雨果 悲惨世界 英文版2-第38章

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e　moved　Aristogeiton；　he；　like　Harmodius；　thought　flowers　good　for　nothing　except　to　conceal　the　sword。　He　was　severe　in　his　enjoyments。
　　He　chastely　dropped　his　eyes　before　everything　which　was　not　the　Republic。
　　He　was　the　marble　lover　of　liberty。
　　His　speech　was　harshly　inspired；　and　had　the　thrill　of　a　hymn。
　　He　was　subject　to　unexpected　outbursts　of　soul。　Woe　to　the　love…affair　which　should　have　risked　itself　beside　him！　If　any　grisette　of　the　Place　Cambrai　or　the　Rue　Saint…Jean…de…Beauvais；　seeing　that　face　of　a　youth　escaped　from　college；　that　page's　mien；　those　long；　golden　lashes；　those　blue　eyes；　that　hair　billowing　in　the　wind；　those　rosy　cheeks；　those　fresh　lips；　those　exquisite　teeth；　had　conceived　an　appetite　for　that　plete　aurora；　and　had　tried　her　beauty　on　Enjolras；　an　astounding　and　terrible　glance　would　have　promptly　shown　her　the　abyss；　and　would　have　taught　her　not　to　confound　the　mighty　cherub　of　Ezekiel　with　the　gallant　Cherubino　of　Beaumarchais。
　　By　the　side　of　Enjolras；　who　represented　the　logic　of　the　Revolution；　beferre　represented　its　philosophy。
　　Between　the　logic　of　the　Revolution　and　its　philosophy　there　exists　this　differencethat　its　logic　may　end　in　war；　whereas　its　philosophy　can　end　only　in　peace。　beferre　plemented　and　rectified　Enjolras。
　　He　was　less　lofty；　but　broader。
　　He　desired　to　pour　into　all　minds　the　extensive　principles　of　general　ideas：
　　he　said：
　　〃Revolution；　but　civilization〃；　and　around　the　mountain　peak　he　opened　out　a　vast　view　of　the　blue　sky。　The　Revolution　was　more　adapted　for　breathing　with　beferre　than　with　Enjolras。
　　Enjolras　expressed　its　divine　right；　and　beferre　its　natural　right。
　　The　first　attached　himself　to　Robespierre；　the　second　confined　himself　to　Condorcet。
　　beferre　lived　the　life　of　all　the　rest　of　the　world　more　than　did　Enjolras。　If　it　had　been　granted　to　these　two　young　men　to　attain　to　history；　the　one　would　have　been　the　just；　the　other　the　wise　man。　Enjolras　was　the　more　virile；　beferre　the　more　humane。
　　Homo　and　vir；　that　was　the　exact　effect　of　their　different　shades。
　　beferre　was　as　gentle　as　Enjolras　was　severe；　through　natural　whiteness。　He　loved　the　word　citizen；　but　he　preferred　the　word　man。
　　He　would　gladly　have　said：
　　Hombre；　like　the　Spanish。
　　He　read　everything；　went　to　the　theatres；　attended　the　courses　of　public　lecturers；　learned　the　polarization　of　light　from　Arago；　grew　enthusiastic　over　a　lesson　in　which　Geoffrey　Sainte…Hilaire　explained　the　double　function　of　the　external　carotid　artery；　and　the　internal；　the　one　which　makes　the　face；　and　the　one　which　makes　the　brain；　he　kept　up　with　what　was　going　on；　followed　science　step　by　step；　pared　Saint…Simon　with　Fourier；　deciphered　hieroglyphics；　broke　the　pebble　which　he　found　and　reasoned　on　geology；　drew　from　memory　a　silkworm　moth；　pointed　out　the　faulty　French　in　the　Dictionary　of　the　Academy；　studied　Puysegur　and　Deleuze；　affirmed　nothing；　not　even　miracles；　denied　nothing；　not　even　ghosts；　turned　over　the　files　of　the　Moniteur；　reflected。
　　He　declared　that　the　future　lies　in　the　hand　of　the　schoolmaster；　and　busied　himself　with　educational　questions。
　　He　desired　that　society　should　labor　without　relaxation　at　the　elevation　of　the　moral　and　intellectual　level；　at　coining　science；　at　putting　ideas　into　circulation；　at　increasing　the　mind　in　youthful　persons；　and　he　feared　lest　the　present　poverty　of　method；　the　paltriness　from　a　literary　point　of　view　confined　to　two　or　three　centuries　called　classic；　the　tyrannical　dogmatism　of　official　pedants；　scholastic　prejudices　and　routines　should　end　by　converting　our　colleges　into　artificial　oyster　beds。
　　He　was　learned；　a　purist；　exact；　a　graduate　of　the　Polytechnic；　a　close　student；　and　at　the　same　time；　thoughtful　〃even　to　chimaeras；〃　so　his　friends　said。　He　believed　in　all　dreams；　railroads；　the　suppression　of　suffering　in　chirurgical　operations；　the　fixing　of　images　in　the　dark　chamber；　the　electric　telegraph；　the　steering　of　balloons。
　　Moreover；　he　was　not　much　alarmed　by　the　citadels　erected　against　the　human　mind　in　every　direction；　by　superstition；　despotism；　and　prejudice。　He　was　one　of　those　who　think　that　science　will　eventually　turn　the　position。
　　Enjolras　was　a　chief；　beferre　was　a　guide。　One　would　have　liked　to　fight　under　the　one　and　to　march　behind　the　other。
