love of Truth, had wrought\\nme, I nevertheless; siill loved Truth, and would bate no jot of my alle-\\ngiance to her. Truth I cried, though the Heavens crush me for\\nfollowing her: no Falsehood! though a whole celestial Lubberland\\nwere the price of Apostacy. In conduct it was the same. Had a\\ndivine Messenger from the clouds or miraculous Handwriting on the\\nwall, convincingly proclaimed to me This shall thou do, with what\\npassionate readiness, as I often thought, would I have done it, had it\\nbeen leaping into the infernal Fire Thus, in spite of all Motive-grind-\\ners, and Mechanical Profit-and-Loss Philosophies, with the sick ophthal-\\nmia and hallucination they had brought on, was the Infinite nature of\\nDuty still dimly present to me living without God in the world, of\\nGod s light I was not utterly bereft; if my as yet sealed eyes, with\\ntheir unspeakable longing, could nowhere see him, nevertheless in my\\nheart He was present, and His heaven-written Law still stood legible\\nand sacred there.\\nMeanwhile, under all these tribulations, and temporal and spiritual\\ndestitutions, what must the Wanderer, in his silent soul, have endured\\nThe painfullest feeling, writes he, is that of your own Feebleness\\n(IP/ikraft); ever, as the English Milton says, to be weak is the true\\nmisery. And yet of your Strength there is and can be no clear feeling,\\nsave by what you have prospered in, by what you have done. Between\\nvague wavering Capability and fixed indubitable Performance, what a\\ndifference A certain inarticulate Self-consciousnes-s dwells dimly in\\nus which only our Works can render articulate and decisively discern-\\nible. Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural\\nlineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible Precept, Knoio thy-\\nself till it be translated into this partially possible one, Know what thou\\ncanst work at.\\n7", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nBut for me, so strangely unprosperous had I been, the net result of\\nmy Workings amounted as yet simply to Nothing. How then could I\\nbelieve in my Strength, when there was as yet no mirror to see it in 1\\nEver did this agitating, yet as I now perceive, quite frivolous question,\\nremain to me insoluble Hast thou a certain Faculty, a certain Worth,\\nsuch even as the most have not or art thou the completest Dullard of\\nthese modern times 1 Alas the fearful Unbelief is unbelief in your-\\nself; and how could I believed Had not my first, last faith in myself,\\nwhen even to me the Heavens seemed laid open, and I dared to love,\\nbeen all too cruelly belied The speculative Mystery of Life grew ever\\nmore mysterious to me neither in the practical Mystery had I made the\\nslightest progress but been everywhere buffeted, foiled, and contempt-\\nuously cast out. A feeble unit in the middle of a threatening infinitude,\\nI seemed to have nothing given me but eyes, whereby to discern my\\nown wretchedness. Invisible yet impenetrable walls, as of Enchant-\\nment, divided me from all living was there in the wide world any true\\nbosom I could press trustfully to mine 1 O Heaven, No, there was\\nnone I kept a lock upon my lips why should I speak much with that\\nshifting variety of so-called Friends, in whose withered, vain, and too\\nhungry souls. Friendship was but an incredible tradition In such\\ncases, your resource is to talk little, and that little mostly from the\\nNewspapers. Now when I look back, it was a strange isolation I then\\nlived in. The men and women around me, even speaking with me,\\nwere but Figures I had, practically, forgotten that they were alive,\\nthat they were not merely automatic. In midst of their crowded streets,\\nand assemblages, I walked solitary and (except as it was my own heart,\\nnot another s, that I kept devouring) savage also, as the tiger in his\\njungle. Some comfort it would have been, could I, like a Faust, have\\nfciucied myself tempted and tormented of the Devil for a Hell, as I\\nimagine, without Life, though only diabolic Life, were more frightful\\nbut in oui age of Downpulling and Disbelief, the very Devil has been\\npulled down, you cannot so much as believe in a Devil. To me the\\nUniverse was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hos-\\ntility it was one huge, dead, immeasurable, Steam-engine, rolling on,\\nin its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. O the vast, gloomy,\\nsolitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death Why was the Living banished\\n.hither companionless, conscious 1 Why if there is no Devil nay,\\nunless the Devil is your God\\nA ptr\u00c2\u00abey incessantly to such corrosions, might not, moreover, as the\\nworst aggravation to them, the iron constitution even of a Teufelsdrockh\\nthreaten to fail 1 We conjecture that he has known sickne-ss and, in\\nspite of his locomotive habits, perhaps sickness of the chronic sort. Hear\\nthis, for example: How beautifiTl to die of broken-heart, on Paper!\\nCluite another thing in Practice every window of your Fe-aling, even\\nof your Intellect, as it were, begrimed and mud-bespattered, so that no\\npure ray can enter a whole Drugshop in your inwards the foredone\\nsoul drowning slowly in quagmires of Disgust!\\nPutting all which external and internal miseries together, may we not\\nfind in the following sentences, quite in our Professor s still vein, sig-\\nnificance enough: From Suicide a certain after-shine (Nackschein) of\\nChristianity withheld me perhaps also a certain indolence of charac-\\nter for, was not that a remedy I had at any time Avithin reach Often,\\nhowever, was there a question present to me Should some one now, at\\nthe turning of that corner, blow thee suddenly out of Space, into the other\\nWorld, or other no- world, by pistol-shot, how were if? On which\\nground, too, I have often, in sea-storms and sieged cities and other death-\\nscenes, exhibited an imperturbability, which passed for courage.\\nSo had it lasted, concludes the Wanderer, so had it lasted, as in", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE. 76\\nbitter protracted Death-agony, through long years. The heart within\\nme, im visited by any heavenly dewdrop, was smouldering in sulphurous,\\nslow-consuming fire. Almost since earliest memory I had shed no tear\\nor once only when I, murmuring halt-audibly, recited Faust s Death-\\nsong, that wild Selig der den er im Siegesglanze findet (Happy whom\\nhe finds in Battle s splendor), and thought that of this last Friend even I\\nwas not forsaken, that Destiny itself could not doom me not to die. Hav-\\ning no hope, neither had I any definite fear, were it of Man or of Devil\\nnay, I often felt as if it might be solacing, could the Arch-Devil himself,\\nthough in Tartarean terrors, but rise to me, that I might tell him a little\\nof my mind. And yet, strangely enough, I lived in a continual, indefi-\\nnite, pining fear tremulous, pusillanimous, apprehensive of I knew not\\nwhat it seemed as if all things in the Heavens above and the Earth be-\\nneath would hurt me as if the Heavens and the Earth were but bound-\\nless Jaws of a devouring Monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be\\ndevoured.\\nFull of such humor, and perhaps the miserablest man in the whole\\nFrench Capital or Suburbs, was I, one sultry Dogday, after much per-\\nambulation, toiling along the dirty little Rue Saint Thomas de I Enfer,\\namong civic rubbish enough, in a close atmosphere, and over pavements\\nhot as Nebuchadnezzar s Furnace whereby doubtless my spirits were\\nlittle cheered when, all at once, there rose a Thought in me, and I\\nasked myself: What art thou afraid of? Wherefore, like a coward,\\ndost thou for ever pip and whimper, and go cowering and trembling 1\\nDespicable biped what is the sam-total of the worst that lies before\\nthee 1 Death Well, Death and say the pangs of Tophet too, and\\nall that the Devil and Man may, will, or can do against thee Hast\\nthou not a heart canst thou not suffer whatso it be and, as a Child of\\nFreedom, though outcast, trample Tophet itself under thy feet, while it\\nconsumes thee Let it come, then; I will meet it and defy it And\\nas I so thought, there rushed like a stream of fire over my whole soul\\nand I shook base Fear away from me for ever. I was strong, of un-\\nknown strength a spirit, almost a god. Ever from that time, the tem-\\nper of my misery was changed not Fear or whining Sorrow was it, but\\nIndignation and grim fire-eyed Defiance.\\nThus had the Everlasting No {das Ewige NeivA pealed authorita-\\ntively through all the recesses of my Being, of my Me and then was it\\nthat my whole Me stood up, in native God-created majesty, and with\\nemphasis recorded its Protest. Such a Protest, the most important trans-\\naction in Life, may that same Indignation and Defiance, in a psycholo-\\ngical point of view, be fitly called. The Everlasting No had said Be-\\nhold, thou art fatherless, outcast, and the Universe is mine (the Devil s);\\nto which my whole Me now made answer am not thine, but Free,\\nand for ever hate thee\\nIt is from this hour that I date my Spiritual New-birth, or Bapho-\\nmetic Fire-baptism; perhaps I directly thereupon began to be a Man.\\nCHAPTER VIII.\\nCENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE.\\nThough, after this Baphometic Fire-baptism of his, our Wanderer\\nsignifies that his Unrest was but increased as, indeed Indignation and\\nDefiance, especially against things in general, are not the most peacea-\\nble inmates yet can the Psychologist surmise that it was no longer a\\nquite hopeless Unrest that henceforth it had at least a fixed centre to\\nrevolve round. For the fire-baptised soul, long so scathed and thunder-", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 SARTOR RESARTTJS.\\nriven, here feels its own Freedom, which feeling is its Baphometic Bap-\\ntism the citadel of its whole kingdom it has thus gained by assault, and\\nwill keep inexpugnable outwards from which the remaining dominions,\\nnot indeed without hard battling, will doubtless b}^ degrees be conquered\\nand pacificated. Under another figure, we might say, if in that great\\nmoment, in the Rue Saint Thomas de I Enfer, the old inward Satanic\\nSchool was not yet thrown out of doors, it received peremptorj^ judicial\\nnotice to quit; whereby, for the rest, its howl-chantings, Ernulphus-\\ncursings, and rebellious gnashings of teeth, might, in the mean while,\\nbecome only the more tumultuous, and difficult to keep secret.\\nAccordingly, if we scrutinize these Pilgrimings well, there is perhaps\\ndiscernible henceforth a certain incipient method in their madness. Not\\nwholly as a Spectre does Teufelsdrockh now storm through the world\\nat worst as a spectre-fighting Man, nay that v/ill one day be a Spectre-\\nqueller. If pilgriming restlessly to so many Saints Wells, and ever\\nwithout quenching of his thirst, he nevertheless finds little secular wells,\\nwhereby from time to time some alleviation is ministered. In a word,\\nhe is now, if not ceasing, yet intermitting to eat his own heart and\\nclutches round him outwardly, on the Not-me, for wholesomer food.\\nDoes not the following glimpse exhibit him in a much more natural state\\nTowns also and Cities, especially the ancient, I failed not to look\\nupon with interest. How beautiful to see thereby, as through a long-\\nvista, into the remote Time to have, as it were, an actual section of\\nalmost the earliest Past brought safe into the Present, and set before your\\neyes! There, in that old City, was a live ember of Culinary Fire put\\ndown, say only two thousand years ago and there, burning more or less\\ntriumphantly, with such fuel as the region yielded, it has burnt, and still\\nburns, and thou thyself seest the very smoke thereof Ah and the far\\nmore mysterious live ember of Vital Fire was then also put down there\\nand still miraculously burns and spreads and the smoke and ashes\\nthereof (in these Judgment-Halls and Churchyards), and its bellows-\\nengines (in these Churches), thou still seest and its flame, looking out\\nfrom every kind countenance, and every hateful one, still warms thee or\\nscorches thee.\\nOf Man s Activity and Attainment the chief results are aeriform,\\nmystic, and preserved in Tradition only such are his Forms of Gov-\\nernment, with the Authority they rest on his Customs, or Fashions both\\nof Cloth-habits and of Soul-habits much more his collective stock of\\nHandicrafts, the whole Faculty he has required of manipulating Na-\\nture all these things, as indispensable and priceless as they are, cannot\\nin any way be fixed under lock and key, but must flit, spirit-like, on im-\\npalpable vehicles, from Father to Son if you demand sight of them,\\nthey are nowhere to be met with. Visible Ploughmen and Hammer-\\nmen there have been, ever from Cain and Tubal cain downwards but\\nwhere does your accumulated Agricultural, Metallurgic, and other Ma-\\nnufacturing Skill lie warehoused 1 It transmits itself on the atmospheric\\nair, on the sun s rays, by Hearing and by Vision it is a thing aeriform,\\nimpalpable, of quite a spiritual sort. In like manner, ask me not.\\nWhere are the Laws; where is the Government In vain wilt thou\\ngo to Schoubrunn, to Downing Street, to the Palais Bourbon thou find-\\nest nothing there, but brick or stone houses, and some bundles of Papers\\ntied with tape. Where then is that same cunningly-devised almighty\\nGovernment of theirs to be laid hands on Everywhere, yet nowhere\\nseen only in its works, this too is a thing aeriform, invisible or if you\\nwill, mystic and miraculous. So spiritual (geistig) is our whole daily\\nLife all that we do springs out of Mystery, Spirit, invisible Force\\nonly like a little Cloud-image, or Armida s Palace, air-built, does the\\nActual body itself forth from the great mystic Deep.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE. If\\nVisible and tangible products of the Past, again, I reckon up to the\\nextent of three: Cities, with their Cabinets and Arsenals; then tilled\\nFields, to either or to both of which divisions Roads with their Bridges\\nmay belong; and thirdly Books, In which third truly, the last-\\ninvented, lies a worth far surpassing that of the two others. Wondrous\\nindeed is the virtue of a true Book. Not like a dead City of stones,\\nyearly crumbling, yearly needing repair more like a tilled Field, but\\nthen a spiritual Field like a spiritual Tree, let me rather say, it stands\\nfrom year to year, and from age to age (we have Books that already\\nnumber some hundred-and-fifty human ages) and yearly comes its ncT^\\nproduce of Leaves (Commentaries, Deductions, Philosophical, Political\\nSystems or were it only Sermons, Pamphlets, Journalistic Essays),\\nevery one of which talismanic and thaumaturgic, for it can persuade\\nmen. O thou who art able to write a Book, which once in the two cen-\\nturies or oftener there is a man gifted to do, envy not him whom they\\nname City-builder, and inexpressibly pity him whom they name Con-\\nqueror or City-burner Thou too art a Conqueror and Victor but of\\nthe true sort, namely over the Devil thou too hast built what will out-\\nlast all marble and metal, and be a wonder-bringing City of the Mind, a\\nTemple and Seminary and Prophetic Mount, whereto all kindreds of the\\nEarth will pilgrim. Fool why journeyest thou wearisomely, in thy\\nantiquarian fervor, to gaze on the stone Pyramids of Geeza, or the clay\\nones of Sacchara These stand there, as I can tell thee, idle and inert,\\nlooking over the Desert, foolishly enough, for the last three thousand\\nyears but canst thou not open thy Hebrew Bible, then, or even Luther s\\nVersion thereof?\\nNo less satisfactory is his sudden appearance not in Battle, yet on\\nsome Battle-field; which, we soon gather, must be that of Wagram; so\\nthat here, for once, is a certain approximation to distinctness of date.\\nOmitting much, let us impart what follows\\nHorrible enough A whole Marchfeld strewed with shell-splinters,\\ncannon-shot, ruined tumbrills, and dead men and horses stragglers still\\nremaining not so much as buried. And those red mould heaps aye,\\nthere lie the Shells of Men, out of which all the Life and Virtue has\\nbeen blown and now are they swept together, and crammed down out\\nof sight, like blown Egg-shells Did Nature, when she bade the Donau\\nbring down his mould-cargoes from the Carinthian and Carpathian\\nHeights, and spread them out here into the softest, richest level, intend\\nthee, O Marchfeld, for a corn-bearing Nursery, whereon her children\\nmight be nursed or for a Cockpit, wherein they might the more com-\\nmodiously be throttled and tattered 1 Were thy three broad Highways,\\nmeeting here from the ends of Europe, made for Ammunition-waggons,\\nthen 1 Were thy Wagrams and Stillfrieds but so many ready-built\\nCasemates, wherein the house of Hapsburg might batter with artillery,\\nand with artillery be battered 1 Konig Ottokar, amid yonder hillocks,\\ndies- under Rodolf s truncheon here Kaiser Franz falls a-swoon under\\nNapoleon s within which five centuries, to omit the others, how has thy\\nbreast, fair Plain, been defaced and defiled The greensward is torn\\nup and trampled down man s fond care of it, his fruit-trees, hedge-\\nrows, and pleasant-dwellings, blown away with gunpowder; and the\\nkind seedfield lies a desolate, hideous Place of Sculls. Nevertheless,\\nNature is at work; neither shall these Powder-Devilkins with their\\nutmost devilry gainsay her but all that gore and carnage will be shroud-\\ned in, absorbed into manure and next year the Marchfeld will be green,\\nnay greener. Thrifty unwearied Nature, ever out of green waste educ-\\ning some little profit of thy own, how dost thou, fro^n the very carcass\\nof the Killer, bring Life for the Living\\nWhat, speaking in quite unofticial language, is tl e net purport and", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nupshot of war 1 To my own knowledge, for example, there dwell and\\ntoil in the British village of Dumdrudge, usually some five hundred\\nsouls. From these, by certain Natural Enemies of the French, there\\nare successively selected, during the French war, say thirty able-bodied\\nmen Dumdrudge, at her own expense, has suckled and nursed them\\nshe has, not without difficulty and sorrow, fed them up to manhood, and\\neven trained them to crafts, so that one can weave, another build, another\\nhammer, and the weakest can stand under thirty stone avoirdupois. Ne-\\nvertheless, amid much weeping and swearing, they are selected; all\\ndressed m red and shipped away, at the public charges, some two\\nthousand miles, or say only to the south of Spain and fed there till\\nwanted. And now to that same spot in the south of Spain, are thirty\\nsimilar French artisans, from a French Dumdrudge, in like manner\\nwending till at length, after infinite efitbrt, the two parties come into\\nactual juxta-position; and Thirty stands fronting Thirty, each with a\\ngun in his hand. Straightway the word Fire! is given; and they\\nblow the souls out of one another and in place of sixty brisk useful\\ncraftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses which it must bury, and\\nanew shed tears for. Had these men any quarrel 1 Busy as the Devil\\nis, not the smallest They lived far enough apart were the entirest\\nstrangers naj in so wide a. Universe, there was even, unconsciously,\\nby Commerce, some mutual helpfulness between them. How then\\nSimpleton their Governors had fallen out and, instead of shooting one\\nanother, had the cunning to make these poor blockheads shoot. Alas, so\\nis it in Deutschland, and hitherto in all other lands still, as of old,\\nwhat devilry soever Kings do, the Greeks must pay the piper In that\\nfiction of the English Smollett, it is true, the final Cessation of War is\\nperhaps prophetically shadowed forth where the two Natural Enemies,\\nin person, take each a Tobacco-pipe, filled with Brimstone light the\\nsame, and smoke in one another s faces, till the weaker gives in but\\nfrom such predicted Peace-Era, what blood-filled trenches, and conten-\\ntious centuries, may still divide us\\nThus can the Professor, at least in lucid intervals, look away from his\\nown sorrows, over the many-colored world, and pertinently enough note\\nwhat is passing there. We may remark, indeed, that for the matter of\\nspiritual culture, if for nothing else, perhaps few periods of his life were\\nricher than this. Internally, there is the most momentous instructive\\nCourse of Practical Philosophy, with Experiments, going on towards\\nthe right comprehension of which his Peripatetic habits, favorable to\\nMeditation, might help him rather than hinder. Externally, again, as\\nhe wanders to and fro, there are, if for the longing heart little substance,\\nyet for the seeing eye sights enough in these so boundless Travels of\\nhis, granting that the Satanic School was even partially kept down,\\nwhat an incredible Knowledge of our Planet, and its Inhabitants and\\ntheir Works, that is to say, of all knowable things, might not Teufels-\\ndrockh acquire\\nI have read in most Public Libraries, says he, including those of\\nConstantinople and Samarcand in most Colleges, except the Chinese\\nMandaria ones, I have studied, or seen that there was no studying. Un-\\nknown Languages have I oftenest gathered from their natural repertory,\\nthe Air, by my organ of Hearing Statistics, Geographies, Topogra-\\nphies came, through the Eye, almost of their own accord. The ways\\nof Man, how he seeks food, and warmth, and protection for himself, in\\nmost regions, are ocularly known to me. Like the great Hadrian, I\\nmeted out much of the terraqueous Globe with a pair of Compasses that\\nbelonged to myself only.\\nOf great Scenes, why speak 1 Three summer days, I lingered re-\\njecting, and even composing ^dicMete), by the Pine- chasms of Vau-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE. 79\\ncluse; and in that clear Lakelet moistened my bread. I have sat under\\nthe palm-trees of Tadmor smoked a pipe among the ruins of Babylon.\\nThe great Wall of China I have seen; and can testify that it is of grey\\nbrick, coped and covered with granite, and shows only second-rate ma-\\nsonry. Great Events, also, have I not witnessed 1 Kings sweated down\\n{ausgemergelt) into Berlin-and-Milan Customhouse-officers the World\\nwell w^on, and the World well lost oftener than once a hundred thou-\\nsand individuals shot (by each other) in one day. All kindreds and\\npeoples and nations dashed together, and shifted and shovelled into\\nheaps, that they might ferment there, and in time unite. The birth-\\npangs of Democracy, wherewith convulsed Europe was groaning in cries\\nthat reached Heaven, could not escape me.\\nFor great Men I have ever had the warmest predilection and can\\nperhaps boast that few such in this era have wholly escaped me. Great\\nMen are the inspired (speaking and acting) Texts of that divine Book\\nOF Revelations, whereof a Chapter is completed from epoch to epoch,\\nand by some named History to which inspired Texts your numerous\\ntalented men, and your innumerable untalented men, are the beiter or\\nworse exegetic Commentaries, and waggon-load of too-stupid, heretical\\nor orthodox, weekly Sermons. For my study, the inspired Texts them-\\nselves Thus did^ I not, in very early days, having disguised me as\\ntavern-waiter, stand behind the field-chairs, under that shady Tree at\\nTreisnitz by the Jena Highway waiting upon the great Schiller and\\ngreater Goethe and hearing what I have not forgotten. For\\nBut at this point the Editor recalls his principle of caution, some\\ntime ago laid down, and must suppress much. Let not the sacredness\\nof Laurelled, still more, of Crowned Heads, be tampered with. Should\\nwe, at a future day, find circumstances altered, and the time come for\\nPublication, then may these glimpses into the privacy of the Blustrious\\nbe conceded which for the present were little better than treacherous,\\nperhaps traitorous Eavesdroppings. Of Lord Byron, therefore, of Pope\\nPius, Emperor Tarakwang, and the White Water-roses (Chinese\\nCarbonari) with their mysteries, no notice here Of Napoleon himself\\nwe shall only, glancing from afar, remark that Teufelsdrockh s relation\\nto him seems to have been of a very varied character. At first we find\\nour poor Professor on the point of being shot as a spy then taken into\\nprivate conversation, even pinched on the ear, yet presented with no\\nmoney at last indignantly dismissed, almost thrown out of doors, as an\\nIdeologist. He himself, says the Professor, was among the com-\\npletest Ideologists, at least Ideopraxists in the Idea {in der Idee) he liv-\\ned, moved, and fought. The man was a Divine Missionary, though\\nunconscious of it; and preached, through the cannon s throat, that great\\ndoctrine. La carrUre ouverte aux talens (The Tools to him that can han-\\ndle them), which is our ultimate Political Evangel, wherein alone can\\nLiberty lie. Madly enough he preached, it is true, as Enthusiasts and\\nfirst Missionaries are wont, with imperfect utterance, amid much frothy\\nrant yet as articulately perhaps as the case admitted. Or call him, if\\nyou will, an American Backwoods-man, who had to fell unpenetrated\\nforests, and battle with innumerable wolves, and did not entirely forbear\\nstrong liquor, rioting, and even theft whom, notwithstanding, the\\npeaceful Sower will follow, and, as he cuts the boundless harvest, bless.\\nMore legitimate and decisively authentic is Teufelsdrockh s appear-\\nance and emergence (we know not well whence) in the solitude of the\\nNorth Cape, on that June Midnight. He has a light-blue Spanish\\ncloak hanging round him, as his most commodious, principal, indeed\\nsole upper-garment and stands there, on the World-promontory, look-\\ning over the infinite Brine, like a little blue Belfry (as Ave figure), now\\nmotionless indeed, yet ready, if stirred, to ring quaintest changes.", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nSilence as of Death, writes he; for Midnight, even in the Arctic\\nlatitudes, has its character nothing but the granite cliffs ruddy-tinged,\\nthe peaceable gurgle of that slow-heaving Polar Ocean, over which in\\nthe utmost North the great Sun hangs low and lazy, as if he too were\\nslumbering. Yet is his cloud-couch wrought of crimson and cloth of\\ngold yet does his light stream over the mirror of waters, like a tremu-\\nlous fire-pillar, shooting downwards to the abyss, and hide itself under\\nmy feet. In such moments, Solitude also is invaluable for who would\\nspeak, or be looked on, when behind him lies all Europe and Africa,\\nfast asleep, except the watchmen and before him the silent Immensity,\\nand Palace of the Eternal, whereof our Sun is but a porch-lamp.\\nNevertheless, in this solemn moment, comes a man, or monster,\\nscrambling from among the rock-hollows and, shaggy, huge as the Hy-\\nperborean Bear, hails me in Russian speech most probably, therefore, a\\nRussian Smuggler, With courteous Brevity, I signify my indifference\\nto contraband trade, my humane intentions, yet strong wish to be pri-\\nvate. In vain the monster, counting doubtless on his superior stature,\\nand minded to make sport for himself, or perhaps profit, were it with\\nmurder, continues to advance ever assailing me with his importunate\\ntrain-oil breath and now has advanced, till we stand both on the verge\\nof the rock, the deep sea rippling greedily down below. What argu-\\nment will avail On the thick Hyperborean, cherubic reasoning, sera-\\nphic eloquence were lost. Prepared for such extremity, I, deftly enough,\\nwhisk aside one step draw out, from my interior reservoirs, a sufficient\\nBirmingham Horse-pistol, and say Be so obliging as retire, Friend {Er\\nziehe sich zuruck, F reund), and with promptitude This logic even the\\nHyperborean understands-, fast enough, with apologetic, petitionary\\ngrowl, he sidles off; and, except for suicidal as well as homicidal pur-\\nposes, need not return.\\nSuch I hold to be the genuine use of Gunpowder that it makes all\\nmen alike tall. Nay, if thou be cooler, cleverer than I, if thou have\\nmore Mind, though all but no Body whatever, then canst thou kill me\\nfirst, and art the taller. Hereby, at last, is the Goliath po\\\\verless, and\\nthe David resistless savage Animalism is nothing, inventive Spiritual-\\nism is all.\\nWith respect to Duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things, in\\nthis so surprising world, strike me with more surprise. Two little\\nvisual Spectra of men, hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the\\nmidst of the Unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very\\nsoon, make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder; whirl\\nround and, simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism, explode one\\nanother into Dissolution; and off-hand become Air, and Non-extant!\\nDeuce on it (verdammt), the little spitfires Nay, I think with old Hugo\\nvon Trimberg: God must needs laugh outright, could such a thing be,\\nto see his wondrous Mannikins here below.\\nBut amid these specialities, let us not forget the great generality,\\nwhich is our chief quest here How prospered the inner man of Teu-\\nfelsdrockh under so much outward shifting 1 Does Legion still lurk in\\nhim, though repressed or has he exorcised that Devil s Brood 1 We\\ncan answer that the symptoms continue promising. Experience is the\\ngrand spiritual Doctor and with him Teufelsdrockh has now been long\\na patient, swallowing many a bitter bolus. Unless our poor Friend be-\\nlong to the numerous class of Incurables, which seems not likely, some\\ncure will doubtless be effected. We should rather say that Legion, or\\nthe Satanic School, was now pretty well extirpated and cast out, but\\nnext to nothing introduced in its room whereby the heart remains, for\\nthe while, in a quiet but no comfortable state.\\nAt length, after so much roasting, thus writes our Autobiographer,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE EVERLASTINCr YEA. 81\\n1 was what you might name calcined. Pray only that it be not rather,\\nas is the more frequent issue, reduced to a capwt-mortuum! But in any\\ncase, by mere dint of practice, I had grown familiar with many things.\\nWretchedness was still wretched but I could now partly see through it,\\nand despise it. Which highest mortal, in this inane Existence, had I\\nnot found a Shadow-hunter, or Shadow-hunted and, when I looked\\nthrough his brave garnitures, miserable enough Thy wishes have all\\nbeen sniffed aside, thought I: but what, had they even been all granted\\nDid not the Boy Alexander weep because he had not two Planets to\\nconquer or a whole Solar System or after that, a whole Universe\\nAch Gott, when I gazed into these Stars, have they not looked down on\\nme as if with pity from their serene spaces like Eyes glistening with\\nheavenly tears over the little lot of man Thousands of human gene-\\nrations, all as noisy as our own, have been swallowed up of Time, and\\nthere remains no wreck of them any more and Arcturus and Orion\\nand Sirius and Pleiades are still shining in their courses, clear and\\nyoung, as when the Shepherd first noted them in the plain of Shinar.\\nPshaw what is this paltry little Dog-cage of an Earth what art thou\\nthat sittest whining there Thou art still Nothing, Nobody true but\\nwho then is Something, Somebody 1 For thee the Family of Man has.\\nno use it rejects thee thou art wholly as a dissevered limb so be it\\nperhaps it is better so\\nToo heavy-laden Teufelsdrdckh Yet surely his bands are loosen-\\ning one day he will hurl the burden far from him, and bound forth free,\\nand with a second youth,\\nThis, says our Professor, was the Centre of Indifference I had\\nnow reached through which whoso travels from the Negative Pole to\\nthe Positive must necessarily pass.\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nTHE EVERLASTING YBA.\\nTemptations in the Wilderness exclaims Teufelsdrockh Have\\nwe not all to be tried with such 1 Not so easily can the old Adam,\\nlodged in us by birth, be dispossessed. Our Life is compassed round\\nwith Necessity yet is the meaning of Life itself no other than Freedonij\\nthan Voluntary Force thus have we a warfare in the beginning, es-\\npecially, a hard-fought battle. For the God-given mandate. Work thou\\nin Welldomg, lies mysteriously written, in Promethean, Prophetic Cha-\\nracters, in our hearts and leaves us no rest, night or day, till it be de-\\nciphered and obeyed; till it burn forth, in our conduct, a visible, acted\\nGospel of Freedom. And as ihe clay-given mandate, Eat thou and be\\nfilled^ at the same time, persuasively proclaims itself through every\\nnerve, must there not be a confusion, a contest, before the better In-\\nfluence can become the upper 1\\nTo me nothing seems more natural than that the Son of Man, when\\nsuch God-given mandate first prophetically stirs within him, and the\\nClay must now be vanquished or vanquish,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 should be carried of the\\nspirit into grim Solitudes, and there fronting the Tempter do grimmest\\nbattle with him defiantly setting him at naught, till he yield and fly.\\nName it as we choose with or without visible Devil, whether in the na-\\ntural Desert of rocks and sands, or in the populous moral Desert of self-\\nishness and baseness, to such Temptation are we all called. Unhappy\\nif we are not Unhappy if we are but Half-men, in whom that divine\\nhand-writing has never blazed forth, all-subduing, in true sun-splendor;\\n:3ut quivers dubiously amid meaner lights or smoulders, in dull pain, in", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\ndarkness, under earthly vapors! Our Wilderness is the wide World in\\nan Atheistic Century our Forty Days are long years of suflfering and\\nfasting nevertheless, to these also comes an end. Yes, to me also was\\ngiven, if not Victory, yet the consciousness of Battle, and the resolve to\\npersevere therein while life or faculty is left. To me also, entangled in\\nthe enchanted forests, demon-peopled, doleful of sight and of sound, it\\nwas given, after weariest wanderings, to work out my way into the\\nhigher sunlit slopes of that Mountain which has no summit, or whose\\nsummit is in Heaven only\\nHe says elsewhere, under a less ambitious figure as figures are, once\\nfor all, natural to him: Has not thy Life been that of most sufficient\\nmen {tuchtigen Manner thou hast known in this generation An out-\\nflush of foolish young Enthusiasm, like the first fallovz-crop, wherein\\nare as many weeds as valuable herbs this all parched away, under the\\nDroughts of practical and spiritual Unbelief; as Disappointment, in\\nthought and act, often-repeated gave rise to Doubt, and Doubt gradually\\nsettled into Denial If I have had a second-crop, and now see the per-\\nennial greensward, and sit under umbrageous cedars, which defy all\\nDrought (and Doubt) herein too, be the Heavens praised, I am not with-\\nout examples, and even exemplars.\\nSo that for Teufelsdrockh also there has been a glorious revolution\\nthese mad shadow-hunting and shadow-hunted Pilgrimings of his, were\\nbut some purifying Temptation in the Wilderness, before his aposto-\\nlic work (such as it was) could begin; which Temptation is now hap-\\npily over, and the Devil once more worsted Was that high moment\\nin the Rue de VEnfer^ then, properly the turning point of the battle\\nwhen the Fiend said, Wonhi p me or he torn in shreds, and was answered\\nvaliantly with an Apage Satanas Singular Teufelsdrockh, would thou\\nkadst told thy singular story in plain words But it is fruitless to look\\nthere, in those Paper-bags, for such. Nothing but inuendoes, figurative\\ncrotchets a typical Shadow, fitfully wavering, prophetico-satiric no\\nclear logical Picture. How paint to the sensual eye, asks he once,\\nwhat passes in the Holy-of-Holies of Man s Soul in what words,\\nknown to these profane times, speak even afar off of the unspeakable\\nWe ask in turn Why perplex these times, profane as they are, with\\nneedless obscurity, by omission and by commission 1 Not mystical only\\nis our Professor, but whimsical and involves himself, now more than\\never, in eye-bewildering cJiiaroscuro. Successive glimpses, here faith-\\nfully imparted, our more gifted readers must endeavor to combine for\\ntheir own behoof\\nHe says: The hot Harmattan-wind had raged itself out; its howl\\nwent silent within me and the long-deafened soul could now hear. 1\\npaused in my wild wanderings and sat me down to wait, and consider;\\nfor it was as if the hour of change drew nigh, I seemed to surrender,\\nto renounce utterly, and say Fly, then, false shadows of Hope I will\\nchase you no more, I will believe you no more. And ye too, haggard\\nspectres of Fear, I care not for you ye too are all shadows and a lie.\\nLet me rest here for I am way-weary and life- weary I will rest here,\\nwere it but to die to die or to live is alike to me alike insignificant.\\nAnd again Here, then, as I lay in that Centre of Indifference\\ncast, doubtless, by benignant upper Influence, into a healing sleep, the\\nheavy dreams rolled gradually away, and I awoke to a new Heaven and\\na new Earth. The first preliminary moral Act, Annihilation of Self\\n(Sebst-tddtung), had been happily accomplished; and my mind s eyes\\nwere now unsealed, and its hands ungyved.\\nMight we not also conjecture that the following passage refers to his\\nLocality, during this same healing sleep; that his Pilgrim-staff lies\\ncast aside h\u00c2\u00abre, on the high table-land and indeed that the repose is", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE EVERLASTING YEA. 88\\nalready taking wholesome effect on him If it were not that the tone,\\nin some parts, has more of riancy, even of levity, than we could have\\nexpected! However, in Teiifelsdrockh, there is always the strangest\\nDualism: light dancing with guitar-music, will be going on in the fore-\\ncourt, while by iits from within comes the faint whimpering of woe and\\nwail. We transcribe the piece entire\\nBeautiful it was to sit there, as in ray skyey Tent, musing and me-\\nditating on the high table-land, in front of the Mountains over me, as\\nroof, the azure Dome, and around me, for walls, four azure flowing\\ncurtains, namely, of the Four azure Winds, on whose bottom-fringes\\nalso I have seen gilding. And then to fancy the fair Castles that\\nstood sheltered in these Mountain hollows with their green flower\\nlawns, and white dames and damosels, lovely enough or better still, the\\nstraw-roofed Cottages, wherein stood many a Mother baking bread, with\\nher children round her all hidden and protectingly folded up in the\\nvalley-folds yet there and alive, as sure as if I beheld them. Or to see,\\nas well as fancy, the nine Towns and Villages, that lay round my moun-\\ntain-seat, which, in still weather, were wont to speak to me (by their\\nsteeple-bells) with metal tongue and, in almost all weather, proclaimed\\ntheir vitality by repeated Smoke-clouds whereon, as on a culinary horo-\\nloge, I might read the hour of the day. For it was the smoke of cook-\\nery, as kind housewives, at morning, midday, eventide, were boiling\\ntheir husbands kettles and ever a blue pillar rose up into the air, suc-\\ncessively or simultaneously, from each of the nine, saying, as plainly 3.s\\nsmoke could say Such and such a meal is getting ready here. Not\\nuninteresting For you have the whole Borough, with all its love-mak-\\nings and scandal-mongeries, contentions and contentments, as in minia-\\nture, and could cover it all with your hat. If, in my wide Wayfarings,\\nI had learned to look into the business of the World in its details, here\\nperhaps was the place for combining it into general propositions, and\\ndeducing inferences therefrom.\\nOften also could I see the black Tempest marching in anger through\\nthe Distance round some Schreckhorn, as yet grim-blue, would the\\neddying vapor gather, and there tumultuously eddy, and flow down like\\na mad witch s hair till, after a space, it vanished, and in the clear sun-\\nbeam, your Schreckhorn stood smiling grim-white, for the vapor had\\nheld snow. How thou fermentest and elaboratest, in thy great ferment-\\ning-vat and laboratory of an Atmosphere, of a World, O Nature Or\\nwhat is Nature 1 Ha why do I not name thee God 1 Art thou not the\\nLiving Garment of God V O Heavens, is it, in very deed. He then\\nthat ever speaks through thee; that lives and loves in thee, that liv^es\\nand loves in me 1\\nForeshadows, call them rather fore-splendors, of that Truth, and\\nBeginning of Truths, fell mysteriously over my soul. Sweeter than\\nDayspring to the Shipwrecked in Nova Zembla ah like the mother s\\nvoice to her little child that strays bewildered, weeping, in unknown\\ntumults; like soft streamings of celestial music to my too exasperated\\nheart, came that Evangel. The Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a\\ncharnel-house with spectres but godlike, and my Father s\\nWith other eyes too could I now look upon my fellow man with an\\ninfinite Love, an infinite Pity. Poor, wandering, wayward man Art\\nthou not tried, and beaten with stripes, even as I am 7 Ever, whether\\nthou bear the Royal mantle or the Beggar s gabardine, art thou not so\\nweary, so heavy-laden; and thy Bed of Rest is but a Grave. O, my\\nBrother ,^my Brother why cannot I shelter thee in my bosom, and wipe\\naway all tears from, thy eyes. Truly, the din of many-voiced Life,\\nwhich, in this solitude, with the mind s organ, I could hear, was no\\nlonger a maddening discord, but a melting one like inarticulate cries,", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nand sobbings of a dumb creature, which in the ear of Heaven are\\nprayers. The poor Earth, with her poor joys, was now my needy Mo-\\nther, not my cruel Stepdame Man, with his so mad Wants and so\\nmean Endeavors, had become the dearer to me and even for his suffer-\\nings and his sins, I now first named him Brother. Thus was I standing\\nin the porch of that Sanctuary of Sorrow by strange, steep ways, had\\nI too been guided thither and ere long its sacred gates would open, and\\nthe Divine Depth of Sorrow^ lie disclosed to me.\\nThe Professor says, he here first got eye on the Knot that had been\\nstrangling him, and straightway could unfasten it, and was free. A\\nvain interminable controversy, writes he, touching what is at present\\ncalled Origin of Evil, or some such thing, arises in every soul, since the\\nbeginning of the world; and in every soul, that would pass from idle\\nSufiering into actual Endeavoring, must first be put an end to. The\\nmost, in our time, have to go content with a simple, incomplete enough\\nSuppression of this controversy; to a few some Solution of it is indis-\\npensable. In every new era, too, such Solution comes out in different\\nterms and ever the Solution of the last era has become obsolete, and is\\nfound unserviceable. For it is man s nature to change his Dialect from\\ncentury to century he cannot help it though he would. The authentic\\nChurch- Catechism of our present century has not yet fallen into my hands\\nmeanwhile, for my own private behoof, I attempt to elucidate the matter\\nso. Man s Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness it is\\nbecause there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he can-\\nnot quite bury under the Finite. Will the whole Finance Ministers and\\nUpholsterers and Confectioners of modern Europe undertake, in joint-\\nstock company, to make one Shoeblack happy They cannot accom-\\nplish it, above an hour or two for the Shoeblack also has a Soul quite\\nOther than his Stomach and Avould require, if you consider it, for his\\npermanent satisfaction and saturation, simply this allotment, no more,\\nand no less God s infinite Universe altogether to himself^ therein to en-\\njoy infinitely, and fill every wish as fast as it rose. Oceans of Hoch-\\nheimer, a Throat like that of Ophiuchus speak not of them to the\\ninfinite Shoeblack they are as nothing. No sooner is your ocean filled,\\nthan he grumbles that it might have been of better vintage. Try him\\nwith half of a Universe, of an Omnipotence, he sets to quarrelling with\\nthe proprietor of the other half, and declares himself the most maltreated\\nof men. Always there is a black spot in our sunshine it is even, as I\\nsaid, the Shadow of Ourselves.\\nBut the whim we have of Happiness is somewhat thus. By certain\\nvaluations, and averages, of our own striking, we come upon some sort\\nof average terrestrial lot this we fancy belongs to us by nature, and of\\nindefeasible right. It is simple payment of our wages, of our deserts\\nrequires neither thanks nor complaint only such overplus SiS there may\\nbe do we account Happiness any deficit again is Misery. Now con-\\nsider that we have the valuation of our own deserts ourselves, and what\\na fund of Self-conceit there is in each of us, do you wonder that tne\\nbalance should so often dip the wrong way, and many a Blockhead cry\\nSee there, what a payment was ever worthy gentleman so used I tell\\nthee. Blockhead, it all comes of thy Vanity; of what thou /\u00c2\u00ab7iae5f those\\nsame deserts of thine to be. Fancy that thou deservest to be hanged (as\\nis most likely), thou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou\\ndeservest to Idc hanged in hair-halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.\\nSo true is it, what I then said, that the Fraction of Life can he\\ntncreased in value not so much by increasing your Numerator as by less-\\nening your Denominator. Nay, unless my Algebra deceive me, Unity\\nitself divided by Zero will give Infinity. Make thy claim of wages a", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE EVEELASTirv G YEA. 85\\nzero, then; thou hast the world under thy feet. Well did the Wisest\\nof our time write It is onlj^ with Renunciation {EnLsagcn) that Life,\\njiroperly speaking, can be said to begin.\\nI asked myself: What is this that, ever since earliest years, thou hast\\nbeen fretting and fuming, and lamenting and self-tormenting, on account\\nof? Say it in a word is it not because thou art not happy Because\\nthe Thou (sweet gentleman) is not sufficiently honored, nourished, soft-\\nbedded, and lovingly cared for Foolish soul What Act of Legisla-\\nture was there that thou shouldst be Happy 1 A little while ago thou\\nhadst no right to be at all. What if thou wert born and predestined not\\nto be Happy, but to be Unhappy Art thou nothing other than a Vul-\\nture, then, that lliest through the Universe seeking after somewhat to\\neat and shrieking dolefully because carrion enough is not given thee?\\nClose thy Byron open thy Goethe^\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Es leuchiet mir cm, I see a glimpse of it cries he elsewhere there\\nis in man a Higher than Love of Happiness he can do without Hap-\\npiness, and instead thereof h.nd Blessedness Was it not to preach forth\\nthis same Higher that sages and martyrs, the Poet and the Priest, in ail\\ntimes, have spoken and suffered bearing testimony, through life and\\nthrough death, of the Godlike that is in Man, and how in the Godlike\\nonly has he Strength and Freedom 1 Which God-inspired doctrine arc\\nthou too honored to be taught O Heavens and broken with manifold\\nmerciful Afflictions, even till thou become contrite, and learn it O\\nthank thy Destiny for these thankfully bear what yet remain thou\\nhadst need of them the Self in thee needed to be annihilated. By benig-\\nnant fever-paroxysms is Life rooting out the deep-seated chronic Disease,\\nand triumphs over Death. On the roaring billows of Time, thou art\\nnot engulphed, but borne aloft in the azure of Eternity. Love not Plea-\\nsure love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradic-\\ntion is solved wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.\\nAnd again Small is it that thou canst trample the Earth with its\\ninjuries under thy feet, as old Greek Zeno trained thee thou canst love\\nthe Earth w^hile it injures thee, and even because it injures thee for\\nthis a Greater than Zeno was needed, and he too was i.ent. Knowest\\nthou that Worship of Sorrow The Temple thereof, opened some\\neighteen centuries ago, now lies in ruins, overgrown with jungle, the\\nhabitation of doleful creatures; nevertheless, venture forward; in a low-\\ncrypt, arched out of falling fragments, thou iindest the Altar still there,\\nand its sacred Lamp perennially burning.\\nWithout pretending to comment on which strange utterances, the Edi-\\ntor will only remark that there lies beside them much of a still more\\nquestionable character unsuited to the general apprehension nay,\\nwherein he himself does not see his way. Nebulous disquisitions on\\nReligion, yet not without bursts of splendor on the perennial conti-\\nnuance of Inspiration on Prophecy that there are true Priests, as\\nwell as Baal-Priests, in our own day: with more of the like sort.\\nWe select some fractions, by way of finish to this farrago.\\nCease, my much-respected Herr von Voltaire, thus apostrophises\\nthe Professor shut thy sweet voice for the task appointed thee seems\\nfinished. Sufficiently hast thou demonstrated this proposition, consider-\\nable or otherwise That the Mythus of the Christian Religion looks not\\nin the eighteenth century as it did in the eighth. Alas, were thy six-\\nand-thirty quartos, and the six-and-thirty thousand other quartos and\\nfolios, and flying sheets or reams, printed before and since on the same\\nsubject, all needed to convince us of so little But what next Wilt\\nthou help lis to embody the divine Spirit of that Religion in a new My-\\nthus, in a new vehicle and vesture, that our Souls, otherwise too like", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nperishing, may live 1 What thou hast no faculty in that kind Only\\na torch for burning, no hammer for building Take our thanks, then,\\nand thyself away.\\nMeanwhile, what are amiquated Mythuses to me 1 Or is the God\\npresent, felt in my own Heart, a thing which Herr von Voltaire will\\ndispute out of m_e or dispate into me To the Worship of Sorroio\\nascribe what origin and genesis thou pleasest, has not that worship ori-\\nginated, and been generated: is it not here? Feel it in thy heart, and\\nthen say whether it is of God This is Belief; all else is Opinion for\\nwhich latter whoso will let him worry and be worried.\\nNeither, observes he elsewhere, shall ye tear out one another s\\neyes, struggling over Plenary Inspiration, and such like: try rather to\\nget a little even Partial Inspiration, each of you for himself. One Bible\\nI know, of whose Plenary Inspiration doubt is not so much as possible\\nnay, with my own eyes I saw the God s-Hand writing it thereof\\nall other Bibles are but Leaves sa}-, in Picture- Writing to assist the\\nweaker faculty.\\nOr to give the wearied reader relief, and bring it to an end, let him\\ntake the following perhaps more intelligible passage\\nTo me, in this our Life, says the Professor, which is an interne-\\ncine warfare with the Time-spirit, other warfare seems questionable.\\nHast thou in any way a Contention with thy brother, I advise thee, think\\nwell what the meaning thereof is. If thou gauge it to the bottom it is\\nsimply this Fellow, see thou art taking more than thy share of Hap-\\npiness in the world, something from my share which, by the Heavens,\\nthou shalt not nay, I will fight thee rather. Alas and the v/hole lot\\nto be divided is such a beggarly matter, truly a feast of shells, for the\\nsubstance has been spilled out not enough to quench one Appetite; and\\nthe collective human species clutching at them! Can we not, in all such\\ncases, rather say Take it, thou too-ravenous individual; take that\\npitiful additional fraction of a share, which I reckoned mine, but which\\nthou so wantest take it Avith a blessing would to Heaven I had enough\\nfor thee If Fichte s Wissenschaftshhre be to a certain extent. Ap-\\nplied Christianity, surely to a still greater extent, so is this. We have\\nhere not a Whole Duty of Man, yet a Half Duty, namely, the Passive\\nhalf: could we but do it, as we can demonstrate it\\nBut indeed Conviction, were it never so excellent, is worthless till it\\nconvert itself into Conduct. Nay, properly, Conviction is not possible\\ntill then inasmuch as all speculation is by nature endless, formless, a\\nvortex amid vortices only, by a felt indubitable certainty of Experience,\\ndoes it find any centre to revolve round, and so fashion itself into a\\nsystem. Most true is it, as a wise man teaches us, that Doubt of any\\nsort cannot be removed except by Action. On which ground too lei\\nhim who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and piay?\\nvehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this other prcceiil\\nwell to heart, which to me was of invaluable service: Do the Dniyi\\nI which lies nearest thee^ which thou knowest to be a Duty Thy second\\ni Duty will already have become clearer.\\nMay we not say, however, that the hour of Spiritual Enfranchisement\\nis even this When your Ideal World, wherein the whole man has been\\ndimly struggling and inexpressibly languishing to work, becomes\\nrevealed, and thrown open and you discover, with amazement enough,\\nlike the Lothario in Wilhehn Meister, that your America is here or\\nnowhere The Situation that has not its Duty, its Ideal, was never yet\\noccupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despica-\\nble Actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "PAUSE. 87\\nIdeal work it out therefrom and working, believe, live, be free.\\nFool the Ideal is in thyself, the Impediment too is in thyself: thy Con-\\ndition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of what\\nmatters whether such stufi be of this sort or of that, so the Form thou\\ngive it be heroic, be poetic O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of\\nthe Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule\\nand create, know this of a truth the thing thou seekest is already with\\nthee, here or nowhere, couldst thou only see\\nBut it is with man s Soul as it was with Nature the beginning of\\nCreation, is Light. Till the eye have vision, the whole members are\\nin bonds. Divine moment, when over the tempest-tost Soul, as once\\nover the wild-weltering Chaos, it is spoken Let there be Light Ever\\nto the greatest that has felt such moment, is it not miraculous and God-\\nannouncing even as, under simpler figures, to the simplest and least\\nThe mad primeval Discord is hushed the r-udely-jumbled conflicting\\nelements bind themselves into separate Firmaments deep silent rock-\\nfoundations are built beneath and the skyey vault with its everlasting\\nLuminaries above instead of a dark wasteful Chaos, we have a bloom-\\ning, fertile, Heaven-encompassed World.