　　It　is　not　that　beferre　was　not　capable　of　fighting；　he　did　not　refuse　a　hand…to…hand　bat　with　the　obstacle；　and　to　attack　it　by　main　force　and　explosively；　but　it　suited　him　better　to　bring　the　human　race　into　accord　with　its　destiny　gradually；　by　means　of　education；　the　inculcation　of　axioms；　the　promulgation　of　positive　laws；　and；　between　two　lights；　his　preference　was　rather　for　illumination　than　for　conflagration。　A　conflagration　can　create　an　aurora；　no　doubt；　but　why　not　await　the　dawn？
　　A　volcano　illuminates；　but　daybreak　furnishes　a　still　better　illumination。
　　Possibly；　beferre　preferred　the　whiteness　of　the　beautiful　to　the　blaze　of　the　sublime。
　　A　light　troubled　by　smoke；　progress　purchased　at　the　expense　of　violence；　only　half　satisfied　this　tender　and　serious　spirit。
　　The　headlong　precipitation　of　a　people　into　the　truth；　a　'93；　terrified　him；　nevertheless；　stagnation　was　still　more　repulsive　to　him；　in　it　he　detected　putrefaction　and　death；　on　the　whole；　he　preferred　scum　to　miasma；　and　he　preferred　the　torrent　to　the　cesspool；　and　the　falls　of　Niagara　to　the　lake　of　Montfaucon。
　　In　short；　he　desired　neither　halt　nor　haste。
　　While　his　tumultuous　friends；　captivated　by　the　absolute；　adored　and　invoked　splendid　revolutionary　adventures；　beferre　was　inclined　to　let　progress；　good　progress；　take　its　own　course；　he　may　have　been　cold；　but　he　was　pure；　methodical；　but　irreproachable；　phlegmatic；　but　imperturbable。
　　beferre　would　have　knelt　and　clasped　his　hands　to　enable　the　future　to　arrive　in　all　its　candor；　and　that　nothing　might　disturb　the　immense　and　virtuous　evolution　of　the　races。
　　The　good　must　be　innocent；　he　repeated　incessantly。　And　in　fact；　if　the　grandeur　of　the　Revolution　consists　in　keeping　the　dazzling　ideal　fixedly　in　view；　and　of　soaring　thither　athwart　the　lightnings；　with　fire　and　blood　in　its　talons；　the　beauty　of　progress　lies　in　being　spotless；　and　there　exists　between　Washington；　who　represents　the　one；　and　Danton；　who　incarnates　the　other；　that　difference　which　separates　the　swan　from　the　angel　with　the　wings　of　an　eagle。
　　Jean　Prouvaire　was　a　still　softer　shade　than　beferre。
　　His　name　was　Jehan；　owing　to　that　petty　momentary　freak　which　mingled　with　the　powerful　and　profound　movement　whence　sprang　the　very　essential　study　of　the　Middle　Ages。
　　Jean　Prouvaire　was　in　love；　he　cultivated　a　pot　of　flowers；　played　on　the　flute；　made　verses；　loved　the　people；　pitied　woman；　wept　over　the　child；　confounded　God　and　the　future　in　the　same　confidence；　and　blamed　the　Revolution　for　having　caused　the　fall　of　a　royal　head；　that　of　Andre　Chenier。　His　voice　was　ordinarily　delicate；　but　suddenly　grew　manly。　He　was　learned　even　to　erudition；　and　almost　an　Orientalist。　Above　all；　he　was　good；　and；　a　very　simple　thing　to　those　who　know　how　nearly　goodness　borders　on　grandeur；　in　the　matter　of　poetry；　he　preferred　the　immense。
　　He　knew　Italian；　Latin；　Greek；　and　Hebrew；　and　these　served　him　only　for　the　perusal　of　four　poets：　Dante；　Juvenal；　AEschylus；　and　Isaiah。
　　In　French；　he　preferred　Corneille　to　Racine；　and　Agrippa　d'Aubigne　to　Corneille。　He　loved　to　saunter　through　fields　of　wild　oats　and　corn…flowers；　and　busied　himself　with　clouds　nearly　as　much　as　with　events。　His　mind　had　two　attitudes；　one　on　the　side　towards　man；　the　other　on　that　towards　God；　he　studied　or　he　contemplated。
　　All　day　long；　he　buried　himself　in　social　questions；　salary；　capital；　credit；　marriage；　religion；　liberty　of　thought；　education；　penal　servitude；　poverty；　association；　property；　production　and　sharing；　the　enigma　of　this　lower　world　which　covers　the　human　ant…hill　with　darkness；　and　at　night；　he　gazed　upon　the　planets；　those　enormous　beings。　Like　Enjolras；　he　was　wealthy　and　an　only　son。
　　He　spoke　softly；　bowed　his　head；　lowered　his　eyes；　smiled　with　embarrassment；　dressed　badly；　had　an　awkward　air；　blushed　at　a　mere　nothing；　and　was　very　timid。
　　Yet　he　was　intrepid。
　　Feuilly　was　a　workingman；　a　fan…maker；　orphaned　both　of　father　and　mother；　who　earned　with　difficulty　three　francs　a　day；　and　had　but　one　thought；　to　deliver　the　world。
　　He　had　one　other　preoccupation；　to　educate　himself；　he　called　this　also；　delivering　himself。　He　had　taught　himself　to　read　and　write；　everything　that　he　knew；　he　had　learned　by　himself。
　　Feuilly　had　a　generous　heart。
　　The　range　of　his　embrace　was　immense。
　　This　orphan　had　adopted　the　peoples。　As　his　mother　had　failed　him；　he　meditated　on　his　country。　He　brooded　with　the　profound　divination　of　the　man　of　the　people；　over　what　we　now　call　the　idea　of　the　nationality；　had　learned　history　with　the　express　object　of　raging　with　full　knowledge　of　the　case。　In　this　club　of　young　Utopians；　occupied　chiefly　with　France；　he　represented　the　outside　world。
　　He　had　for　his　specialty　Greece