\\nI too could now say to myself Be no longer a Chaos, but a World,\\nor even Worldkin. Produce Produce Were it but the pitifullest\\ninfinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it in God s name Tis the\\nutmost thou hast in thee out with it then. Up, up Whatsoever thy\\nhand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called\\nTo-day, for the Night cometii wherein no man can work.\\nCHAPTER X.\\nPAUSE.\\nThus have we, as closely and perhaps satisfactorily as, in such cir-\\ncumstances, might be, followed Teufelsdrockh through the various\\nsuccessive states and stages of Growth, Entanglement, Unbelief, and\\nalmost Reprobation, into a certain clearer state of what he himself seems\\nto consider as Conversion. Blame not the word, says He rejoice\\nrather that such a word, signifying such a thing, has come to light in our\\nModern Era, though hidden from the wisest Ancients. The Old World\\nknew nothing of Conversion instead of an Ecce Homo, they had only\\nsome Choice of Hercules. It was a new-attained progress in the Moral\\nDevelopment of man hereby has the Highest come home to the bo-\\nsoms of the most Limited what to Plato was but a hallucination, and\\nto Socrates a chimera, is now clear and certain to your Zinzendorfs, your\\nWesleys, and the poorest of the Pietists and Methodists.\\nIt is here then that the spiritual majority of Teufelsdrockh commences\\nwe are henceforth to see him Work in Well-doing, with the spirit and\\nclear aims of a Man. He has discovered that the Ideal Workshop he so\\npanted for, is even this same Actual ill-furnished Workshop he has so\\nlong been stumbling in. He can say to himself Tools? Thou hast\\nno Tools Why, there is not a Man, or a Thing, now alive but has", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nTools. The basest of created animalcules, the Spider itself, has a spin-\\nning-jenny, and warping-mill, and power-loom, within its liead; the\\nstupidest of Oj Sters has a Papin s-Digester, with stone-and-lime house to\\nhold it in ij^every being that can live can do something; this let liim\\ndo.^-Tools? Hast thou not a Brain, furnished, furnishable with some\\ngJimmerings of Light and three fingers to hold a Pen witlial Tv evcr\\nsince Aaron s Rod went oat of practice, or even before it, was there such\\na wonder-working Tool greater than all recorded miracles have been\\nperformed by Pens. For strangely in this so solid-seeming World, which\\nnevertheless is in continual restless flux, it is appointed that Sound, to\\nappearance the most fleeting, should be the most continuing of all things.\\nThe Word is well said to be omnipotent in this world; man, thereby\\ndivine, can create as by a Fiat. Awake, arise Speak forth what is in\\nthee what God has given thee, what the Devil shall not take away.\\nHigher task than that of Priesthood was allotted to no man wert thou\\nbut the meanest in that sacred Hierarchy, is it not honor enough therein\\nto spend and be spent\\nBy this Art, which whoso will may sacrilegiously degrade into a handi-\\ncraft,^ adds Teufelsdrockh, have I thenceforth abidden. Writings of\\nmine, not indeed known as mine (for what am I have fallen, perhaps\\nnot altogether void, into the mighty seedfield of Opinion fruits of my\\nunseen sowing gratifyingly meet me here and there. I thank the Heavens\\nthat I have now found my Calling wherein, with or without perceptible\\nresult, I am minded diligently to persevere.\\nNay, how knowest thou, cries he, but this and the other pregnant\\nDevice, now grown to be a world-renowned far- working Institution like\\na grain of right mustard-seed once cast into the right soil, and now\\nstretching out strong boughs to the four winds, for the birds of the air to\\nlodge in, may have been properly my doing Some one s doing it with-\\nout doubt was from some Idea, in some single Head, it did first of all\\ntake beginning why not from some Idea in mine Does Teufels-\\ndrockh here glance at that Society for the Conservation of Pro\\nPERTY (Eigenthums-conservireoide Gesdlschaft) of which so many am-\\nbiguous notices glide spectre-like through these inexpressible Paperbags\\nAn Institution, hints he, not unsuitable to the wants of the time as\\nindeed such sudden extension proves for already can the Society num-\\nber, among its office-bearers or corresponding members, the highest\\nNames, if not the highest Persons, in Germany, England, France and\\ncontributions, both of money and of meditation, pour in from all quarters\\nto, if possible, enlist the remaining Integrity of the world, and, defen-\\nsively and with forethought, marshal it round this Palladium. Does\\nTeufelsdrockh mean, then, to give himself out as the originator of that\\nso notable Eigenthums-conservirende Ow-ndom conserving (re\u00c2\u00abe//-\\nschaft and if so, what in the Devil s name is it He again hints At\\na time when the divine Commandment, Thou shalt not steal, wherein\\ntruly, if well understood, is comprised the whole Hebrew Decalogue,\\nwith Solon s and Lycurgus s Constitutions, Justinian s Pandects, the\\nCode Napoleon, and all Codes, Catechisms, Divinities, Moralities what-\\nsoever, that man has hitherto devised (and enforced with Altar-fire and\\nGallows-ropes) for his social guidance at a time, I say, when this divine\\nCommandment has all but faded away from the general remembrance;\\nand, with little disguise, a new opposite Commandment, Thou shalt steal,\\nis everywhere promulgated, it perhaps behoved, in this universal dotage\\nand derilation, the sound portion of mankind to bestir themselves and\\nrally. When the widest and wildest violations of that divine right of", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "PAUSE. 89\\nProperty, the only divine right now extant or conceivable, are sanctioned\\nand recommended by a vicious Press, and the world has lived to hear it\\nasserted that ive have no Property in our very Bodies, but only an acci-\\ndental Possession and Liferent, what is the issue to be looked for Hang-\\nmen and Catchpoles may, by their noose-gins and baited fall-traps, keep\\ndown the smaller sort of vermin but what, except perhaps some such\\nUniversal Association, can protect us against whole meat-devouring and\\nman-devouring hosts of Boa Constrictors If, therefore, the more seques-\\ntered Thinker liave wondered in his privacy, from what hand that per-\\nhaps not ill-written Program in the Public Journals, with its high Prize-\\nQuestions and so liberal Prizes, could have proceeded, let him now\\ncease such wonder and, with undivided faculty, betake himself to the\\nConcurrenz (Competition).\\nWe ask Has this same perhaps not ill- written Program, or any\\nother authentic Transaction of that Property-conserving Society, fallen\\nunder the eye of the British Reader, in any Journal, foreign or domestic\\nIf so, what are those Prize-Questions what are the terms of Competi\\ntion, and when and where No printed Newspaper leaf, no farther\\nlight of any sort, to be met with in these Paperbags Or is the whole\\nbusiness one other of those whimsicalities, and perverse inexplicabilities,\\nwhereby Herr Teufelsdrockh, meaning much or nothing, is pleased so\\noften to play fast and loose with us\\nHere, indeed, at length, must the Editor give utterance to a painful\\nsuspicion, which, through late Chapters, has begun to haunt him paralys-\\ning any little enthusiasm, that might still have rendered his thorny Bio-\\ngraphical task a labor of love. It is a suspicion grounded perhaps on\\ntrifles, yet confirmed almost into certainty by the more and more discern-\\nable humoristico-satirical tendency of Teufelsdrockh, in whom under-\\nground humors, and intricate sardonic rogueries, wheel within wheel,\\ndefy all reckoning a suspicion, in one word, that these Auto-biographical\\nDocuments are partly a Mystification What if many a so-called Fact\\nwere little better than a Fiction if here we had no direct Camera-\\nobscura Picture of the Professor s History but only some more or less\\nfantastic Adumbration, symbolically, perhaps significantly enough, sha-\\ndowing forth the same Our theory begins to be that, in receiving as\\nliterally authentic what was but hieroglyphically so, Hofrath Hensch-\\nrecke, whom in that case we scruple not to name Hofrath Nose-of-Wax,\\nwas made a fool of, and set adrift to make fools of others. Could it be\\nexpected, indeed, that a man so known for impenetrable reticence as\\nTeufelsdrockh, would all at once frankly unlock his private citadel to an\\nEnglish Editor and a German Hofrath and not rather deceptively Mock\\nboth Editor and Hofrath, in the labyrinthic tortuosities and covered ways\\nof said citadel (having enticed them thither), to see, in his half-devilish\\nway, how the fools would look\\nOf one fool, however, the Herr Professor will perhaps find himself\\nshort. On a small slip, formerly thrown aside as blank, the ink being\\nall but invisible, we lately notice, and with efibrt decipher, the following\\nWhat are your historical Facts still more your biographical Wilt\\nthou know a Man, above all, a Mankind, by stringing together beadrolls\\nof what thou namest Facts The man is the spirit he worked in not\\nwhat he did, but what he became. Facts are engraved Hierograms, for\\nwhich the fewest have the key. And then how your Blockhead (Dumrn-\\nkopf) studies not their Meaning but simply whether they are well or ill\\ncut, what he calls Moral or Immoral Still worse is it with your Bungler\\n(^Pjfusch r) such I have seen reading some Rousseau, with pretences of\\n8*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\ninterpretation and mistaking the ill-cut Serpent of Eternity for a common\\npoisonous Reptile. Was the Professor apprehensive lest an Editor,\\nselected as the present boasts himself, might mistake the Teufelsdrockh\\nSerpent-of-Eternity in like manner For which reason it was to be alter-\\ned, not without underhand satire, into a plainer Symbol Or is this\\nmerely one of his half-sophisms, half-truisms, which if he can but set on\\nthe back of a Figure, he cares not whither it gallop We say not with\\ncertainty and indeed, so strange is the Professor, can never say. If\\nour Suspicion be wholly unfounded, let his own questionable ways, not\\nour necessary circumspectness, bear the blame.\\nBut be this as it will, the somewhat exasperated and indeed exhausted\\nEditor determines here to shut these Paperbags for the present. Let it\\nsuffice that we know of Teufelsdrockh, so far, if, not what he did, yet\\nwhat he became the rather, as his character has now taken its ulti-\\nmate bent, and no new revolution, of importance, is to be looked for.\\nThe imprisoned Chrysalis is now a winged Psyche and such, where-\\nsoever be its flight, it will continue. To trace by what complex gyra-\\ntions (flights or involuntary waftings) through the mere external Life-\\nelement, Teufelsdrockh reaches his University Professorship, and the\\nPsyche clothes herself in civic Titles, without altering her now fixed\\nnature, would be comparatively an unproductive task were we even\\nunsuspicious of its being, for us at least, a false and impossible one. His\\noutward Biography, therefore, which, at the Blumine Lover s Leap, we\\nsaw churned into spray-vapor, may hover in that condition, for aught\\nthat concerns us here. Enough that by survey of certain pools and\\nplashes, we have ascertained its general direction do we not already\\nknow that, by one way and other, it has long since rained down again\\ninto a stream and even now, at Weissnichtwo, flows deep and still,\\nfraught with the Philosophy of Clothes, and visible to whoso will cast\\neye thereon Over much invaluable matter that lies scattered, like\\nj ^wels among quarry-rubbish, in those Paper-catacombs, we may have\\noccasion to glance back, and somewhat will demand insertion at the\\nright place meanwhile be our toilsome diggings therein suspended.\\nIf now, before re-opening the great CZo^Aes-Fb/wTne, we ask what our\\ndegree of progress, during these Ten Chapters, has been, towards right\\nunderstanding of the Clothes -Philosophy, let not our discouragement\\nbecome total. To speak in that old figure of the Hell-gate Bridge over\\nChaos, a few flying pontoons have perhaps been added, though as yet\\nthey drift straggling on the Flood how far they will reach, when once\\nthe chains are straightened and fastened, can, at present, only be matter\\nof conjecture.\\nSo much we already calculate. Through many a little loophole, we\\nhave had glimpses into the internal world of Teufelsdrockh his strange\\nmystic, almost magic Diagram of the Universe, and how it was gradually\\ndrawn, is not henceforth altogether dark to us. Those mysterious ideas\\non Time, which merit consideration, and are not wholly unintelligible\\nwith such, may by and by prove significant. Still more may his some-\\nwhat peculiar view of Nature the decisive Oneness he ascribes to\\nNature. How all Nature and Life are but one Garment, a Living\\nGarment, woven and ever a-weaving in the Loom of Time is not\\nliere, indeed, the outline of a whole Clothes Philosophy at least the\\narena it is to work in Remark too that the Character of the man,\\nnowise without meaning in such a matter, becomes less enigmatic amid\\nso much tumultuous obscurity, almost like diluted madness, do not a\\ncertain indomitable Defiance and yet a boundless Reverence seem to", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "PAUSE. 91\\nloom forth as the two moimtain summits, on whose rock-strata all the\\nrest were based and built\\nNay, further, may we not say that Teufelsdrockh s Biography, allowing\\nit even, as suspected, only a hieroglyphical truth, exhibits a man, as i^t\\nwere preappointed for Clothes-Philosophy To look through the Shows\\nof things into Things themselves he is led and compelled. The Pas-\\nsivity given him by birth is fostered by all turns of his fortune. Every-\\nwhere cast out, like oil out of water, from mingling in any Employment,\\nin any public Communion, he has no portion but Solitude, and a life of\\nMeditation. The whole energy of his existence is directed, through lon^-\\nyears, on one task that of enduring pain, if he cannot cure it. Thus\\neverywhere do the Shows of things oppress him, withstand him, threaten\\nhim with fearfullest destruction only by victoriously penetrating into\\nThings themselves can he find peace and a stronghold. But is not this\\nsame looking through the Shows or Vestures into the Things even the\\nfirst preliminary to a Philosophy of Clothes Do we not, in all this, dis-\\ncern some beckonings towards the true higher purport of such a Philoso-\\nphy and what shape it must assume with such a man, in such an era\\nPerhaps in entering on Book Third, the courteous Reader is not utterly\\nwithout guess whither he is bound nor, let us hope, for all the fantastic\\nDream-Grottoes through which, as is our lot with Teufelsdrdckh, he\\nmust wander, will there be wanting between whiles some twinkling of a\\nsteady Polar Star.", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nBOOK III.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nINCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY.\\nAs a wonder-loving and wonder-seeking man, Teufelsdrockh, from an\\nearly part of this Clothes- Volume, has more and more exhibited himself.\\nStriking it was, amid all his perverse cloudiness, with what force\\nof vision and of heart he pierced into the mystery of the World recogniz-\\ning in the highest sensible phenomena, so far as Sense went, only fresh\\nor faded Raiment yet ever, under this, a celestial Essence thereby ren-\\ndered visible and while, on the one hand, he trod the old rags of Mat-\\nter, with their tinsels, into the mire, he on the other everywhere exalted\\nSpirit above all earthly principalities and powers, and worshipped it,\\nthough under the meanest shapes, with a true Platonic Mysticism.\\nWhat the man ultimately purposed by thus casting his Greek-fire into\\nthe general Wardrobe of the Universe what such, more or less complete,\\nrending and burning of Garments throughout the whole compass of Civil-\\nized Life and Speculation, should lead to the rather as he was no Ada-\\nmite, in any sense, and could not, like Rousseau, recommend either\\nbodily or intellectual Nudity, and a return to the savage state all this our\\nreaders are now bent to discover this is, in fact, properly the gist and\\npurport of Professor Teufelsdrockh s Philosophy of Clothes.\\nBe it remembered, however, that such purport is here not so much\\nevolved as detected to lie ready for evolving. We are to guide our\\nBritish Friends into the new Gold-country, and show them the mines\\nnowise to dig out and exhaust its wealth, which indeed remains for all\\ntime inexhaustible. Once there, let each dig for his own behoof, and\\nenrich himself.\\nNeither, in so capricious inexpressible a Work as this of the Profes-\\nsor s, can our course now more than formerly be straightforward, step by\\nstep, but at best leap by leap. Significant Indications stand out here and\\nthere which for the critical eye, that looks both widely and narrowly,\\nshape themselves into some ground-scheme of a Whole to select these\\nwith judgment, so that a leap from one to the other be possible, and (in\\nour old figure) by chaining them together, a passable Bridge be eflected\\nthis as heretofore continues our only method. Among such light-spots,\\nthe following, floating in much wild matter about Perfectibility, has\\nseemed worth clutching at\\nPerhaps the most remarkable incident in Modern History, says\\nTeufelsdrockh, is not the Diet of Worms, still less the Battle of Auster-\\nlitz, Waterloo, Peterloo, or any other Battle; but an incident passed\\ncarelessly over by most Historians, and treated with some degree of ridi-\\ncule by others namely, George Fox s making to himself a Suit of Lea-\\nther. This man, the first of the Quakers, and by trade a Shoemaker, was\\none of those, to whom, under ruder or purer form, the Divine Idea of the\\nUniverse is pleased to manifest itself; and, across all the hulls of Igno-\\nrance and earthly Degradation, shine through, in unspeakable Awfulness,\\nunspeakable Beauty, on their souls who therefore are rightly accounted\\nProphets, God-possessed or even Gods, as in some periods it has chanc-\\ned. Sitting in his stall working on tanned hides, amid pincers, paste-\\nhorns, rosin, swine-bristles, and a nameless flood of rubbish, this youth\\nhad nevertheless a Living Spirit belonging to him; also an antique", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY 93\\nInspired Volume, through which, as through a window, it could look up-\\nwards, and discern its celestial Home. The task of a daily pair of shoes,\\ncoupled even with some prospect of victuals, and an honorable Master-\\nship in Cordwainery, and perhaps the post of Thirdborough in his Hun-\\ndred, as the crown of long faithful sewing, was nowise satisfaction\\nenough to such a mind but ever amid the boring and hammering came\\ntones from that far country, came Splendors and Terrors for this poor\\nCordwainer, as we said, was a Man and the Temple of Immensity, where-\\nin as Man he had been sent to minister, was full of holy mystery to him.\\nThe Clergy of the neighborhood, the ordained Watchers and Inter-\\npreters of that same holy mystery, listened with unaffected tedium to his\\nconsultations, and advised him, as the solution of such doubts, to drink\\nbeer, and dance with the girls. Blind leaders of the blind For what\\nend were their tithes levied and eaten for what were their shovel-hats\\nscooped out, and their surplices and cassock-aprons girt on and such a\\nchurch-repairing, and chaffering, and organing, and other racketting,\\nheld over that spot of God s Earth, if Man were but a Patent Digester,\\nand the Belly with its adjuncts the grand Reality Fox turned from\\nthem, with tears and a sacred scorn, back to his Leather-parings and his\\nBible. Mountains of encumbrance, higher than ^Etna, had been heaped\\nover that Spirit but it was a Spirit, and would not lie buried there.\\nThrough long days and nights of silent agony, it struggled and wrestled,\\nwith a man s force, to be free how its prison-mountains heaved and\\nswayed tumultuously, as the giant spirit shook them to this hand and that,\\nand emerged into the light of Heaven That Leicester shoe-shop, had\\nmen known it, was a holier place than any Vatican or Loretto-shrine.\\nSo bandaged, and hampered, and hemmed in, groaned he, with thou-\\nsand requisitions, obligations, straps, tatters, and tagrags, I can neither\\nsee nor move not my own am I, but the World s and Time flies fast,\\nand Heaven is high, and Hell is deep Man bethink thee, if though hast\\npower of thought Why not what binds me here Want Want\\nHa, of what Will all the shoe-wages under the Moon ferry me across\\ninto that far Land of Light Only Meditation can, and devout Prayer\\nto God. I will to the woods the hollow of a tree will lodge me, wild\\nberries feed me and for Clothes, cannot I stitch myself one perennial Suit\\nof Leather\\nHistorical Oil-painting, continues Teufelsdrockh, is one of the Arts\\nI never practised therefore shall I not decide whether this subject were\\neasy of execution on the canvass. Yet often has it seemed to me as if\\nsuch first outflashing of man s Freewill, to lighten, more and more into\\nDay, the Chaotic Night that threatened to engulf him in its hindrances\\nand its horrors, were properly the only grandeur there is in History.\\nLet some living Angelo or Rosa, with seeing eye and understanding\\nheart, picture George Fox on that morning, when he spreads out his cut-\\nting-board for the last time, and cuts cow-hides by unwonted patterns,\\nand stitches them together into one continuous all-including Case, the\\nfarewell service of his awl Stitch away, thou noble Fox every prick\\nof that little instrument is pricking into the heart of Slavery, and World-\\nworship, and the Mammon-god. Thy elbows jerk, as in strong swimmer-\\nstrokes, and every stroke is bearing thee across the Prison-ditch, within\\nwhich Vanity holds her Work-house and Rag-fair, into lands of true\\nLiberty were the work done, there is in broad Europe one Free Man,\\nand thou art he\\nThus from the lowest depth there is a path to the loftiest height and\\nfor the Poor also a Gospel has been published. Surely, if, as D Alem-\\nbert asserts, my illustrious namesake, Diogenes, was the greatest man of\\nAntiquity, only that he wanted Decency, then by stronger reason iSr", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nGeorge Fox the greatest of the Moderns and greater than Diogenes\\nhimself: for he too stands on the adamantine basis of his Manhood, cast-\\ning aside all props and shoars yet not, in half-savage Pride, undervalu-\\ning the Earth valuing it rather, as a place to yield him warmth and\\nfood, he looks Heavenward from his Earth, and dwells in an element of\\nMercy and Worship, with a still Strength, such as the Cynic s Tub did\\nnowise witness. Great, truly, was that Tub a temple from which man s\\ndignity and divinity was scornfully preached abroad but greater is the\\nLeather Hull, for the same sermon was preached there, and not in Scorn\\nbut in Love.\\nGeorge Fox s perennial suit, with all that it held, has been worn\\nquite into ashes for nigh two centuries why, in a discussion on the\\nPerfectibility of Society, reproduce it now Not out of blind sectarian\\npartisanship Teufelsdrockh himsfelf is no Quaker with all his pacific\\ntendencies, did we not see him, in that scene at the North Cape, wath\\nthe Archangel Smuggler, exhibit fire-arms\\nFor us, aware of his deep Sansculottism, there is more meant in this\\npassage than meets the ear. At the same time, who can avoid smiling\\nat the earnestness and Boeotian simplicity (if indeed there be not an\\nunderhand satire in it), with which that Incident is here brought for-\\nward and, in the Professor s ambiguous way, as clearly perhaps as he\\ndurst in Weissnichtwo, recommended to imitation Does Teufelsdrockh\\nanticipate that, in this age of refinement, any considerable class of the\\ncommunity, by way of testifying against the Mammon-god, and escap-\\ning from what he calls Vanity s Workhouse and Ragfair, where\\ndoubtless some of them are toiled and whipped and hoodwinked suffi-\\nciently, will sheathe themselves in close-fitting cases of Leather The\\nidea is ridiculous in the extreme. Will Majesty lay aside its robes of\\nstate, and Beauty its frills and train-gowns, for a second skin of tanned\\nhide By which change Huddersfield and Manchester, and Coventry\\nand Paisley, and the Fancy-Bazaar, were reduced to hungry solitudes;\\nand only Day and Martin could profit. For neither would Teufels-\\ndrockh s mad daydream, here as we presume covertly intended, of level-\\nling Society (levelling it indeed with a vengeance, into one huge drowned\\nmarsh and so attaining the political effects of Nudity withovit its\\nfrigorific or other consequences, be thereby realised. Would not the\\nrich man purchase a waterproof suit of Russian Leather and the high-\\nborn Belle step forth in red or azure morocco, lined with shamoy the\\nblack cowhide being left to the Drudges and Gibeonites of the world\\nand so all the old Distinctions re-established\\nOr has the Professor his own deeper intention and laughs in his\\nsleeve at our strictures and glosses, which indeed are but a part thereof?\\nCHAPTER II.\\nCHURCH CLOTHES.\\nNot less questionable is his Chapter on Church Clothes, which has the\\nfarther distinction of being the shortest in the Volume. We here trans-\\nlate it entire\\nBy Church Clothes, it need not be premised, that I mean infinitely\\nmore than Cassocks and Surplices and do not at all mean the mere hab-\\nerdasher Sunday Clothes that men go to Church in. Far from it\\nChurch Clothes are, in our vocabulary, the Forms, the Vestures, under\\nwhich men have at various periods embodied and represented for them-\\nselves the Religious Principle that is to say, invested the Divine Idea", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "CHURCH CLOTHES. 95\\nof the World with a sensible and practically active Body, so that it might\\ndwell among them as a living and life-giving Word.\\nThese are unspeakably the most important of all the vestures and\\ngarnitures of Human Existence. They are first spun and woven, I may\\nsay, by that wonder of wonders, Society for it is still only when two\\nor three are gathered together that Religion, spiritually existent, and\\nindeed indestructible however latent, in each, first outwardly manifests\\nitself (as with cloven tongues of fire and seeks to be embodied in a\\nvisible Communion, and Church Militant. Mystical, more than magical,\\nis that Communing of Soul with Soul, both looking heavenward here\\nproperly Soul first speaks with Soul for only in looking heavenward,\\nlake it in what sense you may, not in looking earthward, does what we\\ncan call Union, mutual Love, Society, begin to be possible. How true is\\nthat of Novalis It is certain, my Belief gains quite infinitely the\\nmoment I can convince another mind thereof Gaze thou in the face\\nof thy Brother, in those eyes where plays the lambent fire of Kindness, or\\nin those where rages the lurid conflagration of Anger feel how thy own\\nso quiet Soul is straightway involuntarily kindled with the like, and ye\\nblaze and reverberate on each other, till it is all one limitless confluent\\nflame (of embracing Love, or of deadly-grappling Hate) and then say\\nwhat miraculous virtue goes out of man into man. But if so, through\\nall the thick-plied hulls of our Earthly Life how much more when it is\\nof the Divine Life we speak, and inmost Me is, as it were, brought into\\ncontact with inmost Me\\nThus was it that I said, the Church Clothes are first spun and woven\\nby Society; outward Religion originates by Society, Society becomes\\npossible by Religion. Nay, perhaps every conceivable Society, past and\\npresent, may well be figured as properly and wholly a Church, in one or\\nother of these three predicaments an audibly preaching and prophesy-\\ning Church, which is the best second, a Church that struggles to x reach\\nand prophesy, but cannot as yet, till its Pentecost come and third and\\nworst, a Church gone dumb with old age, or which only mumbles deli-\\nrium prior to dissolution. Whoso fancies that by Church is here meant\\nChapterhouses and Cathedrals, or by preaching and prophes}dng, mere\\nspeech and chanting, let him, sajs the oracular Professor, read on,\\nlight of heart (getrosten Muthes).\\nBut with regard to your Church proper, and the Church Clothes spe-\\ncially recognized as Church Clothes, I remark, fearlessly enough, that\\nwithout such Vestures and sacred Tissues Society has not existed, and\\nwill not exist. For if Government is, so to speak, the outward skin of\\nthe Body Politic, holding the whole together and protecting it and all\\nyour Craft-Guilds, and Associations for Industry, of band or of bead, are\\nthe Fleshly Clothes, the muscular and osseous Tissues (lying ander such\\nskin), whereby Society stands and works then is Religion the inmost\\nPericai dial and Nervous Tissue, which ministers Life and warm Circula-\\ntion to the whole. Without which Pericardial Tissue the Bones and\\nMuscles (of Industry) were inert, or animated only by a Galvanic vital-\\nity the SKIN would become a shrivelled pelt, or fast-rotting raw-hide\\nand Society itself a dead carcass, deserving to be buried. Men were\\nno longer Social, but Gregarious which latter state also could not con-\\ntinue, but must gradually issue in universal selfish discord, hatred, savage\\nisolation, and dispersion whereby, as we might continue to say, the\\nvery dust and dead body of Society would have evaporated and become\\nabolished. Such, and so all-important, all-sustaining, are the Church\\nClothes, to civilized or even to rational man.\\nMeanwhile, in our era of the World, those same Church Clothes have\\ngone sorrowfully out at elbows nay, far worse, many of them have\\n9", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "96\\nSARTOR EESARTUS.\\nbecome mere hollow Shapes, or Masks, under which no living Figure or\\nSpirit any longer dwells but only spiders and unclean beetles, in horrid\\naccumulation, drive their trade and the Mask still glares on you with\\nits glass-eyes, in ghastly affectation of Life some generation and half\\nafter Religion has quite withdrawn from it, and in unnoticed nooks is\\nweaving for herself new Vestures, wherewith to reappear, and bless us,\\nor our sons or grandsons. As a Priest, or Interpreter of the Holy, is the\\nnoblest and highest of all men, so is a Shampriest (Scheinpriester) the\\nfalsest and basest neither is it doubtful that his Canonicals, were they\\nPopes Tiaras, will one day be torn from him, to make bandages for the\\nwounds of mankind or even to burn into tinder, for general scientific or\\nculinary purposes.\\nAll which, as out of place here, falls to be handled in my Second Vol-\\nume, On the Palingemsia, or Neiv-birth of Society which volume, as\\ntreating practically of the Wear, Destruction, and Re-texture of Spiritual\\nTissues or Garments, forms, properly speaking, the Transcendental or\\nultimate Portion of this my Work on Clothes, and is already in a state of\\nforwardness.\\nAnd herewith, no farther exposition, note, or commentary being\\nadded, does Teufelsdrockh, and must his Editor now, terminate the sin-\\ngular Chapter on Church Clothes\\nCHAPTER III.\\nSYMBOLS.\\nProbably it will elucidate the drift of these foregoing obscure utter-\\nances, if we here insert somewhat of our Professor s speculations on\\nSymbols. To state his whole doctrine, indeed, were bej ond our com-\\npass nowhere is he more mysterious, impalpable, than in this of Fan-\\ntasy being the organ of the Godlike; and how Man thereby, though\\nbased, to all seeming, on the small Visible, does nevertheless extend\\ndown into the infinite deeps of the Invisible, of which Invisible, indeed,\\nhis Life is properly the bodying forth. Let us, omitting these hi-jh\\ntranscendental aspects of the matter, study to glean (whether from the\\nPaperbags or the Printed Volume) what little seems logical and practi-\\ncal, and cunningly arrange it into such degree of coherence as it will as-\\nsume. By way of proem, take the following not injudicious remarks\\nThe benignant efficacies of Concealment, cries our Professor, who\\nshall speak or sing Silence and Secresy Altars might still be raised\\nto them (were this an altar-building time) for universal worship.\\nSilence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together\\nthat at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the day-\\nlight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. Not William the\\nSilent only, but all the considerable men I have known, and the most un-\\ndiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to babble of what they were\\ncreating and projecting. Najr, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou\\nthyself but hold thy tongue for one day on the morrow, how much clearer\\nare thy purposes, and duties what wreck and rubbish have those mute\\nworkmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out\\nSpeech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing\\nThought but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is\\nnone to conceal. Speech too is great, but not the greatest. As the\\nSwiss Inscription says Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden (Speech\\nis silvern, Silence is golden) or as I might rather express it Speech is\\nof Time, Silence is of Eternity.", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": ".iVMBOLS. 97\\nBees will not work except in darkness Thought will not work ex\\ncept in Silence neither will Virtue work except in Secresy. Let not thy\\nright hand know what thy left hand doeth Neither shall thou prate\\neven to thy own heart of those secrets known to all. Is not Shame\\nthe soil of all Virtue, of all good manners, and good morals Like other\\nplants, Virtue will not grow unless its root be hidden, buried from the eye\\nof the sun. Let the sun shine on it, nay, do but look at it privily thy-\\nself, the root withers, and no flower will glad thee. O my Friends, when\\nwe view the fair clustering flowers that over- wreathe, for example, the\\nMarriage-bower, and encircle man s life with the fragrance and hues of\\nHeaven, what hand will not smite the foul plunderer that grubs them up\\nby the roots, and, with grinning, grunting satisfaction, shows us the dung\\nthey flourish in Men speak much of the Printing Press with its News-\\npapers du Himmel what are these to Clothes and the Tailor s Goose\\nOf kin to the so incalculable influences of Concealment, and con-\\nnected with still greater things, is the wondrous agency of Symbols. In\\na Symbol there is concealment and yet revelation here, therefore,\\nby Silence and by Speech acting together, comes a doubled significance\\nAnd if both the Speech be itself high, and the Silence fit and noble, how\\nexpressive will their union be Thus in many a painted Device, or sim- j\\npie Seal-emblem, the commonest Truth stands out to us proclaimed with\\nquite new emphasis.\\nFor it is here that Fantasy with her mystic wonder-land plays into\\nthe small prose domain of Sense, and becomes incorporated therewith.\\nIn the Symbol proper, what we can call a Symbol, there is ever, more or\\nless distinctly and directly, some embodyment and revelation of the Infi-\\nnite the Infinite is made to blend itself with the Finite, to stand visible,\\nand as it were, attainable there. By Symbols, accordingly, is man guided\\nand commanded, made happy, made wretched. He everywhere finds\\nhimself encompassed with Symbols, recognized as such or not recognized\\nthe Universe is but one vast Symbol of God nay, if thou wilt have it,\\nwhat is man himself but a Symbol of God is not all that he does symbo-\\nlical a revelation to Sense of the mystic god-given Force that is in him\\na Gospel of Freedom, which he, the Messias of Nature, preaches,\\nas he can, by act and word Not a Hut he builds but is the visible em-\\nbodyment of a Thought but bears visible record of invisible things but\\nis, in the transcendental sense, symbolical as well as real.\\nMan, says the Professor elsewhere, in quite antipodal contrast with\\nthese high-soaring delineations, which we have here cut short on the\\nverge of the inane, man is by birth somewhat of an owl. Perhaps too\\nof all the owleries that ever possessed him, the most owlish, if we consi-\\nder it, is that of your actually existing Motive-Millwrights. Fantastic\\ntricks enough has man played in his time has fancied himself to be most\\nthings, down even to an animated heap of Glass but to fancy himself a\\ndead Iron-Balance for weighing Pains and Pleasures on, was reserved for\\nthis his latter era. There stands he, his Universe one huge Manger,\\nfilled with hay and thistles to be weighed against each other; and looks\\nlong-eared enough. Alas, poor devil spectres are appointed to haunt\\nhim one age, he is hagridden, bewitched the next, priestridden, befool-\\ned in all ages, bedevilled. And now the Genius of Mechanism smothers\\nhim worse than any Nightmare did till the Soul is nigh choked out of\\nhim, and only a kind of Digestive, Mechanic life remains. In Earth and\\nin Heaven he can see nothing but Mechanism has fear for nothing else,\\nhope in nothing else the world would indeed grind him to pieces but\\ncannot he fathom the Doctrine of Motives, and cunningly compute these,\\nand mechanize them to grind the other way\\nWere he not, as has been said, purblinded by enchantment, you had\\n9", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "98 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nbut to bid him open his eyes and look. In which country, in which\\ntime, was it hitherto that man s history, or the history of any man, went\\non by calculated or calculable Motives What make ye of your\\nChristianities, and Chivalries, and Reformations, and Marseillaise Hymns,\\nand Reigns of Terror Nay, has not perhaps the Motive-grinder him-\\nself been in Love Did he never stand so much as a contested Election i\\nLeave him to Time, and the medicating virtue of Nature\\nYes, Friends, elsewhere observes the Professor, not our Logical,\\nMensurative faculty, but our Imaginative one is King over us; I might\\nsay. Priest and Prophet to lead us heavenward or Magician and Wizard\\nto lead us hellward. Nay, even for the basest Sensualist, what is Sense\\nbut the implement of Fantasy; the vessel it drinks out of? Ever in the\\ndullest existence, there is a sheen either of Inspiration or of Madness (thou\\npartly hast it in thy choice, which of the two) that gleams in from the\\ncircumambient Eternity, and colors with its own hues our little islet of\\nTime. The Understanding is indeed thy window, too clear thou canst\\nnot make it but Fantasy is thy eye, with its color-giving retina, healthy\\nor diseased. Have not I myself known five hundred living soldiers\\nsabred into crows meat, for a piece of glazed cotton, which they called\\ntheir Flag which, had you sold it in any market-cross, would not have\\nbrought above three groschen Did not the whole Hungarian Nation\\nrise, like some tumultuous moon-stirred Atlantic, when Kaiser Joseph\\npocketed their Iron Crown an implement, as was sagaciously observed,\\nin size and commercial value, little differing from a horse-shoe It is in\\nand through Symbols that man, consciously or unconsciously, lives, works,\\nand has his being those ages, moreover, are accounted the noblest\\nwhich can the best recognize symbolical worth, and prize it the highest.\\nFor is not a Symbol ever, to him who has eyes for it, some dimmer or\\nclearer revelation of the Godlike\\nOf Symbols, however, I remark farther, that they have both an ex-\\ntrinsic and intrinsic value oftenest the former \u00c2\u00aenly. What, for instance,\\nwas in that clouted Shoe, which the Peasants bore aloft with them as\\nensign in their Bauernkrieg (Peasants War) Or in the Wallet-and-\\nStaff round which the Netherland Gueux, glorying in that nickname of\\nBeggars, heroically rallied and prevailed, though against King Philip\\nhimself Intrinsic significance these had none only extrinsic as the\\naccidental Standards of multitudes more or less sacredly uniting together\\nin which union itself, as above noted, there is ever something mystical\\nand borrowing of the Godlike. Under a like category, too, stand, or\\nstood, the stupidest heraldic Coats-of-arms military Banners every-\\nwhere and generally all national or other sectarian Costumes and Cus-\\ntoms; they have no intrinsic, necessary divineness, or even worth but\\nhave acquired an extrinsic one. Nevertheless through all these there\\nglimmers something of a Divine Idea as through military Banners\\nthemselves, the Divine Idea of Duty, of heroic Daring in some instances\\nof Freedom, of Right. Nay, the highest ensign that man ever met and\\nembraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental ex-\\ntrinsic one.\\nAnother matter it is, however, when your Symbol has intrinsic mean-\\ning, and is of iiself fit that men should unite round it. Let but the God-\\nlike manifest itself to Sense let but Eternity look, more or less visibly,\\nthrough the Time-Figure (Zeitbild) Then is it fit that men unite there\\nand worship together before such Symbol and so from day to day, and\\nfrom age to age, superadd to it new divineness.\\nOf this latter sort are all true Works of Art in them (if thou know\\na Work of Art from a Daub of Artifice) wilt thou discern Eternity look-\\ning through Time the Godlike rendered visible. Here too may an ex-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "SYMBOLS. 99\\ntrinsic value gradually superadd itself: thus certain Iliads, and the like,\\nhave, in three thousand years, attained quite new significance. But\\nnobler than all in this kind are the Lives of heroic, god-inspired Men\\nfor what other Work of Art is so divine In Death too, in the Death of\\nthe Just, as the last perfection of a Work of Art, may we not discern\\nsymbolic meaning In that divinely transfigured Sleep, as of Victory,\\nresting over the beloved face which now knows thee no more, read (if\\nthou canst for tears) the confluence of Time with Eternity, and some\\ngleam of the latter peering through.\\nHighest of all Symbols are those wherein the Artist or Poet has risen\\ninto Prophet, and all men can recognize a present God, and worship the\\nsame I mean religious Symbols. Various enough have been such\\nreligious Symbols, what we call Religions as men stood in this stage of\\nculture or the other, and could worse or better body forth the Godlike\\nsome Symbols with a transient intrinsic worth many with only an ex-\\ntrinsic. If thou ask to what height man has carried it in this matter,\\nlook on our divinest Symbol on Jesus of Nazareth, and his Life, and his\\nBiography, and what followed therefrom. Higher has the human\\nThought not yet reached this is Christianity and Christendom a\\nSymbol of quite perennial, infinite character whose significance will\\never demand to be anew inquired into, and anew made manifest.\\nBut, on the whole, as Time adds much to the sacredness of Symbols,\\nso likewise in his progress he at length defaces, or even desecrates them\\nand Symbols, like all terrestrial Garments, wax old. Homer s Epos has\\nnot ceased to be true yet it is no longer our Epos, but shines in the\\ndistance, if clearer and clearer, yet also smaller and smaller, a receding\\nStar. It needs a scientific telescope, it needs to be reinterpreted and\\nartificially brought near us, before we can so much as know that it was\\na Sun. So likewise a day comes when the Runic Thor, with his Eddas,\\nmust withdraw into dimness; and many an African Mumbo-Jumbo, and\\nIndian Wau-Wau be utterly abolished. For all things, even Celestial\\nLuminaries, much more atmospheric meteors, have their rise, their\\nculmination, their decline.\\nSmall is this which thou tellest me that the Royal Sceptre is but a\\npiece of gilt-wood that the Pyx has become a most foolish box, and\\ntruly, as Ancient Pistol thought, of little price. A right Conjuror\\nmight I name thee, couldst thou conjure back into these wooden tools the\\ndivine virtue they once held.\\nOf this thing however be certain wouldst thou plant for Eternity,\\nthen plant into the deep infinite lacukies of man, his Fantasy and Heart;\\nwouldst thou plant for Year and Day, then plant into his shallow\\nsuperficial faculties, his Self-love and Arithmetical Understanding, what\\nwill grow there. A Hierarch, therefore, and Pontiff of the World will\\nwe call him, the Poet and inspired Maker who, Prometheus-like, can\\nshape new Symbols, and bring new Fire from Heaven to fix it there.\\nSuch too will not always be wanting neither perhaps now are. Mean\\nwhile, as the average of matters goes, we account him Legislator and\\nwise who can so much as tell when a Symbol has grown old, and gently\\nremove it.\\nWhen, as the last English Coronation* was preparing, concludes this\\nwonderful Professor, I read in their Newspapers that the Champion of\\nEngland, he who must ofler battle to the Universe for his new King,\\nhad brought it so far that he could now mount his horse with little\\nassistance, I said to myself: Here also we have a Symbol well nigh\\nsuperannuated. Alas, move whithersoever you may, are not the tatters\\nLofC.\\nThat of George IV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ed", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "100 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nand rags of superannuated worn-out Symbols (in this Ragfair of a World)\\ndropping off everywhere, to hoodwink, to halter, to tether you nay, if\\nyou shake them not aside, threatening to accumulate, and perhaps pro-\\nduce suffocation.\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nHELOTAGE.\\nAt this point we determine on adverting shortly, or rather reverting,\\nto a certain Tract of Hofrath Heuschrecke s, entitled Institute for the\\nRepression of Population which lies, dishonorably enough (with torn\\nleaves, and a perceptible smell of aloetic drugs), stuffed into the Bag\\nPisces, Not indeed for the sake of the Tract itself, which we admire\\nlittle but of the marginal Notes, evidently in Teufelsdrockh s hand,\\nwhich rather copiously fringe it. A few of these may be in their right\\nplace here.\\nInto the Hofrath s Institute, with its extraordinary schemes, and\\nmachinery of Corresponding Boards and the like, we shall not so much\\nas glance. Enough for us to understand that Heuschrecke is a disciple\\nof Malthus and so zealous for the doctrine, that his zeal almost literally\\neats him up. A deadly fear of Population possesses the Hofrath some-\\nthing like a fixed-idea undoubtedly akin to the more diluted forms of\\nMadness. Nowhere, in that quarter of his intellectual world, is there\\nlight; nothing but a grim shadow of Hunger; open mouths opening\\nwider and wider a world to terminate by the frightfullest consumma-\\ntion by its too dense inhabitants, famished into delirium, universally\\neating one another. To make air for himself in which strangulation,\\nchoking enough to a benevolent heart, the Hofrath founds, or proposes\\nto found, this Institute of his, as the best he can do. It is only with our\\nProfessor s comments thereon that we concern ourselves.\\nFirst, then, remark that Teufelsdrockh, as a speculative Radical, has\\nhis own notions about human dignity that the Zahdarm palaces and\\ncourtesies have not made him forgetful of the Futteral cottages. On\\nthe blank cover of Heuschrecke s Tract, we find the following indis-\\ntinctly engrossed\\nTwo men I honor, and no third. First, the toilworn Craftsman\\nthat with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and\\nmakes her man s. Venerable to me is the hard Hand crooked, coarse\\nwherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of\\nthe Sceptre of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weather-\\ntanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence for it is the face of a Man\\nliving manlike. Oh, but the more venerable for thy rudeness, and even\\nbecause we must pity as well as love thee Hardly-entreated Brother I\\nFor us was thy back so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers\\nso deformed thou wert our Conscript, on whom the lot fell, and fighting\\nour battles wert so marred. For in thee too lay a god-created Form, but\\nit was not to be unfolded; encrusted must it stand with the thick\\nadhesions and defacements of Labor and thy body like thy soul was\\nnot to know freedom. Yet toil on, toil on thou art in thy duty, be out\\nof it who may thou toilest for the altogether indispensable, for daily\\nbread.\\nA second man I honor, and still more highly Him who is seen\\ntoiling for the spiritually indispensable not daily bread, but the Bread of\\nLife. Is not he too in his duty endeavoring towards inward Harmony\\nrevealing this, by act or by word, through all his outward endeavors, be", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "HELOTAGE. 101\\nthey high or low Highest of all, when his outward and his inward\\nendeavor are one when we can name him Artist not earthly Crafts-\\nman only, but inspired Thinker, that with heaven-made Implement con-\\nquers Heaven for us If the poor and humble toil that we have Food,\\nmust not the high and glorious toil for him in return, that he have Light,\\nhave Guidance, Freedom, Immortality These two, in all their degrees,\\nI honor all else is chaff and dust, which let the wind blow whither it\\nlisteth.\\nUnspeakably touching is it, however, when I find both dignities\\nunited and he that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man s wants, is\\nalso toiling inwardly for the highest. Sublimer in this world know I no-\\nthing than a Peasant Saint, could such now anywhere be met with.\\nSuch a one will take thee back to Nazareth itself; thou wilt see the\\nsplendor of Heaven spring forth from the humblest depths of Earth, like\\na light shining in great darkness.\\nAnd again It is not because of his toils that I lament for the poor\\nwe must all toil, or steal (howsoever we name our stealing), which is\\nworse no faithful workman finds his task a pastime. The poor is\\nhungry and athirst, but for him also there is food and drink he is\\nheavy-laden and weary but for him also the Heavens send Sleep, and of\\nthe deepest in his smoky cribs, a clear dewy heaven of Eest envelopes\\nhim, and fitful glitterings of cloud-skirted Dreams. But what I do mourn\\nover is that the lamp of his soul should go out that no ray of heavenly,\\nor even of earthly knowledge, should visit him but, only in the haggard\\ndarkness, like two spectres, Fear and Indignation. Alas, while the Body\\nstands so broad and brawny, must the Soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupified,\\nalmost annihilated Alas, was this too a Breath of God bestowed in\\nHeaven, but on earth never to be unfolded That there should one\\nMan die Ignorant who had capacity for Knowledge, this I call a tragedy,\\nwere it to happen more than twenty times in the minute, as by some\\ncomputations it does. The miserable fraction of Science which united\\nmankind in a wide Universe of Nescience, has acquired, why is not this,\\nwith all diligence, imparted to all\\nQuite in an opposite strain is the following The old Spartans had a\\nwiser method and went out and hunted down their Helots, and speared\\nand spitted them, when they grew too numerous. With our improved\\nfashions of hunting, Herr Hofrath, now after the invention of fire-arms,\\nand standing armies, how much easier were such a hunt Perhaps in\\nthe most thickly-peopled country, some three days annually might suffice\\nto shoot all the able-bodied Paupers that had accumulated within the\\nyear. Let Governments think of this. The expense were trifling nay,\\nthe very carcasses would pay it. Have them salted and barrelled could\\nnot you victual therewith, if not Army and Navy, yet richly such infirm\\nPaupers, in work-houses and elsewhere, as enlightened Charity, dreading\\nno evil of them, might see good to keep alive 1\\nAnd yet, writes he farther on, there must be something wrong.\\nA full-formed Horse will, in any market, bring from twenty to as high as\\ntwo hundred Friedrichs d or such is his worth to the world. A full-\\nformed Man is not only worth nothing to the world, but the world could\\nafford him a round sum would he simply engage to go and hang himself.\\nNevertheless, which of the two was the more cunningly-devised article,\\neven as an Engine Good Heavens A white European Man, standing\\non his two Legs, with his two five-fingered Hands at his shackle-bones,\\nand miraculous Head on his shoulders, is worth, I should say, from fifty\\nto a hundred Horses\\nTrue, thou Gold-Hofrath, cries the Professor elsewhere too\\ncrowded indeed! Meanwhile, what portion of this inconsiderable\\n9*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nterraqueous Globe have ye actually tilled and delved, till it will grow no\\nmore How thick stands your Population in the Pampas and Savannas\\nof America round ancient Carthage, and in the interior of Africa on\\nboth slopes of the Altaic chain, in the central Platform of Asia in Spain,\\nGreece, Turkey, Grim Tartarj^, the Curragh of Kildare One man, in\\none year, as I have understood it, if you lend him Earth, will feed him-\\nself and nine others. Alas, where now are the Hengsts and Alarics of\\nour still glowing, still expanding Europe who, when their home is grown\\ntoo narrow, will enlist and, like Firepillars, guide onwards those super-\\nfluous masses of indomitable living Valour; equipped, not now with the\\nbattle-axe and war-chariot, but with the steam-engine and ploughshare\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Where are they Preserving their Game\\nCHAPTER V.\\nTHE PHCENIX.\\nPutting which four singular Chapters together, and alongside of them\\nnumerous hints, and even direct utterances, scattered over these Writings\\nof his, we come upon the startling yet not quite unlooked-for conclusion,\\nthat Teufelsdrockh is one of those who consider Society, properly so\\ncalled, to be as good as extinct and that only the Gregarious feelings,\\nand old inherited habitudes, at this juncture, hold us from Dispersion,\\nand universal national, civil, domestic and personal war He says ex-\\npressly For the last three centuries, above all, for the last three\\nquarters of a century, that same Peri-cardial Nervous Tissue (as we\\nnamed it) of Religion, where lies the Life-essence of Society, has been\\nsmote at and perforated, needfully and needlessly till now it is quite\\nrent into shreds and Society, long pining, diabetic, consumptive, can be\\nregarded as defunct for those spasmodic, galvanic sprawlings are not\\nlife neither indeed will they endure, galvanise as you may, beyond two\\ndays.\\nCall ye that a Society, cries he again, where there is no longer\\nany Social Idea extant; not so much as the Idea of a common Home, but\\nonly of a common, over-crowded Lodging-house Where each, isolat-\\ned, regardless of his neighbor, turned against his neighbor, clutches\\nwhat he can get, and cries Mine and calls it Peace, because, in the\\ncut- purse and cut-throat Scramble, no steel knives, but only a far cun-\\nninger sort, can be employed? Where Friendship, Communion, has\\nbecome an incredible tradition and your holiest Sacramental Supper is\\na smoking Tavern Dinner, with Cook for Evangelist Where your\\nPriest has no tongue but for plate-licking and your high Guides and\\nGovernors cannot guide but on all hands hear it passionately proclaim-\\nmed Laissez /aire Leave us alone of your guidance, such light is darker\\nthan darkness eat your wages, and sleep\\nThus, too, continues he, must an observant eye discern every-\\nwhere that saddest spectacle The Poor perishing, like neglected, foun-\\ndered Draught-Cattle, of Hunger and Overwork the Rich, still more\\nwretchedly, of Idleness, Satiety, and Overgrowth. The Highest in rank,\\nat length, without honor from the Lowest scarcely, with a little mouth-\\nhonor, as from tavern-waiters who expect to put it in the bill. Once\\nsacred Symbols fluttering as empty Pageants, whereof men grudge even\\nthe expense a world becoming dismantled in one word, the Church\\nfallen speechless, from obesity and apoplexy the State shrunk into a\\nPolice- Office, straitened to get its pay\\nWe might ask, are there many observant eyes, belonging to Practical", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE PHCENIX. 108\\nmen, in England or elsewhere, which have descried these phenomena\\nor is it only from the mystic elevation of a German Wahngasse that such\\nwonders are visible Teufeisdrockh contends that the aspect of a\\ndeceased or expir ng Society, fronts us everywhere, so that whoso runs\\nmay read. What, for example, says he, is the universally-arrogated\\nVirtue, almost the sole remaining Catholic Virtue, of these days For\\nsome half century, it has been the thing you name, Independence.\\nSuspicion of Servility, of reverence for Superiors the very dogleech is\\nanxious to disavow. Fools Were your Superiors worthy to govern,\\nand you worthy to obey, reverence for them were even your only possible\\nfreedom. Independence, in all kinds, is rebellion if unjust rebellion,\\nwhy parade it and everywhere prescribe it\\nBut what then Are we returning, as Rousseau prayed, to the state\\nof Nature The Soul Politic having departed, says Teufeisdrockh,\\nwhat can follow but that the Body Politic be decently interred, to avoid\\nputrescence Liberals, Economists, Utilitarians enough I see marching\\nwith its bier, and chanting loud paeans, towards the funeral-pile, where,\\namid wailings from some, and saturnalian revelries from the most, the\\nvenerable Corpse is to be burnt. Or, in plain words, that these men.\\nLiberals, Utilitarians, or whatsoever they are called, will ultimately carry\\ntheir point, and dissever and destroy most existing Institutions of Society,\\nseems a thing which has some time ago ceased to be doubtful.\\nDo we not see a little subdivision of the grand Utilitarian Armament\\ncome to light even in insulated England A living nucleus, that will\\nattract and grow, does at length appear there also and under curious\\nphasis properly as the inconsiderable fag-end, and so far in the rear of\\nthe others as to fancy itself the van. Our European Mechanizers are a.\\nsect of boundless diffusion, activity, and co-operative spirit has not Utili-\\ntarianism flourished in high places of Thought, here among ourselves, and\\nin every European country, at some time or other, within the last fifty\\nyears? If now in all countries, except perhaps England, it has ceased\\nto flourish, or indeed to exist, among Thinkers, and sunk to Journalists\\nand the popular mass, who sees not that, as hereby it no longer preach-\\nes, so the reason is, it now needs no preaching, but is in full universal\\nAction, the doctrine everywhere known and enthusiastically laid to\\nheart? The fit pabulum, in these times, for a certain rugged workshop-\\nintellect and heart, nowise without their corresponding workshop-strength\\nand ferocity, it requires but to be stated in such scenes to make prose-\\nlytes enough. Admirably calculated for destroying, only not for rebuild-\\ning It spreads like a sort of Dog-madness till the whole World-ken-\\nnel will be rabid then wo to the Huntsmen, with or without their\\nwhips They should have given the quadrupeds water, adds he, the\\nwater, namely, of Knowledge and of Life, while it was yet time.\\nThus, if Professor Teufeisdrockh can be relied on, we are at this hour\\nin a most critical condition beleaguered by that boundless Armament\\nof Mechanizers and Unbelievers, threatening to strip us bare The\\nWorld, says he, as it needs must, is under a process of devastation and\\nwaste, which, whether by silent assiduous corrosion, or open quicker\\ncombustion, as the case chances, will effectually enough annihilate the\\npast Forms of Society replace them with what it may. For the present,\\nit is contemplated that when man s whole Spiritual Interests are once\\ndivested, these innumerable stript-off Garments shall mostly be burnt,\\nbut the sounder Rags among them be quilted together into one huge Irish\\nwatch-coat for the defence of the Body only This, we think, is but\\nJob s news to the humane reader.\\nNevertheless, cries Teufeisdrockh, who can hinder it who is\\nthere that can clutch into the wheel-spokes of Destiny, and say to the", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "104 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nSpirit of the Time Turn back, I command thee Wiser were it that we\\nyielded to the Inevitable and Inexorable, and accounted even this the best.\\nNay, might not an attentive Editor, drawing his own inferences from\\nwhat stands written, conjecture that Teufelsdrockh, individually, had\\nyielded to this same Inevitable and Inexorable heartily enough and\\nnow sat waiting the issue, with his natural diabolico-angelical Indiffer-\\nence, if not even Placidity Did we not hear him complain that the\\nWorld was a huge Ragfair, and the rags and tatters of old Symbols\\nwere raining down everywhere, like to drift him in, and suffocate him\\nWhat with those unhunted Helots of his and the uneven sic-vos-non-\\nvobis pressure, and hard crashing collision he is pleased to discern in ex-\\nisting things what with the so hateful empty Masks, full of beetles\\nand spiders, yet glaring out on him, from their glass-eyes, with a ghastly\\naffectation of life, we feel entitled to conclude him even willing that\\nmuch should be thrown to the Devil, so it were but done gently Safe\\nhimself in that Pinnacle of Weissnichtwo, he would consent, with a\\ntragic solemnity, that the monster UTILITARIA, held back, indeed, and\\nmoderated by nose-rings, halters, foot-shackles, and every conceivable\\nmodification of rope, should go forth to do her work to tread down old\\nruinous Palaces and Temples, with her broad hoof, till the whole were\\ntrodden down, that new and better might be built Remarkable in this\\npoint of view are the following sentences.\\nSociety, says he, is not dead that Carcass, which you called dead\\nSociety, is but her mortal coil which she has shuffled off, to assume a\\nnobler she herself, through perpetual metamorphoses, in fairer and fairer\\ndevelopment, has to live till Time also merge in Eternity. Whereso-\\never two or three Living Men are gathered together, there is Society or\\nthere it will be, with its cunning mechanisms and stupendous structures,\\noverspreading this little Globe, and reaching upwards to Heaven and\\ndownwards to Gehenna for always, under one or the other figure, it has\\ntwo authentic Revelations, of a God and of a Devil the Pulpit, namely,\\nand the Gallows.\\nIndeed, we already heard him speak of Religion, in unnoticed nooks,\\nweaving for herself new Vestures Teufelsdrockh himself being one\\nof the loom-treadles Elsewhere he quotes without censure that strange\\naphorism of Saint-Simon s, concerning which and whom so much were to\\nbe said X age d or qu une aveugle tradition a place jusqu ici dans le\\npasse est devant nous The golden age which a blind tradition has\\nhitherto placed in the Past is Before us. But listen again\\nWhen the Phoenix is fanning her funeral pyre, will there not be\\nsparks flying Alas, some millions of men, and among them such as a\\nNapoleon, have already been licked into that high- eddying Flame, and\\nlike moths, consumed there. Still also have we to fear that incautious\\nbeards will get singed.\\nFor the rest, in what year of grace such Phcenix-cremation will be\\ncompleted, you need not ask. The law of Perseverance is among the\\ndeepest in man by nature he hates change seldom will he quit his old\\nhouse till it has actually fallen about his ears. Thus have I seen Solem-\\nnities linger as Ceremonies, sacred Symbols as idle Pageants, to the ex-\\ntent of three hundred years and more after all life and sacredness had\\nevaporated out of them. And then, finally, what time the Phoenix Death-\\nBirth itself will require, depends on unseen contingencies. Meanwhile,\\nwould Destiny offer Mankind that after, say two centuries of convulsion\\nand conflagration, more or less vivid, the fire-creation should be accom-\\nplished, and we find ourselves again in a Living Society, and no longer\\nfighting but working, were it not perhaps prudent in Mankind to strike\\nthe bargain", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "OLD CLOTHES, lOS\\nThus is Teufelsdrockh content that old siek Society should be deliber-\\nately burnt (alas with quite other fuel than spice-wood) in the faith\\nthat she is a Phoenix and that a new heavenborn young one wiU rise\\nout of her ashes We ourselves, restricted to the duty of Indicator, shall\\nforbear commentary. Meanwhile, will not the judicious reader shake his\\nhead, and reproachfully, yet more in sorrow than in anger, say or think\\nFrom a Doctor Utriusque Juris, titular Professor in a University, and\\nman to whom hitherto, for his services, Society, bad as she is, has given\\nnot only food and raiment (of a kind) but books, lobacco and gukguk, we\\nexpected more gratitude to his benefactress and less of a blind Trust in\\nthe future, which resembles that rather of a philosophical Fatalist and\\nEnthusiast, than of a solid householder paying scot and lot in a Christian\\ncountry.\\nCHAPTER VI\\nOLD CLOTHES.\\nAs mentioned above, Teufelsdrockh, though a Sansculottist, is in\\npractice probably the politest man extant his whole heart and life are\\npenetrated and informed with the spirit of Politeness a noble natural\\nCourtesy shines tlu ough him, beautifying his vagaries like sun-light,\\nmaking a rosy-fingered, rainbow-dyed Aurora out of mere aqueous\\nclouds nay, brightening London smoke itself into gold vapor, as from\\nthe crucible of an alchemist. Hear in what earnest though fantastic\\nwise he expresses himself on this head\\nShall Courtesy be done only to the rich, and only by the rich Itt\\nGood-breeding, which differs, if at all, from High-breeding, only as it\\ngracefully remembers the rights of others, rather than gracefully insists\\non its own rights, I discern no special connection with wealth and birth\\nbut rather that it lies in human nature itself, and is due from all men\\ntowards all men. Of a truth, were your Schoolmaster at his post, and\\nworth anything when there, this, with so much else, would be reformed.\\nNay, each man were then also his neighbor s schoolmaster till at\\nlength a rude-visaged, unmannered Peasant could no more be met with,\\nthan a Peasant unacquainted with botanical Physiology, or who felt not\\nthat the clod he broke was created in Heaven.\\nFor whether thou bear a sceptre or a sledge-hanmier, art thou not\\nALIVE is not this thy brother alive There is but one Temple in the\\nworld, says Novalis, and that Temple is the Body of Man. Nothing\\nis holier than this high Form. Bending before man is a reverence done\\nto this Revelation in the Flesh. We touch Heaven, when we lay our\\nhands on a human Body.\\nOn which ground I would fain carry it farther than most do and\\nwhereas the English Johnson only bowed to every Clergyman, or man\\nwith a shovel-hat, I would bow to every Man with any sort of a hat, or\\nwith no hat whatever. Is he not a Temple, then the visible Mani-\\nfestation and Impersonation of the Divinity And yet, alas, such\\nindiscriminate bowing serves not. For there is a Devil dwells in man,\\nas well as a Divinity and too often the bow is but pocketed by the fo7-~\\nmer. It would go to the pocket of Vanity (which is your clearest phasis\\nof the Devil, in these times) therefore must we withhold it.\\nThe gladder am I, on the other hand, to do reverence to those Shells\\nand outer Husks of the Body, wherein no devilish passion any longer\\nlodges, but only the pure emblem and effigies of Man I mean, to Empty,\\nor even to Cast Clothes. Nay, is it not to Clothes that most men do", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "106 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nreverence to the fine frogged broadcloth, nowise to the straddling\\nanimal with bandy legs which it holds, and makes a Dignitary .of?\\nWho ever saw any Lord my-lorded in tattered blanket, fastened with a\\nwooden skewer Nevertheless, I say, there is in such worship a shade\\nof hypocrisy, a practical deception for how often does the Body appro-\\npriate what was meant for the Cloth only Whoso wou-ld avoid False-\\nhood, which is the essence of all Sin, will perhaps see good to take a\\ndifferent course. That reverence which cannot act without obstruction\\nand perversion when the Clothes are full, may have free course when\\nthey are empty. Even as, for Hindoo Worshippers, the Pagoda is not\\nless sacred than the God; so do I too worship the hollow cloth Garment\\nwith equal fervor, as when it contained the Man nay, with more, for\\nI now fear no deception, of myself or of others.\\nDid not King Toomtabard, or, in other words, John Balliol, reign\\nlong over Scotland; the man John Balliol being quite gone, and only\\nthe Toom Tabard (Empty Gown) remaining What still dignity\\ndwells in a suit of Cast Clothes How meekly it bears its honors No\\nhaughty looks, no scornful gesture silent and serene, it fronts the\\nworld neither demanding worship, nor afraid to miss it. The Hat still\\ncarries the physiognomy of its Head but the vanity and the stupidity,\\nand goose-speech which was the sign of these two, are gone. The Coat-\\narm is stretched out, but not to strike the Breeches, in modest simplicity,\\ndepend at ease, and now at last have a graceful flow the Waistcoat\\nhides no evil passion, no riotous desire hunger or thirst now dwells not\\nin it. Thus all is purged from the grossness of sense, from the carking\\ncares and foul vices of the World and rides there, on its Clothes-\\nhorse as, on a Pegasus, might some skyey Messenger, or purified\\nApparition, visiting our low Earth.\\nOften, while I sojourned in that monstrous Tuberosity of Civilized\\nLife, the Capital of England and meditated, and questioned Destiny,\\nunder the ink-sea of vapor, black, thick, and multifarious as Spartan\\nbroth and was one lone Soul amid those grinding millions often have\\nI turned into their Old-Clothes Market to worship. With awe-struck\\nheart I walked through that Monmouth Street, with its empty Suits, as\\nthrough a Sanhedrim of stainless Ghosts. Silent are they, but expressive\\nin their silence the past witnesses and instruments of Woe and Joy, of\\nPassions, Virtues, Crimes, and all the fathomless tumult of Good and\\nEvil in the Prison called Life. Friends trust not the heart of that\\nman for whom Old Clothes are not venerable. Watch too, with rever-\\nence, that bearded Jewish Highpriest, who with hoarse voice, like some\\nAngel of Doom, summons them from the four winds On his head, like\\nthe Pope, he has three Hats, a real triple tiara on either hand, are the\\nsimilitude of Wings, whereon the summoned Garments come to alight\\nand ever, as he slowly cleaves the air, sounds forth his deep fateful note,\\nas if through a trumpet he were proclaiming Ghosts of Life, come to\\nJudgment Reck not, ye fluttering Ghosts he will purify you in his\\nPurgatory, with fire and with water and, one day, new-created ye shall\\nreappear. Oh let him in whom the flame of Devotion is ready to go\\nout, who has never worshipped, and knows not what to worship, pace\\nand repace, with austerest thought, the pavement of Monmouth Street,\\nand say whether his heart and his eyes still continue dry. If Field Lane,\\nwith its long fluttering rows of yellow handkerchiefs, be a Dionysius\\nEar, where, in stifled jarring hubbub, we hear the Indictment which\\nPoverty and Vice bring against lazy Wealth, that it has left them there\\neast out and trodden under foot of Want, Darkness, and the Devil, then\\nis Monmouth Street a Mirza s Hill, where, in motley vision, the whole\\nPageant of existence passes awfully before us with its wail and jubilee,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "ORGAinC FILAMENTS. 107\\nmad loves and mad hatreds, church-bells and gallows-ropeSj farce-\\ntragedy, beasl-godhood, the Bedlam of Creation\\nTo most men, as it does to ourselves, all this will seem overcharged.\\nWe too have walked through Monmouth Street but with little feeling of\\nDevotion probably in part because the contemplative process is so\\nfatally broken in upon by the brood of money-changers, who nestle in\\nthat Church, and importune the worshipper with merely secular proposals.\\nWhereas Teufelsdrockh might be in that happy middle-state, which\\nleaves to the Clothes-broker no hope either of sale or of purchase, and\\nso be allowed to linger there without molestation. Something we would\\nhave given to see the little philosophical Figure, with its steeple-hat and\\nloose flowing skirts, and eyes in a fine frenzy, pacing and repacing in\\nausterest thought that foolish Street which to him was a true Delphic\\navenue, and supernatural Whispering-gallery, where the Ghosts of\\nLife rounded strange secrets in his ear. O thou philosophic Teufels-\\ndrockh, that listenest while others only gabble, and with thy quick\\ntympanum hearest the grass grow\\nAt the same time, is it not strange that, in Paperbag Documents\\ndestined for an English Work, there exists nothing like an authentic\\ndiary of this his sojourn in London and of his Meditations among the\\nClothes-shops only the obscurest emblematic shadows Neither, in\\nconversation (for, indeed, he was not a man to pester you with his Travels),\\nhave we heard him more than allude to the subject.\\nFor the rest, however, it cannot be uninteresting that we here find\\nhow early the significance of Clothes had dawned on the now so dis-\\ntinguished Clothes-Professor. Might we but fancy it to have been\\neven in Monmouth Street, at the bottom of our own English ink-sea,\\nthat this remarkable Volume first took being, and shot forth its salient\\npoint in his soul, as in Chaos did the Egg of Eros, one day to be\\nhatched into a Universe\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nORGANIC FILAMENTS.\\nFor US, who happen to live while the World-Phoenix is burning him-\\nself, and burning so slowly that, as Teufelsdrockh calculates, it were a\\nhandsome bargain would she engage to have done within two centuries,\\nthere seems to lie but an ashy prospect. Not altogether so, how-\\never does the Professor figure it. In the living subject, says he,\\nchange is wont to be gradual: thus, while the serpent sheds its old\\nskin, the new is already formed beneath. Little knowest thou of the\\nburning of a World-Phoenix, who fanciest that she must first burn out,\\nand lie as a dead cinereous heap and therefrom the young one start up\\nby miracle, and fly heavenward. Far otherwise In that Fire-whirl-\\nwind, Creation and Destruction proceed together; ever as the ashes of\\nthe Old are blown about, do organic filaments of the New mysteriously\\nspin themselves and amid the rushing and the waving of the Whirlwind-\\nElement, come tones of a melodious Deathsong, which end not but in\\ntones of a more melodious Birthsong. Nay, look into the Fire-whirl-\\nwind with thy own eyes, and thou wilt see. Let us actually look, then\\nto poor individuals, who cannot expect to live two centuries, those same\\norganic filaments, mysteriously spinning themselves, will be the best part\\nof the spectacle. First, therefore, this of Mankind in general\\nIn vain thou deniest it, says the Professor thou art my Brother.", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nThy very Hatred, thy very Envy, those foolish Lies thou tellest of me ia\\nthy splenetic humor what is all this but an inverted Sympathy Were\\nI a Steam-engine, wouldst thou take the trouble to tell Lies of me Not\\nthou I should grind all unheeded, whether badly or well.\\nWondrous truly are the bonds that unite us one and all; whether by\\nthe soft binding of Love, or the iron chaining of Necessity, as we like to\\nchoose it. More than once, have I said to myself, of some perhaps\\nwhimsically strutting Figure, such as provokes whimsical thoughts\\nWert thou, my little Brotherkin, suddenly covered up within the largest\\nimaginable Glass-bell, what a thing it were, not for thyself only, but for\\nthe world Post Letters, more or fewer, from all the four winds, impinge\\nagainst thy Glass walls, but must drop unread neither from within\\ncomes there question or response into any Postbag thy Thoughts fall\\ninto no friendly ear or heart, thy Manufacture into no purchasing hand\\nthou art no longer a circulating venous-arterial Heart, that, taking and\\ngiving, circulatest through all Space and all Time there has a Hole\\nfallen out in the immeasurable, universal World-tissue, which must be\\ndarned up again\\nSuch venous-arterial circulation, of Letters, verbal Messages, paper\\nand other Packages, going out from him and coming in, are a blood-cir-\\nculation, visible to the eye but the finer nervous circulation, by which\\nall things, the minutest that he does, minutely influence all men, and the\\nvery look of his face blesses or curses whomso it lights on, and so gene-\\nrates ever new blessing or new cursing all this you cannot see, but only\\nimagine. I say, there is not a red Indian, hunting by Lake Winnipic,\\ncan quarrel with his squaw, but the whole world must smart for it will\\nnot the price of beaver rise It is a mathematical fact that the casting\\nof this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the Universe.\\nIf now an existing generation of men stand so woven together, not less\\nindissolubly does generation with generation. Hast thou ever meditated\\non that word Tradition how we inherit not Life only, but all the garni-\\nture and form of Life and work, and speak, and even think and feel, as\\nour Fathers, and primeval grandfathers, from the beginning, have given\\nit us Who printed thee, for example, this unpretending Volume on the\\nPhilosophy of Clothes Not the Herren Stillschweigen and Company\\nbut Cadmus of Thebes, Faust of Mentz, and innumerable others whom\\nthou knowest not. Had there been no Msesogothic Ulfila, there had been\\nno English Shakspeare, or a difl^erent one. Simpleton it was Tubal-\\ncain that made thy very Tailor s needle, and sewed that court suit of thine.\\nYes, truly, if Nature is one, and a living indivisible whole, much\\nmore is Mankind, the Image that reflects and creates Nature, without\\nwhich Nature were not. As palpable life-streams in that wondrous In-\\ndividual Mankind, among so many life-streams that are not palpable, flow\\non those main-currents of what we call Opinion as preserved in Institu-\\ntions, Politics, Churches, above all in Books. Beautiful it is to under-\\nstand and know that a Thought did never yet die that as thou, the ori-\\nginator thereof, hast gathered it and created it from the Whole Past, so\\nthou wilt transmit it to the whole Future. It is thus that the heroic\\nHeart, the seeing Eye of the first times, still feels and sees in us of the\\nlatest that the Wise Man stands ever encompassed, and spiritually em-\\nbraced, by a cloud of witnesses and brothers and there is a living, literal\\nCommunion of Saints, wide as the World itself, and as the History of the\\nWorld.\\nNoteworthy also, and serviceable for the progress of this same Indivi-\\ndual, wilt thou find his subdivision into Generations. Generations are as\\nthe days of toilsome Mankind Death and Birth are the vesper and the\\nmatin bells, that summon Mankind to sleep, and to rise refreshed for new", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "ORGANIC FILAMENTS.\\nadvancement. What the Father has made the Son can make and enjoy\\nbut has also work of his own appointed him. Thus all things wax, and\\nroll onwards Arts, Establishments, Opinions, nothing is completed, but\\never completing. Newton has learned to see what Kepler saw but there\\nis also a fresh heaven-derived force in Newton he must mount to still\\nhigher points of vision. So too the Hebrew Lawgiver is, in due time,\\nfollowed by an Apostle of the Gentiles. In the business of Destruction,\\nas this also is from time to time a necessary work, thou findest a like\\nsequence and perseverance for Luther it was as yet hot enough to stand\\nby that burning of the Pope s Bull Voltaire could not warm himself at\\nthe glimmering ashes, but required quite other fuel. Thus likewise, I\\nnote, the English Whig has, in the second generation, become an English\\nRadical who, in the third again, it is to be hoped, will become an Eng-\\nlish Rebuilder. Find Mankind where thou wilt, thou findest it in living\\nmovement, in progress faster or slower the Phoenix soars aloft, hovers\\nwith outstretched wings, filling Earth with her music or, as now, she\\nsinks, and with spheral swan-song immolates herself in flame, that she\\nmay soar the higher and sing the clearer.\\nLet the friends of social order, in such a disastrous period, lay this to\\nheart, and derive from it any little comfort they can. We subjoin another\\npassage, concerning Titles\\nRemark, not without surprise, says Teufelsdrockh, how all high\\nTitles of Honor come hitherto from Fighting. Your Herzog (Duke, Dux)\\nis Leader of Armies your Earl (Jarl) is Strong Man your Marshal\\ncavalry Horse-shoer. A Millenium, or reign of Peace and Wisdom, hav-\\ning from of old been prophesied, and becoming now daily more and more\\nindubitable, may it not be apprehended that such Fighting-titles will\\ncease to be palatable, and new and higher need to be devised\\nThe only Title wherein I, with confidence, trace eternity, is that of\\nKing. Kdnig (King), anciently jfiTowmrag, means Ken-ning (Cunning), or\\nwhich is the same thing, Can-ning. Ever must the Sovereign of Man-\\nkind be fitly entitled King.\\nWell, also, says he elsewhere, was it written by Theologians a\\nKing rules by divine right. He carries in him an authority from God, or\\nman will never give it him. Can I choose my own King I can choose\\nmy own King Popinjay, and play what farce or tragedy I may with him\\nbut he who is to be my Ruler, whose will is to be higher than my will,\\nwas chosen for me in Heaven. Neither except in such Obedience to the\\nHeaven-chosen is Freedom so much as conceivable.\\nThe Editor will here admit that, among all the wondrous provinces of\\nTeufelsdrockh s spiritual world, there is none he walks in with such aston-\\nishment, hesitation, and even pain, as in the Political. How, with\\nour English love of Ministry and Opposition, and that generous conflict\\nof Parties, mind warming itself against mind in their mutual wrestle for\\nthe Public Good, by which wrestle, indeed, is our invaluable Constitution\\nkept warm and alive how shall we domesticate ourselves in this spectral\\nNecropolis, or rather City both of the Dead and of the Unborn, where the\\nPresent seems little other than an inconsiderable Film dividing the Past\\nand the Future In those dim longdrawn expanses, all is so immeasura-\\nble much so disastrous, ghastly your very radiances, and straggling\\nlight-beams, have a supernatural character. And tlien with such an\\nindiflerence, such a prophetic peacefulness (accounting the inevitably-\\ncoming as already here, to him all one whether it be distant by centuries\\nor only by days), does he sit and live, you would say, rather in any\\nother age than in his own! It is our painful duty to announce, or\\nrepeat, that, looking into this man, we discern a deep, sUent, slow-burning,\\ninextinguishable Radicalism, such as fills us with shuddering admiration.\\n10", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nThus, for example, he appears to make little even of the Elective\\nFranchise at least so we interpret the following Satisfy your-\\nselves, he says, by universal, indubitable experiment, even as ye are\\nnow doing or will do, whether Freedom heavenborn and leading heaven-\\nward, and so vitally essential for us all, cannot peradventure be\\nmechanically hatched and brought to light in that same Ballot-Box of\\nyours or at worst, in some other discoverable or devisable Box, Edifice,\\nor Steam-mechanism. It were a mighty convenience and beyond all\\nfeats of manufacture witnessed hitherto. Is Teufelsdrockh acquainted\\nwith the British Constitution, even slightly He says, under another\\nfigure But after all, were the problem, as indeed it now everywhere\\nis, To rebuild your old House from the top downwards (since you must\\nlive in it the while), what better, what other, than the Representative\\nMachine will serve your turn Meanwhile, however, mock me not with\\nthe name of Free, when you have but knit up my chains into orna-\\nmental festoons. Or what will any member of the Peace Society make\\nof such an assertion as this The lower people everywhere desire\\nWar. Not so unwisely there is then a demand for lower people to be\\nshot\\nGladly, therefore, do we emerge from those soul-confusing, labyrinths\\nof speculative Radicalism, into somewhat clearer regions. Here, look-\\ning round, as was our best, for organic filaments, we ask, may not this,\\ntouching Hero-worship, be of the number It seems of a cheerful char-\\nacter yet so quaint, so mystical, one knows not what, or how little, may\\nlie under it. Our readers shall look with their own eyes\\nTrue is it that, in these days, man can do almost all things, only not\\nobey. True likewise that whoso cannot obey cannot be free, stUl less\\nbear rule he that i\u00c2\u00ab the inferior of nothing, can be the superior of\\nnothing, the equal of nothing. Nevertheless, believe not that man has\\nlost his faculty of Reverence that if it slumber in him, it has gone dead.\\nPainful for man is that same rebellious Independence, when it has\\nbecome inevitable only in loving companionship with his fellows does\\nhe feel safe only in reverently bowing down before the Higher does he\\nfeel himself exalted.\\nOr what if the character of our so troublous Era lay even in this:\\nthat man had for ever cast away Fear, which is the lower but not yet\\nrisen into perennial Reverence, which is the higher and highest\\nMeanwhile, observe with joy, so cunningly has Nature ordered it,\\nthat whatsoever man ought to obey he cannot but obey. Before no faintest\\nrevelation of the Godlike did he ever stand irreverent least of all, when\\nthe Godlike showed itself revealed in his fellow-man. Thus is there a\\ntrue religious Loyalty for ever rooted in his heart nay, in all ages, even\\nin ours, it manifests itself as a more or less orthodox Hero-worship. In\\nwhich fact, that Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will for ever exist,\\nuniversally among Mankind, mayest thou discern the corner-stone of\\nliving-rock, whereon all Polities for the remotest time may stand secure.\\nDo our readers discern any such corner-stone, or even so much as\\nwhat Teufelsdrockh is looking at He exclaims, Or hast thou for-\\ngotten Paris and Voltaire How the aged, withered man, though but a\\nSceptic, Mocker, and millinery Court-poet, yet because even he seemed the\\nWisest, Best, could drag mankind at his chariot-wheels, so that princes\\ncoveted a smile from him, and the loveliest of France would have laid\\ntheir hair beneath his feet All Paris was one vast Temple of Hero-\\nWorship though their Divinity, moreover, was of feature too apish.\\nBut if such things, continues he, were done in the dry tree, what\\nwill be done in the green If, in the most parched season of Man s\\nHistory, in the most parched spot of Europe, when Parisian life was at", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "OE,GANIC FILAMENTS. Ill\\nbest but a scientific Hortus Siccus, bedizened with some Italian Gum-\\nflowers, such virtue could come out of it; what is it to be looked for\\nwhen Life again waves leafy and bloomy, and your Hero-Divinity shall\\nhave nothing ape-like, but be wholly human Know that there is in\\nman a quite indestructible Reverence for whatsoever holds of Heaven, or\\neven plausibly counterfeits such holding. Show the dullest clodpole,\\nshow the haughtiest featherhead, that a soul Higher than himself is\\nactually here were his knees stiffened into brass, he must down and\\nworship.\\nOrganic filaments, of a more authentic sort, mysteriously spinning\\nthemselves, some will perhaps discover in the following passage\\nThere is no Church, sayest thou The voice of Prophecy has gone\\ndumb This is even what I dispute but in any case, hast thou not still\\nPreaching enough A Preaching Friar settles himself in every village\\nand builds a pulpit, which he calls Newspaper. Therefrom he preaches\\nwhat most momentous doctrine is in him, for man s salvation and dost\\nnot thou listen, and believe Look well, thou seest everywhere a new\\nClergy of the Mendicant Orders, some bare-footed, some almost bare-\\nbacked, fashion itself into shape, and teach and preach, zealously\\nenough, for copper alms and the love of God. These break in pieces the\\nancient idols and though themselves too often reprobate, as idol-\\nbreakers are wont to be, mark out the sites of new Churches, where the\\ntrue God-ordained, that are to follow, may find audience, and minister.\\nSaid I not. Before the old skin was shed, the new had formed itself\\nbeneath it\\nPerhaps, also, in the following wherewith we now hasten to knit up\\nthis ravelled sleeve\\nBat there is no Religion reiterates the Professor. Fool I tell\\nthee, there is. Hast thou well considered all that lies in this immeasurable\\nfroth-ocean we name Literature Fragments of a genuine Church-\\nHomiktic lie scattered there, which Time will assort nay, fractions\\neven of a Liturgy could I point out. And knowest thou no Prophet,\\neven in the vesture, environment, and dialect of this age None to\\nwhom the Godlike had revealed itself, through all meanest and highest\\nforms of the Common and by him been again prophetically revealed in\\nwhose inspired melody, even in these rag-gathering and rag-burning days,\\nMan s Life again begins, were it but afar off, to be divine Knowest\\nthou none such I know him, and name him Goethe.\\nBut thou as yet standest in no Temple joinest in no Psalm-worship\\nfeelest well that, where there is no ministering Priest, the people perish\\nBe of comfort Thou art not alone, if thou have Faith. Spake we not\\nof a Communion of Saints, unseen, yet not unreal, accompanying and\\nbrother-like embracing thee, so thou be worthy Their heroic Suflferings\\nrise up melodiously together to Heaven, out of all lands, and out of all\\ntimes, as a sacred Miserere; their heroic Actions also, as a boundless,\\neverlasting Psalm of Triumph. Neither say that thou hast now no\\nSymbol of the Godlike. Is not God s Universe a Symbol of the Godlike\\nis not Immensity a Temple is not Man s History, and Men s History, a\\nperpetual Evangel Listen, and for organ-music thou wilt ever, as of\\nold, hear the Morning Stars sing together.", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nCHAPTER VIII\\nNATURAL SUPERNATURALISM.\\nIt is in his stupendous Section, headed Natural Supernaturalism, that\\nthe Professor first becomes a Seer and, after long effort, such as we\\nhave witnessed, finally subdues under his feet this refractory Clothes-\\nPhilosophy, and takes victorious possession thereof. Phantasms enough\\nhe has had to struggle with Cloth-webs and Cobwebs, of Imperial\\nMantles, Superannuated Symbols, and what not yet still did he courage-\\nously pier^ce through. Nay, worst of all, two quite mysterious, world-\\nembracing kPhantasms, Time and Space, have ever hovered round him,\\nperplexing and bewildering: but with these also he now resolutely\\ngrapples, these also he victoriously rends asunder. In a word, he has\\nlooked fixedly on Existence, till, one after the other, its earthly hulls and\\ngarnitures have all melted away and now, to his rapid vision, the interior\\ncelestial Holy of Holies lies disclosed.\\nHere therefore properly it is that the Philosophy of Clothes attains to\\nTranscendentalism this last leap, can we but clear it, takes us safe into\\nthe promised land, where Palingemsia, in all senses, may be considered\\nas beginning. Courage, then may our Diogenes exclaim, with\\nbetter right than Diogenes the First once did. This stupendous Section\\nwe, after long painful meditation, have found not to be unintelligible\\nbut on the contrary to grow clear, nay radiant, and all-illuminating.\\nLet the reader, turning on it what utmost force of speculative intellect is\\nin him, do his part as we, by judicious selection and adjustment, shall\\nstudy to do ours\\nDeep has been, and is, the significance of Miracles, thus quietly\\nbegins the Professor; far deeper perhaps than we imagine. Mean-\\nwhile, the question of questions were What specially is a Miracle\\nTo that Dutch King of Siam, an icicle had been a miracle whoso had\\ncarried with him an air-pump, and phial of vitriolic ether, might have\\nworked a miracle. To my Horse again, who unhappily is still more\\nunscientific, do not I work a miracle, and magical Open sesame every-\\ntime I please to pay twopence, and open for him an impassable Schlag-\\nhaum, or shut Turnpike\\nBut is not a real Miracle simply a violation of the Laws of\\nNature V ask several. Whom I answer by this new question What\\nare the Laws of Nature To me perhaps the rising of one from the\\ndead were no violation of these Laws, but a confirmation were some\\nfar deeper Laws, now first penetrated into, and by Spiritual Force, even\\nas the-rest have all been, brought to bear on us with its Material Force.\\nHere too may some inquire, not without astonishment On what\\nground shall one, that can make Iron swim, come and delare that there-\\nfore he can teach Religion To us, truly, of the Nineteenth Century,\\nsuch declaration were inept enough which nevertheless to our fathers,\\nof the First Century, was full of meaning.\\nBut is it not the deepest Law of Nature that she be constant\\ncries an illuminated class Is not the Machine of the Universe fixed to\\nmove by unalterable rules Probable enough, good friends nay, I too\\nmust believe that the God, whom ancient, inspired men, assert to be\\nwithout variableness or shadow of turning, does indeed never change\\nthat Nature, that the Universe, which no one whom it so pleases can be\\nprevented from calling a Machine, does move by the most unalterable\\nrules. And now of you too I make the old inquiry What those same", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "NATURAL SUrERNATURALlSM. 113\\nunalterable rules, forming the complete Statute-Book of Nature, may\\npossibly be\\nThey stand written in our Works of Science, say you in the accu-\\nmulated records of man s Eperience Was man with his Experience\\npresent at the Creation, then, to see how it all went on Have any\\ndeepest scientific individuals yet dived down to the foundations of the\\nUniverse, and gauged everything there Did the Maker take them into\\nHis Counsel that they read His ground-plan of the incomprehensible\\nAll and can say. This stands marked therein, and no more than this\\nAlas, not in anywise These scientific individuals have been nowhere\\nbut where we also are have seen some handbreadths deeper than we\\nsee into the Deep that is infinite, without bottom as without shore.\\nLaplace s Book on the Stars, wherein he exhibits that certain\\nPlanets, with their Satellites, gyrate round our worthy Sun, at a rate and\\nill a course, which by the greatest good fortune, he and the like of him\\nhave succeeded in detecting, is to me as precious as to another. But is\\nthis what thou namest Mechanism of the Heavens, and System of the\\nWorld this, wherein Sirius and the Pleiades, and all Herschel s Fifteen\\nthousand Suns per minute, being left out, some paltry handful of Moons,\\nand inert Balls, had been looked at, nicknamed, and marked in the\\nZodiacal Waybill so that we can now prate of their Whereabout their\\nHow, their Why, their What, being hid from us as in the signless Inane\\nSystem of Nature To the wisest man, wide as is his vision. Nature\\nremains of quite mfinite depth, of quite infinite expansion and all\\nExperience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries, and mea-\\nsured square-miles. The course of Natui e s phases, on this our little\\nfraction of a Planet, is partially known to us but who knows what\\ndeeper courses these depend on what infinitely larger Cycle (of causes)\\nour little Epicycle revolves on To the Minnow every cranny and\\npebble, and quality and accident, of its little native Creek may have\\nbecome familiar but does the Minnow understand the Ocean Tides and\\nperiodic Currents, the Trade-winds, and Monsoons, and Moon s Eclipses\\nby all which the condition of its little Creek is regulated, and may, from\\ntime to time (wMmiraculously enough), be quite overset and reversed\\nSuch a minnow is man his Creek this Planet Earth his Ocean the\\nimmeasurable All his Monsoons and periodic Currents the mysterious\\nCourse of Providence through ^ons of ^ons.\\nWe speak of the Volume of Nature and truly a Volume it is,\\nwhose Author and Writer is God. To read it Dost thou, does man,\\nso much as well know the Alphabet thereof? With its Words,\\nSentences, and grand descriptive Pages, poetical and philosophical, spread\\nout through Solar Systems, and Thousands of Years, we shall not try\\nthee. It is a Volume written in celestial hieroglyphs, in the true Sacred-\\nwriting of which even Prophets are haj)py that they can read here a\\nline and there a line. As for your Institutes, and Academies of\\nScience, they strive bravely and, from amid the thick-crowded,\\ninextricably intertwisted hieroglyphic writing, pick out, by dexterous\\ncombination, some Letters in the vulgar Character, and therefrom put\\ntogether this and the other economic Recipe, of high avail in Practice.\\nThat Nature is more than some boundless Volume of such Kecipes, or\\nhuge, well-nigh inexhaustible Domestic-Cookery Book, of which the\\nwhole secret will, in this wise, one day, evolve itself, the fewest dream.\\nCustom, continues the Professor, doth make dotards of us all.\\nConsider well, thou wilt find that Custom is the greatest of Weavers\\nand weaves air-raiment for all the Spirits of the Universe whereby\\nindeed these dwell with us visibly, as ministering servants, in our houses\\nand workshops but their spiritual nature becomes, to the most, for evev\\n10*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "114 SARTOR RESA3TUS.\\nhidden. Philosophy complains that Custom has hoodwinked us, from the\\nfirst that we do everything by Custom, even Believe by it that our\\nvery Axioms, let us boast of Freethinking as we may, are oftenest simply\\nsuch Beliefs as we have never heard questioned. Nay, what is Philoso-\\nphy but a continual battle against Custom an ever-renewed effort to\\ntranscend the sphere of blind Custom, and so become Transcendental\\nInnumerable are the illusions and legerdemain tricks of Custom but\\nof all these perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us that the\\nMiraculous, by simple representation, ceases to be Miraculous. True, it\\nis by this means we live for man must work as well as wonder and\\nherein is Custom so far a kind nurse, guiding him to his true benefit.\\nBut she is a fond foolish nurse, or rather we are false foolish nurselings,\\nwhen, in our resting and reflecting hours, we prolong the same deception.\\nAm I to view the Stupendous with stupid indifference, because I have seen\\nit twice, or two hundred, or two million times There is no reason in\\nNature or in Art why I should unless, indeed, I am a mere Work-\\nMachine, for whom the divine gift of Thought were no other than the\\nterrestrial gift of Steam is to the Steam-engine a power whereby Cotton\\nmight be spun, and money and money s worth realised.\\nNotable enough too, here as elsewhere, wilt thou find the potency of\\nNames which indeed are but one kind of such Custom-woven, wonder-\\nhiding garments. Witchcraft, and all manner of Spectre-work, and De-\\nmonology, we have now named Madness, and Diseases of the Nerves.\\nSeldom reflecting that still the new question comes upon us What is\\nMadness, what are Nerves Ever, as before, does Madness remain a\\nmysterious-terrific, altogether infernal boiling up of the Nether Chaotic\\nDeep, through this fair-painted Vision of Creation, which swims thereon,\\nwhich we name the Real. Was Luther s Picture of the Devil less a\\nReality, whether it were formed within the bodily eye, or without it In\\nevery the wisest Soul, lies a whole world of internal Madness, an authen-\\ntic Demon-Empire out of which, indeed, his world of Wisdom has been\\ncreatively built together, and now rests there, as on its dark foundations\\ndoes a habitable flowery Earth-rind.\\nBut deepest of all illusory Appearances, for hiding Wonder, as for\\nmany other ends, are your two grand fundamental world-enveloping Ap-\\npearances, Space and Time. These, as spun and woven for us from\\nbefore Birth itself, to clothe our celestial Me for dwelling here, and yet\\nto blind it, lie all-embracing, as the universal canvass, or warp and\\nwoof, whereby all minor Illusions, in this Phantasm Existence, weave\\nand paint themselves. In vain, while here on Earth, shall you endeavor\\nto strip them off; you can, at best, but rend them asunder for moments,\\nand look through.\\nFortunatus had a wishing Hat, which when he put on, and wished\\nhimself Anywhere, behold he was There. By this means had Fortunatus\\ntriumphed over Space, he had annihilated Space for him there was no\\nWhere, but all was Here. Were a Hatter to establish himself in the\\nWahngasse of Weissnichtwo, and make felts of this sort for all mankind,\\nwhat a world we should have of it Still stranger, should, on the oppo-\\nsite side of the street, another Hatter establish himself; and, as his fel-\\nlow-craftsman made Space-annihilating Hats, make Time-annihilating\\nOf both would I purchase, were it with my last groschen but chiefly of\\nthis latter. To clap on your felt, and, simply by wishing that you were\\nKny where, straightway to be There Next to clap on your other felt,\\nand, simply by wishing that you were Anjwhen, straightway to be Then\\nThis were indeed the grander shooting at will from the Fire-Creation of\\nthe World to its Fire-Consummation here historically present in the\\nFirst Century, conversing face to face with Paul and Seneca, there pro-", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "NATURAL SUPERNATURALISM. 115\\nphetically in the Thirty-first, conversing also face to face with other\\nPauls and Senecas, who as yet stand hidden in the depth of that late Time\\nOr thinkest thou, it were impossible, unimaginable Is the Past\\nannihilated, then, or only past is the Future non-extant, or only future\\nThose mystic faculties of thine, Memory and Hope, already answer:\\nalready through those mystic avenues, thou the Earth-blinded summonest\\nboth Past and Future, and communest with them, though as yet darkly,\\nand with mute beckonings. The curtains of Yesterday drop down, the\\ncurtains of To-morrow roll up but Yesterday and To-morrow both are.\\nPierce through the Time-Element, glance into the Eternal. Believe what\\nthou findest written in the sanctuai ies of Man s Soul, even as all Think-\\ners, in all ages, have devoutly read it there that Time and Space are not\\nGod, but creations of God that with God as it is a universal Here, so is\\nit an Everlasting Now.\\nAnd seest thou therein any glimpse of Immortality Heaven\\nIs the white Tomb of our Loved One, who died from our arms, and must\\nbe left behind us there, which rises in the distance, like a pale, mournfully\\nreceding Milestone, to tell how many toilsome uncheered miles we have\\njourneyed on alone, hut a pale spectral Illusion Is the lost Friend\\nstill mysteriously Here, even as we are Here mysteriously, with God\\nKnow of a truth that only the Time-shadows have perished, or are\\nperishable that the real Being of whatever was, and whatever is, and\\nwhatever will be, is even now and for ever. This, should it seem new,\\nthou mayest ponder, at thy leisure for the next twenty years, or the next\\ntwenty centuries believe it thou must understand it thou canst not.\\nThat the Thought-forms, Space and Time, wherein, once for all, we\\nare sent into this Earth to live, should condition and determine our whole\\nPractical reasonings, conceptions, and imagings or imaginings, seems\\naltogether fit, just and unavoidable. But that they should, farthermore,\\nusurp such sway over pure spiritual Meditation, and blind us to the won-\\nder everywhere lying close on us, seems nowise so. Admit Space and\\nTime to their due rank as Forms of Thought nay, even, if thou wilt, to\\ntheir quite undue rank of Realities and consider, then, with thyself hov/\\ntheir thin disguises hide from us the brightest God-efiFulgences Thus,\\nwere it not miraculous, could I stretch forth my hand, and clutch the Sun\\nYet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand, and therewith clutch many\\na thing, and swing it hither and thither. Art thou a grown Baby, then,\\nto fancy that the Miracle lies in miles of distance, or in pounds avoirdu-\\npois of weight and not to see that the true inexplicable God-revealing\\nMiracle lies in this, that I can stretch forth my hand at all that I have\\nfree Force to clutch aught therewith Innumerable other of this sort are\\nthe deceptions, and wonder-hiding stupefactions, that Space practises on us.\\nStill worse is it with regard to Time. Your grand anti-magician, and\\nuniversal wonder-hider, is this same lying Time. Had we but the Time-\\nannihilating Hat, to put on for once only, we should see ourselves in a\\nWorld of Miracles, wherein all fabled or authentic Thaumaturgy, and\\nfeats of Magic, were outdone. But unhappily we have not such a Hat\\nand man, poor fool that he is, can seldom help himself without one.\\nWere it not wonderful, for instance, had Orpheus, or Amphion, built\\nthe walls of Thebes by the mere sound of his Lyre Yet tell me. Who\\nbuilt these walls of Weissnichtwo summoning out all the sandstone\\nrocks, to dance along from the Steinbruch (now a huge Troglodyte Chasm,\\nwith frightful green-mantled pools) and shape themselves into Doric and\\nIonic pillars, squared ashlar houses, and noble streets I Was it not the\\nstill higher Orpheus, or Orphenses, who, in past centuries, by the divine\\nMusic of Wisdom, succeeded in civilizing Man Our highest Orpheus\\nWalked in Judea, eighteen hundred years ago his sphere-melody, flowing", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nin wild native tones, took captive the ravished souls of men and being,\\nof a truth, sphere-melody, still flows and sounds, though now with thou-\\nsandfold Accompaniments, and rich symphonies, through all our heaits;\\nand modulates, and divinely leads them. Is that a wonder, which hap-\\npens in two hours and does it cease to be wonderful if happening in two\\nmillion Not only was Thebes built by the Music of an Orpheus but\\nwithout the music of some inspired Orpheus was no city ever built, no\\nwork that man glories in ever done.\\nSweep away the Illusion of Time; glance, if thou have eyes, from\\nthe near moving-cause to its far distant Mover The stroke that came\\ntransmitted through a whole galaxy of elastic balls, was it less a stroke\\nthan if the last ball only had been struck, and sent flying Oh, could I\\n(with the Time-annihilating Hat) transport thee direct from the Begin-\\nnings to the Endings, how were thy eyesight unsealed, and thy heart set\\nflaming in the Light- sea of celestial wonder Then sawest thou that this\\nfair Universe, were it in the meanest province thereof, is in very deed\\nthe star-doomed City of God that through every star, through every\\ngrassblade, and most through every Living Soul, the glory of a present\\nGod still beams. But Nature, which is the Time-vesture of God, and\\nreveals Him to the wise, hides Him from the foolish.\\nAgain, could anything be more miraculous than an actual authentic\\nGhost The English Johnson longed, all his life, to see one but could\\nnot, though he went to Cock Lane, and thence to the church-vaults, and\\ntapped on coffins. Foolish Doctor Did he never, with the mind s eye\\nas well as with the body s, look round him into that full tide of human\\nLife he so loved did he never so much as look into Himself The\\ngood Doctor was a Ghost, as actual and authentic as heart could wish j\\nwell nigh a million of Ghosts were travelling the streets by his side.\\nOnce more I say, sweep away the illusion of Time compress the three-\\nscore years into three minutes what else was he, what else are we\\nAre we not Spirits, shaped into a body, into an Appearance and that\\nfade away again into air, and Invisibility This is no metaphor, it is a\\nsimple scientific /(zc^ we start out of Nothingness, take figure, and are\\nApparitions round us, as round the veriest spectre, is Eternity and to\\nEternity minutes are as years and aeons. Come there not tones of Love\\nand Faith, as from celestial harp-strings, like the Song of beatified Souls\\nAnd again, do we not squeak and gibber (in our discordant, screech-\\nowlish debatings and recriminatings) and glide bodeful, and feeble, and\\nfearful or uproar (poltern), and revel in our mad Dance of the Dead,\\ntill the scent of the morning-air summons us to our still Home and\\ndreamy Night becomes awake and Day Where now is Alexander of\\nMacedon does the steel Host, that yelled in fierce battle-shouts at Issus\\nand Arbela, remain behind him or have they all vanished utterly, even\\nas perturbed Goblins must Napoleon too, and his Moscow Retreats\\nand Austerlitz Campaigns Was it all other than the veriest Spectre-\\nHunt; which has now, with its howling tumult that made Night\\nhideous, flitted away Ghosts There are nigh a thousand million\\nwalking the earth openly at noontide some half-hundred have vanished\\nfrom it, some half-hundred have arisen in it, ere thy watch ticks once.\\nO Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only\\ncarry each a future Ghost within him but are, in very deed. Ghosts\\nThese Limbs, whence had we them this stormy Force; this life-blood\\nwith its burning Passion They are dust and shadow a Shadow-system\\ngathered round our Me wherein, through some moments or years, the\\nDivine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his\\nstrong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes force dwells in his arm and\\nheai t but warrior and war-horse are a vision a revealed Force, nothing", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "CIRCUMSPECTIVE. 1 17\\nmore. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substanoe fool\\nthe Earth is but a film it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse\\nsink beyond plummet s sounding. Plummet s Fantasy herself will not\\nfollow them. A little while ago they were not a little while and they\\nare not, their very ashes are not.\\nSo has it been from the beginning, and so it will be to the end. Gene-\\nration after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body and forth-\\nissuing from Cimmerian Night, on Heaven s mission appears. What\\nForce and Fire is in each he expends one grinding in the mill of Indus-\\ntry one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science one\\nmadly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow\\nand then the Heaven-sent is recalled his earthly Vesture falls away, and\\nsoon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow. Thus, like some wild-\\nflaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven s Artillery, does this mysterious\\nMankind thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quick-succeeding grandeur,\\nthrough the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing\\nSpirit-host, we emerge from the Inane haste stormfully across the aston-\\nished Earth then plunge again into the Inane. Earth s mountains are\\nlevelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage can the Earth, which is\\nbut dead and a vision, resist Spirits which have reality and are alive\\nOn the hardest adamant some foot-print of us is stamped in the last\\nRear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van. But whence O\\nHeaven, whither Sense knows not Faith knows not only that it is\\nthrough Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God.\\nWe are such stuff\\nAs Dreams are made of, and our little Life\\nIs rounded with a sleep\\nCHAPTER IX,\\nCIRCUMSPECTIVE.\\nHere then arises the so momentous question Have many British\\nReaders actually arrived with us at the new promised country is the\\nPhilosophy of Clothes now at last opening around them Long and\\nadventurous has the journey been from those outmost vulgar, palpable\\nWoollen-Hulls of Man through his wondrous Flesh-Garments, and his\\nwondrous Social Garnitures inwards to the Garments of his very Soul s\\nSoul, to Time and Space themselves And now does the Spiritual,\\neternal Essence of Man and of Mankind, bared of such wrappages, begin\\nin any measure to reveal itself Can many readers discern, as through\\na glass larkly, in huge wavering outlines, some primeval rudiments of\\nMan s Being, what is changeable divided from what is unchangeable\\nDoes that Earth-Spirit s speech in Faust\\nTis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I play,\\nAnd weave for God the Garment thou see st him by\\nor that other thousand-times-repeated speech of the Magician, Shaks-\\npeare\\nAnd like the baseless fabric of this vision,\\nThe cloudcapt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,\\nThe solemn Temples, the great Globe itself,\\nAnd all which it inherit, shall dissolve\\nAnd like this unsubstantial pageant faded,\\nLeave not a wrack behind;\\nbegin to have some meaning for us In a word, do we at length stand\\nsafe in the far region of Poetic Creation and Palingenesia, where that\\nPhcenix Death-Birth of Human Society, and of all Human Things,\\nappears possible, is seen to be inevitable", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "118 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nAlong this most insufficient, unheard-of-Bridge, which the Editor, by\\nHeaven s blessing, has now seen himself enabled to conclude, if not com-\\nplete, it cannot be his sober calculation, but only his fond hope, that\\nmany have travelled without accident. No firm arch, overspanning the\\nImpassible with paved highway, could the Editor construct only, as was\\nsaid, some zigzag series of rafts floating tumultuously thereon. Alas,\\nand the leaps from raft to raft were too often of a breakneck character\\nthe darkness, the nature of the element, all was against us\\nNevertheless, may not here and there one of a thousand, provided with\\na discursiveness of intellect rare in our day, have cleared the passage, in\\nspite of all Happy few little band of Friends be welcome, be of\\ncourage. By degrees, the eye grows accustomed to its new Whereabout\\nthe hand can stretch itself forth to work there it is in this grand and\\nindeed highest work of Palingenesia that ye shall labor, each according\\nto ability. New laborers will arrive; new Bridges will be built: nay,\\nmay not our own poor rope-and-raft Bridge, in your passings and\\nrepassings, be mended in many a point, till it grow quite firm, passable\\neven for the halt\\nMeanwhile, of the innumerable multitude that started with us, joyous\\nand full of hope, where now is the innumerable remainder, whom we see\\nno longer by our side The most have recoiled, and stand gazing afar\\noff, in unsympathetic astonishment, at our career not a few, pressing\\nforward with more courage, have missed footing, or leaped short and\\nnow swim weltering in the Chaos-flood, some towards this shore, some\\ntowards that. To these also a helping hand should be held out at least\\nsome word of encouragement be said.\\nOr, to speak without metaphor, with which mode of utterance\\nTeufelsdrockh unhappily has somewhat infected us, can it be hidden\\nfrom the Editor that many a British Reader sits reading quite bewildered\\nin head, and afilicted rather than instructed by the present Work Yes,\\nlong ago has many a British Reader been, as now, demanding with some-\\nthing like a snarl Whereto does all this lead or what use is in it\\nIn the way of replenishing thy purse, or otherwise aiding thy digestive\\nfaculty, British reader, it leads to nothing, and there is no use in it\\nbut rather the reverse, for it costs thee somewhat. Nevertheless, if\\nthrough this unpromising Horn-gate, Teufelsdrockh, and we by means of\\nhim, have led thee into the true Land of Dreams and through the\\nClothes-Screen, as through a magical Pierre-Pertuis, thou lookest, even\\nfor moments, into the region of the Wonderful, and seest and feelest that thy\\ndaOy life is girt with Wonder, and based on Wonder, and thy very blan-\\nkets and breeches are Miracles, then art thou profited beyond money s\\nworth, and hast a thankfulness towards our Professor nay, perhaps in\\nmany a literary Tea-circle, wilt open thy kind lips, and audibly express\\nthat same.\\nNay, farther; art not thou too perhaps by this time made aware that all\\nSymbols are properly Clothes that all Forms whereby Spirit manifests\\nitself to Sense, whether outwardly or in the imagination, are Clothes;\\nand thus not only the parchment Magna Charta, which a Tailor was\\nnigh cutting into measures, but the Pomp and Authority of Law, the\\nsacredness of Majesty, and all inferior Worships (Worth-ships) are\\nproperly a Vesture and Raiment and the Thirty-nine Articles them-\\nselves are articles of wearing apparel (for the Religious Idea) In\\nwhich case, must it not also be admitted that this Science of Clothes is a\\nhigh one, and may with infinitely deeper study on thy part yield richer\\nfruit that it takes scientific rank beside Codification, and Political Eco-\\nnomy, and the Theory of the British Constitution nay, rather, from its\\nprophetic height looks down on all these, as on so many weaving-shops", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE DANDIACAL BODY. 119\\nand spinning-mills, where the Vestures which it has to fashion, and con-\\nsecrate, and distribute, are, too often by haggard hungry operatives who\\nsee no farther than their nose, mechanically woven and spun\\nBut omitting all this, much more all that concerns Natural Superna-\\nturalism, and indeed whatever has reference to the Ulterior or Transcen-\\ndental Portion of the Science, or bears never so remotely on that promised\\nVolume of the Palingenesie der Tnenschlichen Gesellschaft (Newbirth of\\nSociety), we humbly suggest that no province of Clothes-Philosophy,\\neven the lowest, is without its direct value, but that innumerable\\ninferences of a practical nature may be drawn therefrom. To say\\nnothing of those pregnant considerations, ethical, political, symbolical,\\nwhich crowd on the Clothes-Philosopher from the very threshold of his\\nScience nothing even of those architectural ideas which, as we have\\nseen, lurk at the bottom of all Modes, and will one day, better unfolding\\nthemselves, lead to important revolutions, let us glance for a moment,\\nand with the faintest light of Clothes-Philosophy, on what may be called\\nthe Habilatory Class of our fellow-men. Here too overlooking, where so\\nmuch were to be looked on, the million spinners, weavers, fullers, dyers,\\nwashers, and wringers, that puddle and muddle in their dark recesses, to\\nmake us Clothes, and die that we may live, let us but turn the reader s\\nattention upon two small divisions of mankind, who, like moths, may be\\nregarded as Cloth- animals, creatures that live, move and have their being\\nin Cloth we mean. Dandies and Tailors.\\nIn regard to both which small divisions it may be asserted, without\\nscruple, that the public feeling, unenlightened by Philosophy, is at fault\\nand even that the dictates of humanity are violated. As will perhaps\\nabundantly appear to readers of the two following Chapters.\\nCHAPTER X.\\nTHE DANDIACAL BODY.\\nFirst, touching Dandies, let us consider with some scientific strictness^\\nwhat a Dandy specially is. A Dandy is a Clothes- wearing Man, a Man\\nwhose trade, office, and existence consists in the wearing of Clothes.\\nEvery faculty of his soul, spirit, purse, and person is heroically conse-\\ncrated to this one object, the wearing of Clothes wisely and well so that\\nas others dress to live, he lives to dress. The all-importance of Clothes,\\nwhich a German Professor, of unequalled learning and acumen, writes\\nhis enormous Volume to demonstrate, has sprung up in the intellect of the\\nDandy, without eifort, like an instinct of genius; he is inspired with\\nCloth, a Poet of Cloth. What Teufelsdrdckh would call a Divine Idea\\nof Cloth is born with him and this, like other such Ideas, will express\\nitself outwardly, or wring his heart asunder with unutterable throes.\\nBut, like a generous, creative enthusiast, he fearlessly makes his Idea\\nan Action shows himself, in peculiar guise, to mankind walks forth, a\\nwitness and living Martyr to the eternal Worth of Clothes. We called.\\nhim a Poet is not his body the (stuffed) parchment-skin whereon he\\nwrites, with cunning Huddersfield dyes, a Sonnet to his mistress eye-\\nbrow Say, rather, an Epos, and Clotha Virumque cano, to the whole\\nworld, in Macaronic verses, which he that runs may read. Nay, if you\\ngrant, what seems to be admissible, that the Dandy has a Thinking-prin-\\nciple in him, and some notions of Time and Space, is there not in this\\nLife-devotedness to Cloth, in this so willing sacrifice of the Immortal to\\nthe Perishable, something (though in reverse order) of that blending and", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "120 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nidentification of Eternity with Time, which, as we have seen, constitutes\\nthe Prophetic Character\\nAnd now, for all this perennial Martyrdom, and Poesy, and even Pro-\\nphesy, what is it that the Dandy asks in return Solely, we may say,\\nthat you would recognize his existence would admit him to be a living\\nobject or even failing this, a visual object, or thing that will reflect rays\\nof light. Your silver or your gold (beyond what the niggardly Law has\\nalready secured him) he solicits not simply the glance of your eyes.\\nUnderstand his mystic significance, or altogether miss and misinterpret\\nit do but look at him, and he is contented. May we not well cry shame\\non an ungrateful world, that refuses even this poor boon that will waste\\nits optic faculty on dried Crocodiles, and Siamese Twins and over the\\ndomestic wonderful wonder of wonders, a live Dandy, glance with hasty\\nindifiference, and a scarcely concealed contempt Him no Zoologist\\nclasses among the Mammalia, no Anatomist dissects with care when did\\nwe see any injected Preparation of the Dandy, in our Museums any\\nspecimen of him preserved in spirits Lord Herringbone may dress him-\\nself in a snufF-brown suit, with snufF-brown shirt and shoes it skills not\\nthe undiscerning public, occupied with grosser wants, passes by regard-\\nless on the other side.\\nThe age of Curiosity, like that of Chivalry, is indeed, properly speak-\\ning, gone. Yet perhaps only gone to sleep for here arises the Clothes-\\nPhilosophy to resuscitate, strangely enough, both the one and the other\\nShould sound views of this Science come to prevail, the essential nature\\nof the British Dandy, and the mystic significance that lies in him, cannot\\nalways remain hidden under laughable and lamentable hallucination.\\nThe following long Extract from Professor Teufelsdrockh may set the\\nmatter, if not in its true light, yet in the way towards such. It is to be\\nregretted, however, that here, as so often elsewhere, the Professor s keen\\nphilosophic perspicacity is somewhat marred by a certain mixture of\\nalmost owlish purblindness, or else of some perverse, ineffectual, ironic\\ntendency, our readers shall judge which\\nIn these distracted times, writes he, when the Religious Princi-\\nple, driven out of most Churches, either lies unseen in the hearts of good\\nmen, looking and longing and silently working there towards some new\\nRevelation or else wanders homeless over the world, like a disembodied\\nsoul seeking its terrestrial organization, into how many strange shapes,\\nof Superstition and Fanaticism, does it not tentatively and errantly cast\\nitself! The higher Enthusiasm of man s nature is for the while without\\nExponent yet must it continue indestructible, unAveariedly active, and\\nwork blindly in the great chaotic deep thus Sect after Sect, and Church\\nafter Church, bodies itself forth, and melts again into new metamorphosis.\\nChiefly is this observable in England, which, as the wealthiest and\\nworst-instructed of European nations, offers precisely the elements (of\\nHeat namely, and of Darkness), in which such moon-calves and monstro-\\nsities are best generated. Among the newer Sects of that country, one\\nof the most notable, and closely connected with our present subject, is that\\nof the Dandies concerning which, what little information I have been\\nable to procure may fitly stand here.\\nIt is true, certain of the English Journalists, men generally without\\nsense for the Religious Principle, or judgment for its manifestations,\\nspeak, in their brief, enigmatic notices, as if this were perhaps rather a\\nSecular Sect, and not a Religious one nevertheless, to the psychologic\\neye its devotional and even sacrificial character plainly enough reveals\\nitself. Whether it belongs to the class of Fetish- worships, or of Hero-\\nworships or Polytheisms, or to what other class may in the present state\\nof our intelligence remain undecided (schweben). A certain touch of", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE DANDIACAL BODY. 121\\nManicheism, not indeed in the Gnostic shape, is discernible enough also\\n(for human Error walks in a cycle, and reappears at intervals) a not in-\\nconsiderable resemblance to that Superstition of the Athos Monks, who,\\nby fasting from all nourishment, and looking intensely for a length of\\ntime into their own navels, came to discern therein the true Apocalypse\\nof Nature, and Heaven Unveiled. To my own surmise, it appears as if\\nthis Dandiacal Sect were but a new modification, adapted to the new\\ntime, of that primeval Superstition, Self Worship which Zerdusht,\\nQuangfoutchee, Mohammed, and others, strove rather to subordinate and\\nrestrain than to eradicate and which only in the purer forms of Reli-\\ngion has been altogether rejected. Wherefore, if any one chooses to\\nname it revived Ahrimanism, or a new figure of Demon- Worship, I have,\\nso far as is yet visible, no objection.\\nFor the rest, these people, animated with the zeal of a new Sect, dis-\\nplay courage and perseverance, and what force there is in man s nature\\nthough never so enslaved. They affect great purity and separatism\\ndistinguish themselves by a particular costume (whereof some notices\\nwere given in the earlier part of this Volume) likewise, so far as possi-\\nble, by a particular speech (apparently some broken Lingua-franca, or\\nEnglish-French) and on the whole, strive to maintain a true Nazarene\\ndeportment, and keep themselves unspotted from the world.\\nThey have their Temples, whereof the chief, as the Jewish Temple\\ndid, stands in their metropolis and is named Mmacks, a. word of uncer-\\ntain etymology. They worship principally by night and have their\\nHighpriests and Highpriestesses, who, however, do not continue for life.\\nThe rites, by some supposed to be of the Menadic sort, or perhaps with\\nan Eleusinian or Cabiric character, are held strictly secret. JVor are\\nSacred Books wanting to the Sect; these ihej call Fashionable Novels\\nhowever, the Canon is not completed, and some are canonical and\\nothers not.\\nOf such Sacred Books, I, not without expense, procured myself some\\nsamples and in hope of true insight, and with the zeal which beseems\\nan Inquirer into Clothes, set to interpret and study them. But wholly\\nto no purpose that tough faculty of reading, for which the world will\\nnot refuse me credit, was here for the first time foiled and set at naught.\\nIn vain that I summoned my whole energies {mich weidlich anstrengte),\\nand did my very utmost at the end of some short space, I was uniformly\\nseized with not so much what I can call a drumming in my ears, as a\\nkind of infinite, unsufferable Jew s-harping and scrannel-piping there\\nto which the frightfullest species of Magnetic Sleep soon supervened.\\nAnd if I strove to shake this away, and absolutely would not yield, came\\na hitherto unfelt sensation, as of Delirium Tremens, and a melting into\\ntotal deliquium till at last, by order of the Doctor, dreading ruin to my\\nwhole intellectual and bodily faculties, and a general breaking up of the\\nconstitution, I reluctantly but determinedly forbore. Was there some\\nmiracle at work here like those Fire-balls, and supernal and infernal\\nprodigies, that, in the case of the Jewish Mysteries, have also more than\\nonce scared back the Alien Be this as it may, such failure on my part,\\nafter best effoits, must excuse the imperfection of this sketch; altogether\\nincomplete, yet the completes! I could give of a Sect too singular to be\\nomitted.\\nLoving my own life and senses as I do, no power shall induce me, as\\na private individual, to open another Fashionable Novel. But luckily, in\\nthis dilemma, comes a hand from the clouds whereby if not victory, de-\\nliverance is held out to me. Round one of those Book-packages, which\\nthe Stillschweig n sche Buchhandlung is in the habit of importing from\\nEngland, come, as is usual, various waste print ed-sheets (viacalatur-\\n11", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "122 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nblatter), h^ way of interior wrappage into these the Clothes-Philoso-\\npher, with a certain Mohammedan reverence even for waste paper, where\\ncurious knowledge will sometimes hover, disdains not to cast his eye.\\nReaders may judge of his astonishment when on such a defaced stray\\nsheet, probably the outcast fraction of some English Periodical, such as\\nthey name Magazine, appears something like a Dissertation on this very\\nsubject of Fashionable Novels It sets out, indeed, chiefly from the Secu-\\nlar point of view directing itself, not without asperity, against some to\\nme unknown individual, named Pelham, who seems to be a mystagogue,\\nand leading Teacher and Preacher of the Sect so that, what indeed\\notherwise was not to be expected in such a fugitive fragmentary sheet, the\\ntrue secret, the religious Physiognomy and physiology of the Dandiacal\\nBody, is nowise laid fully open there. Nevertheless, scattered lights do\\nfrom time to time sparkle out, whereby I have endeavored to profit. Nay,\\nin one passage selected from the Prophecies, or Mythic Theogonies, or\\nwhatever they are (for the style seems very mixed) of this Mystagogue,\\nI find what appears to be a Confession of Faith, or Whole Duty of Man,\\naccording to the tenets of that Sect. Which Confession, or whole Duty,\\ntherefore, as proceeding from a source so authentic, I shall here arrange\\nunder Seven distinct Articles, and in very abridged shape, lay before the\\nGerman world therewith taking leave of this matter. Observe, also,\\nthat to avoid possibility of error, I quote literally from the Original\\nARTICLES OF FAITH;\\n1. Coats should have nothing of the triangle about them; at the\\nsame time, wrinkles behind should be carefully avoided.\\n2. The collar is a very important point it should be low behind\\nand slightly rolled.\\n3. No licence of fashion can allow a man of delicate taste to adopt\\nthe posterial luxuriance of a Hottentot.\\n4. There is safety in a swallow-tail.\\n5. The good sense of a gentleman is nowhere more finely developed\\nthan in his rings.\\n6. It is permitted to mankind, under certain restrictions, to wear\\nwhite waistcoats.\\n7. The trowsers must be exceedingly tight across the hips.\\nAll which Propositions I, for the present, content myself with\\nmodestly but peremptorily and irrevocably denying.\\nIn strange contrast with this Dandiacal Body stands another British\\nSect, originally, as I understand, of Ireland, where its chief seat still is\\nbut known also in the main Island, and indeed everywhere rapidly\\nspreading. As this Sect has hitherto emitted no Canonical Books, it\\nremains to me in the same state of obscurity as the Dandiacal, which has\\npublished Books that the unassisted human faculties are inadequate to\\nread. The members appear to be designated by a considerable diversity\\nof names, according to their various places of establishment in England\\nthey are generally called the Drudge Sect also, unphilosophically\\nenough, the White Negroes and, chiefly in scorn by those of other com-\\nmunions, the Ragged-Beggar Sect. In Scotland, again, I find them\\nentitled Hallanshakers, or the Stook-of-Buds Sect any individual com-\\nmunicant is named Stodk-of-Duds (that is. Shock of Rags), in allusion,\\ndoubtless, to their professional Costume. While in Ireland, which,\\nas mentioned, is their grand parent hive, they go by a perplexing\\nmultiplicity of designations, such as Bogtrotters, Redshanks, Ribbonmen,\\nCottiers, Peep-of-Datj Boys, Babes of the Wood, Rockites, Poor-Slaves\\nwhich last, however, seems to be the primary and generic name\\nwhereto, probably enough, the others are only subsidiary species, or", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE DANDIACAL BODY. 123\\nslight varieties or, at most, propagated offsets from the parent stem,\\nwhose minute subdivisions, and shades of difference, it were here loss of\\ntime to dwell on. Enough for us to understand, what seems indubitable,\\nthat the original Sect is that of the Poor-Slaves whose doctrines,\\npractices, and fundamental characteristics, pervade and animate the\\nwhole Body, howsoever denominated or outwardly diversified.\\nThe precise speculative tenets of this Brotherhood how the\\nUniverse, and Man, and Man s Life, picture themselves to the mind of\\nan Irish Poor-Slave with what feelings and opinions he looks forward\\non the Future, round on the Present, back on the Past, it were extremely\\ndifficult to specify. Something Monastic there appears to be in their\\nConstitution we find them bound by the two Monastic Vows, of Poverty\\nand Obedience which Vows, especially the former, it is said, they\\nobserve with great strictness nay, as I have understood it, they are\\npledged, and be it by any solemn Nazarene ordination or not, irrevocably\\nenough consecrated thereto, even before birth. That the third Vow, of\\nChastity, is rigidly enforced among them, I find no ground to conjecture.\\nFurthermore, they appear to imitate the Dandiacal Sect in their\\ngrand principle of wearing a peculiar Costume. Of which Irish Poor-\\nSlave Costume no description will indeed be found in the present Volume\\nfor this reason, that by the imperfect organ of Language it did not seem\\ndescribable. Their raiment consists of innumerable skirts, lappets, and\\nirregular wings, of all cloths and of all colours through the labyrinthic\\nintricacies of which their bodies are introduced by some unknown process.\\nIt is fastened together by a multiplex combinations of buttons, thrums,\\nand skewers to which frequently is added a girdle of leather, of hempen\\nor even of straw rope, round the loins. To straw rope, indeed, they seem\\npartial, and often wear it by way of sandals. In head-dress they affect a\\ncertain freedom hats with partial brim, without crown, or with only a\\nloose, hinged, or valve crown in the former case, they sometimes invert\\nthe hat, and wear it brim uppermost, like a University-cap, with what\\nview is unknown.\\nThe name, Poor-Slaves, seems to indicate a Slavonic, Polish, or\\nRussian origin not so, however, the interior essence and spirit of their\\nSuperstition, which rather displays a Teutonic or Druidical character.\\nOne might fancy them worshippers of Hertha, or the Earth for they dig\\nand affectionately work continually in her bosom or else, shut up in\\nprivate Oratories, meditate and manipulate the substances derived from\\nher seldom looking up towards the Heavenly Luminaries, and then with\\ncomparative indifference. Like the Druids, on the other hand, they live\\nin dark dwellings often even breaking their glass-windows, where they\\nfind such, and stuffing them up with pieces of raiment, or other opaque\\nsubstances, till the fit obscurity is restored. Again, like all followers of\\nNature-Worship, they are liable to out-breakings of an enthusiasm\\nrising to ferocity and burn men, if not in wicker idols, yet in sod cottages.\\nIn respect of diet, they have also their observances. All Poor-Slaves\\nare Rhizophagous (or Root-eaters) a few are Ichthyophagous, and use\\nSalted Herrings other animal food they abstain from except indeed,\\nwith perhaps some strange inverted fragment of a Brahminical feeling,\\nsuch animals as die a natural death. Their universal sustenance is the\\nroot named Potato, cooked by fire alone and generally without condi-\\nment or relish of any kind, save an unknown condiment named Point,\\ninto the meaning of which I have vainly inquired the victual Potatoes-\\nand-Point not appearing, at least not with specified accuracy of descrip-\\ntion, in any European Gookery-Book whatever. For drink they use\\nwith an almost epigrammatic counterpoise of taste. Milk, which is the\\nmildest of liquors, and Potheen which is the fiercest. This latter I have", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "124 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\ntasted, a well as the English Bkbe-Ruin, and the Scotch Whisky,\\nanalogous fluids used by the Sect in those countries it evidently contains\\nsome form of alcohol, in the highest state of concentration, though\\ndisguised with acrid oils and is, on the whole, the most pungent\\nsubstance known to me, indeed, a perfect liquid fire. In all their\\nReligious Solemnities, Potheen is said to be an indispensable requisite,\\nand largely consumed.\\nAn Irish Traveller, of perhaps common veracity, who presents him-\\nself under the to me unmeaning title of The late John Bernard, offers the\\nfollowing sketch of a domestic establishment, the inmates whereof, though\\nsuch is not stated expressly, appear to have been of that Faith. Thereby\\nshall my German readers now behold an Irish Poor-Slave, as it were with\\ntheir own eyes and even see him at meat. Moreover, in the so precious\\nwaste-paper sheet, above mentioned, I have found some corresponding\\npicture of a Dandiacal Household, painted by that same Dandiacal Mysta-\\ngogue, or Theogonist this, also, by way of counterpart and contrast, the\\nworld shall look into.\\nFirst, therefore,, of the Poor-Slave, who appears likewise to have\\nbeen a species of Innkeeper. I quote from the original The furniture\\nof this Caravansera consisted of a large iron Pot, two oaken Tables, two\\nBenches, two Chairs, and a Potheen Noggin. There was a Loft above\\n(attainable by a ladder), upon which the inmates slept and the space\\nbelow was divided by a hurdle into two Apartments the one for their\\ncow and pig, the other for themselves and guests. On entering the house\\nwe discovered the family, eleven in number, at dinner the father sitting\\nat the top, the mother at bottom, the children on each side of a large\\noaken Board which was scooped out in the middle, like a Trough, to\\nreceive the contents of their Pot of Potatoes. Little holes were cut at\\nequal distances to contain Salt and a bowl of Milk stood on the table\\nall the luxuries of meat and beer, bread, knives, and dishes were dis-\\npensed with. The Poor-Slave himself our Traveller found, a he says,\\nbroad-backed, black-browed, of great personal strength, and mouth from\\near to ear. His Wife was a sun-browned but well-featured woman and\\nhis young ones, bare and chubby, had the appetite of ravens. Of their\\nPhilosophical, or Religious tenets or observances, no notice or hint.\\nBut now, secondly, of the Dandiacal Household; in which, truly,\\nthat often-mentioned Mystagogue and inspired Penman himself has his\\nabode A Dressing-room splendidly furnished violet-colored curtains,\\nchairs and ottomans of the same hue. Two full-length Mirrors are\\nplaced, one on each side of a table, which supports the luxuries of the\\nToilet. Several Bottles of Perfumes, arranged in a peculiar fashion,\\nstand upon a smaller table of mother-of-pearl opposite to these are\\nplaced the appurtenances of Lavation rich wrought in frosted silver. A\\nWardrobe of Buhl is on the left the doors of which being partly open\\ndiscover a profusion of Clothes Shoes of a singularly small size monopo-\\nlise the lower shelves. Fronting the wardrobe a door ajar gives some\\nslight glimpse of a Bath-room. Folding-doors in the back-ground.\\nEnter the Author, our Theogonist in person, obsequiously preceded by\\na French Valet, in white silk Jacket and cambric Apron.\\nSuch are the two Sects, which, at this moment, divide the more un-\\nsettled portion of the British People and agitate that ever-vexed country.\\nTo the eye of the political Seer, their mutual relation, pregnant with the\\nelements of discord and hostility, is far from consoling. These two prin-\\nciples of Dandiacal Self-worship or Demon-worship, and Poor-Slavish or\\nDrudgical Earth-worship, or whatever that same Drudgism may be, do as\\nyet indeed manifest themselves under distant and nowise considerable\\nshapes nevertheless, in their roots and subterranean ramifications, thej", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE DANDIACAL BODY. 125\\nextend through the entire structure of Society, and work unweariedly in\\nthe secret depths of English national Existence striving to separate and\\nisolate it into two contradictory, uncommunicating masses.\\nIn numbers, and even individual strength, the Poor-Slaves or Drudges,\\nit would seem, are hourly increasing. The Dandiacal, again, is by\\nnature no proselytising Sect but it boasts of great hereditary resources,\\nand is strong by union whereas the Drudges, split into parties, have as\\nyet no rallying-point or at best, only co-operate by means of partial\\nsecret affiliations. If, indeed, there were to arise a Communion of\\nDrudges, as there is already a Communion of Saints, what strangest\\neffects would follow therefrom Dandyism as yet affects to look down\\non Drudgism but perhaps the hour of trial, when it will be practically\\nseen which ought to look down, and which up, is not so distant.\\nTo me it seems probable that the two Sects will one day part Eng-\\nland between them each recruiting itself from the intermediate ranks,\\ntill there be none left to enlist on either side. Those Dandiacal Mani-\\ncheans, with the host of Dandyising Christians, will form one body the\\nDrudges gathering round them whosoever is Drudgical, be he Christian\\nor Infidel Pagan sweeping up likewise all manner of Utilitarians, Radi-\\ncals, refractory Potwallopers, and so forth, into their general mass, will\\nform another. I could liken Dandyism and Drudgism to two bottomless\\nboiling Whirlpools that had broken out on opposite quarters of the firm\\nland as yet they appear only disquieted, foolishly bubbling wells, which\\nman s art might cover in yet mark them, their diameter is daily widen-\\ning they are hollow Cones that boil up from the infinite Deep, over\\nwhich your firm land is but a thin crust or rind Thus daily is the\\nintermediate land crumbling in, daily the empire of the two Buchan-\\nBuUers extending till now there is but a foot-plank, a mere film of Land\\nbetween them this too is washed away and then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we have the true\\nHell of Waters, and Noah s Deluge is outdeluged\\nOr better, I might call them two boundless, and indeed unexampled\\nElectric Machines (turned by the Machinery of Society with batteries\\nof opposite quality Drudgism the Negative, Dandyism the Positive one\\nattracts hourly towards it and appropriates all the Positive Electricity of\\nthe Nation (namely, the Money thereof) the other is equally busy with\\nthe Negative (that is to say the Hunger), which is equally potent.\\nHitherto you see only partial transient sparkles and sputters but wait a\\nlittle, till the entire nation is in an electric state till your whole vital\\nElectricity, no longer healthfully Neutral, is cut into two isolated por-\\ntions of Positive and Negative (of Money and of Hunger) and stands there\\nbottled up in two World Batteries The stirring of a child s finger brings\\nthe two together and then What then The Earth is but shivered\\ninto impalpable smoke by that Doom s-thunderpeal the Sun misses one\\nof his Planets in Space, and thenceforth there are no eclipses of the\\nMoon. Or better still, I might liken\\nOh enough, enough of likenings and similitudes in excess of which,\\ntruly, it is hard to say whether Teufelsdrockh or ourselves sin the more.\\nWe have often blamed him for a habit of wire-drawing and over-refin-\\ning from of old we have been familiar with his tendency to Mysticism\\nand Religiosity, whereby in everything he was still scenting out Religion\\nbut never perhaps did these amaurosis sufiusions so cloud and distort his\\notherwise most piercing vision, as in this of the Dandiacal Body Or\\nwas there something of intended satire is the Professor and Seer not\\nquite the blinkard he affects to be Of an ordinary mortal we should\\nhave decisit^ely answered in the affirmative but with a Teufelsdrockh\\nthere ever hovers some shade of doubt. In the meanwhile if satire were\\nactually intended, the case is little better. There are not wanting men\\n11*", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "126 SARTOE RESARTUS.\\nwho will answer Does your Professor take us for simpletons His\\nirony has overshot itself; we see through it, and perhaps through hina.\\nCHAPTER XI.\\nTAILORS.\\nThus, however, has our first Practical Inference from the Clothes-\\nPhilosophy, that which respects Dandies, been sufficiently drawn and\\nwe come now to the second, concerning Tailors. On this latter our\\nopinion happily quite coincides with that of Teufelsdrockh himself as\\nexpressed in the concluding page of his Volume to whom therefore we\\nwillingly give place. Let him speak his own last words, in his own way\\nUpwards of a century, says he, must elapse, and still the bleeding\\nfight of Freedom be fought, whoso is noblest perishing in the van, and\\nthrones be hurled on altars like Pelion on Ossa, and the Moloch of Ini-\\nquity have his victims, and the Michael of Justice his martyrs, before\\nTailors can be admitted to their true prerogatives of manhood, and this\\nlast wound of suffering Humanity be closed.\\nIf aught in the history of the world s blindness could surprise us,\\nhere might we indeed pause and wonder. An idea has gone abroad, and\\nfixed itself down into a wide-spreading -rooted error, that Tailors are a\\ndistinct species in Physiology, not Men, but fractional Parts of a Man.\\nCall any one a Schneider (Cutter, Tailor), is it not, in our dislocated,\\nhood- winked, and indeed delirious condition of Society, equivalent to de-\\nfying his perpetual fellest enmity The epithet Schneidermdssig (Tailor-\\nlike) betokens an otherwise unapproachable degree of pusillanimity we\\nintroduce a Tailor^s Melancholy, more opprobrious than any Leprosy, into\\nour Books of Medicine and fable I know not what of his generating it\\nby living on Cabbage. Why should I speak of Hans Sachs (himself a\\nShoemaker, or kind of Leather-Tailor), with his Schneider mil dem\\nPanier Why of Shakspeare, in his Taming of the Shrew, and else-\\nwhere Does it not stand on record that the English Queen Elizabeth,\\nreceiving a deputation of Eighteen Tailors, addressed them with a Good\\nmorning, gentlemen both Did not the same virago boast that she had\\na Cavalry Regiment, whereof neither horse nor man could be injured\\nher Regiment, namely, of Tailors on Mares Thus everywhere is the\\nfalsehood taken for granted, and acted on as an indisputable fact.\\nNevertheless, need I put the question to any Physiologist, Whether it\\nis disputable or not Seems it not at least presumable, that, under his\\nClothes, the Tailor has bones, and viscera, and other muscles than the\\nsartorius Which function of manhood is the Tailor not conjectured to\\nperform Can he not arrest for Debt Is he not in most countries a\\ntax-paying animal\\nTo no reader of this Volume can it be doubtful which conviction is\\nmine. Nay, if the fruit of these long vigils, and almost preternatural In-\\nquiries is not to perish utterly, the world will have approximated towards\\na higher Truth and the doctrine, which Swift, with the keen forecast of\\ngenius, dimly anticipated, will stand revealed in clear light that the\\nTailor is not only a Man, but something of a Creator or Divinity. Of\\nFranklin it was said that he snatched the Thunder from Heaven and the\\nSceptre from Kings but which is greater, I would ask, he that lends, or\\nhe that snatches For, looking away from individual cases, and how a\\nMan is by the Tailor new created into a Nobleman, and clothed not only\\nwith Wool but with Dignity and a Mystic Dominion, is not the fair\\nfabric of Society itself, with all its royal mantles and pontifical stoles,", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL. 127\\nwhereby, from nakedness and dismemberment, we are organized into\\nPolities, into Nations, and a whole co-operating Mankind, the creation,\\nas has here been often irrefragably evinced, of the Tailor alone What\\ntoo are all Poets, and moral Teachers, but a species of Metaphorical\\nTailors Touching which high Guild the greatest living Guild-Brother\\nhas triumphantly asked us Nay, if thou wilt have it, who but the Poet\\nfirst made Gods for men brought them down to us and raised us up to\\nthem r\\nAnd this is he, whom sitting downcast, on the hard basis of his Shop-\\nboard, the world treats with contumely, as the ninth part of a man\\nLook up, thou much injured one, look up with the kindling eye of hope,\\nand prophetic bodings of a nobler better time. Too long hast thou sat\\nthere, on crossed legs, wearing thy ancle-joints to horn like some sacred\\nAnchorite, or Catholic Fakir, doing penance, drawing down Heaven s\\nrichest blessings, for a world that scoffed at thee. Be of hope Already\\nstreaks of blue peer through our clouds the thick gloom of Ignorance is\\nrolling asunder, and it will be day. Mankind will repay with interest\\ntheir long-accumulated debt the Anchorite that was scoffed at will be\\nworshipped the Fraction will become not an Integer only, but a Square\\nand Cube. With astonishment the world will recognize that the Tailor\\nis its Hierophant, and Hierarch, or even its God.\\nAs I stood in the Mosque of St. Sophia, and looked upon these Four-\\nand-Twenty Tailors, sewing and embroidering that rich Cloth, which the\\nSultan sends yearly for the Caaba of Mecca, I thought within myself\\nHow many other Unholies has your covering Art made holy, besides this\\nArabian Whinstone\\nStill more touching was it when, turning the corner of a lane, in the\\nScottish Town of Edinburgh, I came upon a Signpost, whereon stood\\nwritten that such and such a one was ^Breeches-Maker to his Majesty;\\nand stood painted the Effigies of a Pair of Leather Breeches, and between\\nthe knees these memorable words. Sic itur ad astra. Was not this the\\nmartyr prison-speech of a Tailor sighing indeed in bonds, yet sighing\\ntowards deliverance and prophetically appealing to a better day A\\nday of justice, when the worth of Breeches would be revealed to man,\\nand the Scissors become for ever venerable.\\nNeither, perhaps, may I now say, has his appeal been altogether in\\nvain. It was in this high moment, when the soul, rent, as it were, and\\nshed asunder, is open to inspiring influence, that I first conceived this\\nWork on Clothes the greatest I can ever hope to do which has\\nalready, after long retardations, occupied, and will yet occupy, so large a\\nsection of my Life and of which the Primary and simpler Portion may\\nhere find its conclusion.\\nCHAPTER XII.\\nFAREWELL.\\nSo have we endeavored, from the enormous, amorphous Plumpudding,\\nmore like a Scottish Haggis, which Herr Teufelsdrockh had kneaded for\\nhis fellow mortals, to pick out the choicest Plums, and present them\\nseparately on a cover of our own. A laborious, perhaps a thankless\\nenterprise in which, however, something of hope has occasionally\\ncheered us, and of which we can now wash our hands not altogether\\nwithout satisfaction. If hereby, though in barbaric wise, some morsel of\\nspiritual nourishment have been added to the scanty ration of our\\nbeloved British world, what nobler recompense could the Editor desire", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "128 SARTOR RESARTUS.\\nIf it prove otherwise, why should he murmur Was not this a Task\\nwhich Destiny, in any case, had appointed him which having now done\\nwith he sees his general Day s-work so much the lighter, so much the\\nshorter\\nOf Professor Teufelsdrockh it seems impossible to take 4eave without\\na mingled feeling of astonishment, gratitude and disapproval. Who will\\nnot regret that talents, which might have profited in the higher walks of\\nPhilosophy, or in Art itself, have been so much devoted to a rummaging\\namong lumber-rooms nay, too often to a scraping in kennels, where lost\\nrings and diamond-necklaces are nowise the sole conquests Regret is\\nunavoidable yet censure were loss of time. To cure him of his mad\\nhumors British Criticism would essay in vain enough for her if she\\ncan, by vigilance, prevent the spreading of such among ourselves. What\\na result, should this piebald, entangled hyper-metaphorical style of\\nwriting not to say of thinking, become general among our Literary men\\nAs it might so easily do. Thus has not the Editor himself, working over\\nTeufelsdrockh s German, lost much of his own English purity Even\\nas the smaller whirlpool is sucked into the larger, and made to whirl\\nalong with it, so must the lesser mind, in this instance, become portion\\nof the greater, and, like it, see all things figuratively which habit time\\nand assiduous efibrt will be needed to eradicate.\\nNevertheless, wayward as our Professor shows himself, is there any\\nreader that can part with him in declared enmity Let us confess, there\\nis that in the wild, much-sufiering, much-inflicting man, which almost\\nattaches us. His attitude, we will hope and believe, is that of a man\\nwho had said to Cant, Begone and to Dilettantism, Here thou canst not\\nbe and to Truth, Be thou in place of all to me a man who had man-\\nfully defied the Time-Prince, or Devil, to his face nay, perhaps,\\nHannibal-like, was mysteriously consecrated from birth to that warfare,\\nand now stood minded to wage the same, by all weapons, in all places, at\\nall times. In such a cause, any soldier, were he but a Polack Scythe-\\nman, shall be welcome.\\nStill the question returns on us How could a man occasionally of keen\\ninsight, not without keen sense of propriety, who had real Thoughts to\\ncommunicate, resolve to emit them in a shape bordering so closely on the\\nabsurd Which question he were wiser than the present Editor who\\nshould satisfactorily answer. Our conjecture has sometimes been that\\nperhaps Necessity as well as Choice was concerned in it. Seems it not\\nconceivable that, in a Life like our Professor s where so much bountifully\\ngiven by Nature had in Practice failed and misgone. Literature also\\nwould never rightly prosper that striving with his characteristic\\nvehemence to paint this and the other Picture, and ever without success,\\nhe at last desperately dashes his sponge, full of all colours, against the\\ncanvass, to try whether it will paint Foam With all his stillness, there\\nwere perhaps in TeufelsdrOckh desperation enough for this.\\nA second conjecture we hazard with even less warranty. It is that\\nTeufelsdrockh is not without some touch of the universal feeling, a wish\\nto proselytise. How often already have we paused, uncertain whether\\nthe basis of this so enigmatic nature were really Stoicism and Despair, or\\nLove and Hope only seared into the figure of these Remarkable, more-\\nover, is this saying of his How were Friendship possible In mutual\\ndevotedness to the Good and True otherwise impossible except as\\nArmed Neutrality, or. hollow Commercial League. A man, be the\\nHeavens ever praised, is suflicient for himself; yet were ten men, united\\nin Love, capable of being and of doing what ten thousand singly would\\nfail in. Infinite is the help man can yield to man. And now in con-\\njunction therewith consider this other It is the Night of the World,\\nand still long till it be Day we wander amid the glimmer of smoking", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE DANDIACAL BODY. 129\\nruins aud the Sun and the Stars of Heaven are as blotted out for a season\\nand two immeasurable Fantoms, Hypocrisy and Atheism, with the\\nGowle, Sensuality, stalk abroad over the Earth, and call it theirs well\\nat ease are the Sleepers for whom Existence is a shallow Dream.\\nBut what of the awestruck Wakeful who find it a Reality Should\\nnot these unite since even an authentic Spectre is not visible to Two\\nIn which case were this enormous Clothes-Volume properly an enormous\\nPitchpan, which our Teufelsdrdckh in his lone watchtower had kindled,\\nthat it might flame far and wide through the Night, and many a discon-\\nsolately wandering spirit be guided thither to a Brother s bosom We\\nsay as before, with all his malign indifference, who knows what mad\\nHopes this man may harbor\\nMeanwhile there is one fact to be stated here, which harmonises ill\\nwith such conjecture; and, indeed, were Teufelsdrockh made like other\\nmen, might as good as altogether subvert it. Namely, that while the\\nBeacon-fire blazed its brightest, the Watchman had quitted it that no\\npilgrim could now ask him Watchman, what of the Night Professor\\nTeufelsdrockh, be it known, is no longer visibly present at Weissnichtwo,\\nbut again to all appearance lost in Space Some time ago, the Hofrath\\nHeuschrecke was pleased to favor us with another copious Epistle;\\nwherein much is said about the Population-Institute much repeated\\nin praise of the Paperbag Documents, the hieroglyphic nature of which\\nour Hofrath still seems not to have surmised and, lastly, the strangest\\noccurrence communicated, to us for the first time, in the following para-\\ngraph\\nEw. Wohlgebohren will have seen, from the public Prints, with what\\naffectionate and hitherto fruitless solicitude Weissnichtwo regards the\\ndisappearance of her Sage. Might but the united voice of Germany pre-\\nvail on him to return nay, could we but so much as elucidate for our-\\nselves by what mystery he went away But, alas, old Leischen experi-\\nences or affects the profoundest deafness, the profoundest ignorance in\\nthe Wahngasse all lies swept, silent, sealed up the Privy Council itself\\ncan hitherto elicit no answer.\\nIt had been remarked that while the agitating news of those Pari-\\nsian Three Days flew from mouth to mouth, and dinned every ear in\\nWeissnichtwo, Herr Teufelsdrockh was not known, at the Ganse or else-\\nwhere, to have spoken, for a whole week, any syllable except once these\\nthree Es geht an (It is beginning). Shortly after, as Ew. Wohlgebohren\\nknows, wns the public tranquillity here, as in Berlin, threatened by a\\nSedition of the Tailors. Nor did there want Evil-wishers, or perhaps\\nmere desperate Alarmists, who asserted that the closing Chapter of the\\nClothes- Volume was to blame. In this appalling crisis, the serenity of\\nour Philosopher was indescribable nay, perhaps, through one humble\\nindividual, something thereof might pass into the Rath (Council) itself\\nand so contribute to the country s deliverance. The Tailors are now\\nentinely pacificated. To neither of these two incidents can I attribute\\nour loss yet still comes there the shadow of a suspicion out of Paris and\\nits Politics. For example, when the Saint-Simonian Society transmitted\\nits Propositions hither, and the whole Ganse was one vast cackle of\\nlaughter, lamentation, and astonishment, our Sage sat mute; and at the\\nend of the third evening, said merely Here also are men who have\\ndiscovered, not without amazement, that Man is still Man; of which\\nhigh, long-forgotien Truth you already see them make a false applica-\\ntion. Since then, as has been ascertained by examination of the Post-\\nDirector, there passed at least one Letter with its Answer between the\\nMessieurs Bazard-Enfantin and our Professor himself; of what tenor can\\nnow only be conjectured. On the fifth night following, he was seen for\\nthe last time", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "130 SARTOR RESASTUS.\\nHas this invaluable man, so obnoxious to most of the hostile Sects\\nthat convulse our Era, been spirited away by certain of their emissaries\\nor did he go forth voluntarily to their head-quarters to confer with them,\\nand confront them Reason we have, at least of a negative sort, to\\nbelieve the Lost still living our widowed heart also whispers that ere\\nlong he will himself give a sign. Otherwise, indeed, must his archives,\\none day, be opened by Authority where much, perhaps the Palingenesie\\nitself, is thought to be reposited.\\nThus far the Hofrath who vanishes, as is his wont, too like an Ignis\\nFatuus, leaving the dark still darker.\\nSo that Teufelsdrdckh s public History were not done then, or reduced\\nto an even, unromantic tenor nay, perhaps, the better part thereof were\\nonly beginning? We stand in a region of conjectures, where substance\\nhas melted into shadow, and one cannot be distinguished from the other.\\nMay Time, which solves or suppresses all problems, throw glad light on\\nthis also. Our own private conjecture, now amounting almost to cer-\\ntainty, is that, safe-moored in some stillest obscurity, not to lie always\\nstill, Teufelsdrockh is actually in London\\nHere, however, can the present Editor, with an ambrosial joy as of\\nover-weariness falling into sleep, lay down his pen. Well does he know,\\nif human testimony be worth aught, that to innumerable British readers\\nlikewise, this is a satisfying consummation that innumerable British\\nreaders consider him, during these current months, but as an uneasy\\ninterruption to their ways of thought and digestion, not without a certain\\nirritancy and even spoken invective. For which, as for other mercies,\\nought he not thank the Upper Powers To one and all of you, irritat-\\ned readers, he, with outstretched arms and open heart, will wave a kind\\nfarewell. Thou too, miraculous Entity, that namest thyself Yorke and\\nOliver, and with thy vivacities and genialities, with thy all- too Irish\\nmirth and madness, and odor of palled punch, makest such strange\\nwork, farewell long as thou canst, fare-well Have we not, in the\\ncourse of Eternity, travelled some months of our Life-journey in partial\\nsight of one another have we not lived together, though in a state of\\nquarrel", "height": "3463", "width": "2040", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "JUN 15 ra ^5", "height": "3463", "width": "1985", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process.\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: March 2009\\nPreservationTechnologies\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION\\n111 Thomson Park Drive", "height": "3463", "width": "1985", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3767", "width": "2179", "jp2-path": "sartorresartusli03carl_0142.jp2"}}