Justine 淑女的眼泪 Chapter 44

"What, Monsieur! the money I gave you... the service I had just rendered you... to be paid for what I did in your behalf by the blackest treachery... that may, you think, be understood, justified¹ ?"

 

"Why yes, Therese! yes indeed! the proof an explanation exists for all I did is that, having just pillaged² you, molested³ you... (for, Therese, I did beat you, you know), why! having taken twenty steps, I stopped and, meditating⁴ upon the state in which I had left you, I at once found strength in these ideas, enough to perpetrate additional outrages⁵ I might not have committed had it not been for that: you had lost but one maidenhead.... I turned, retraced⁶ my steps, and made short work of the other.... And so it is true that in certain souls lust⁷ may be born from the womb of crime! What do I say? it is thus true that only crime awakes and stiffens⁸ lust and that there is not a single voluptuous⁹ pleasure it does not inflame¹⁰ and improve...."

 

"Oh Monsieur! what horror is this?"

 

"Could I not have acquitted¹¹ myself of a still greater? I was close enough to it, I confess, but I was amply sure you were going to be reduced to the last extremities¹²: the thought satisfied me, I left you. Well, Therese, let's leave the subject and continue to my reason for desiring to see you. "My incredible appetite for both of a little girl's maidenheads has not deserted¹³ me, Therese," Saint-Florent pursued; "with this it is as with all libertinage¹⁴'s other extravagances: the older you grow, the more deeply they take root; from former misdeeds fresh desires are born, and new crimes from these desires. There would be nothing to the matter, my dear, were not the means one employs to succeed exceedingly culpable¹⁵. But as the desire of evil is the primum mobile of our caprices, the more criminal the thing we are led to do, the better our irritation¹⁶. When one arrives at this stage, one merely complains of the mediocrity of the means: the more encompassing¹⁷ their atrociousness, the more piquant¹⁸ our joy becomes, and thus one sinks in the quagmire¹⁹ without the slightest desire to emerge.

 

"That, Therese, is my own history: two young children are necessary for my daily sacrifices; having once enjoyed them, - not only do I never again set eyes upon these objects, but it even becomes essential to my fantasies' entire satisfaction that they instantly leave the city: I should not at all savor²⁰ the following day's pleasures were I to imagine that yesterday's victims still breathed the same air I inhale²¹; the method for being rid of them is not complicated. Would you believe it, Therese? They are my debauches which populate Languedoc and Provence with the multitude of objects of libertinage with which those regions are teeming²²:

 

(Let this not be mistaken for a fable²³: this wretched figure existed in this same Lyon. What is herein related of his maneuvers²⁴ is exact and authentic²⁵: he cost the honor of between fifteen and twenty thousand unhappy little creatures: upon the completion of each operation, the victim was embarked²⁶ on the Rhone, and for thirty years the above-mentioned cities were peopled with the objects of this villain²⁷'s debauchery, with girls undone²⁸ by him. There is nothing fictitious²⁹ about this episode but the gentleman's name.)

 

...one hour after these little girls have served me, reliable emissaries pack them off and sell them to the matchmakers of Montpellier, Toulouse, Nimes, Aix, and Marseilles: this trade, two-thirds of whose net profits go to me, amply recompenses the outlay³⁰ required to procure³¹ my subjects, and thus I satisfy two of my most cherished passions, lust and greed; but reconnoitering and seduction are bothersome. Furthermore, the kind of subject is of infinite importance to my lubricity: I must have them all procured³² from those asylums³³ of misery³⁴ where the need to live and the impossibility of managing to do so eat away courage, pride, delicacy³⁵, finally rot the soul, and, in the hope of an indispensable subsistence, steel a person to undertake whatever appears likely to provide it. I have all these nests ransacked³⁶, all these dungheaps combed pitilessly: you've no idea what they yield; I would even go further, Therese: I say that civil activity, industry, a little social ease would defeat my subornations and divest³⁷ me of a great proportion of my subjects: I combat these perils³⁸ with the influence I enjoy in this city, I promote commercial and economic fluctuations³⁹ or instigate⁴⁰ the rise of prices which, enlarging the poverty-stricken class, depriving it, on the one hand, of possibilities of work and on the other rendering⁴¹ difficult those of survival, increases according to a predictable ratio the total number of the subjects misery puts into my clutches. The strategy is a familiar one, Therese: these scarcities⁴² of firewood, dearths of wheat and of other edibles⁴³ where-from Paris has been trembling for so many years, have been created for the identical purposes which animate⁴⁴ me: avarice⁴⁵, libertinage: such are the passions which, from the gilded⁴⁶ halls of the rich, extend a multitude of nets to ensnare the poor in their humble⁴⁷ dwellings⁴⁸. But whatever skill I employ to press hard in this sector⁴⁹, if dexterous⁵⁰ hands do not pluck nimbly in another, I get nothing for my troubles, and the machine goes quite as badly as if I were to cease to exhaust my imagination in devising and my credit in operating. And so I need a clever woman, young and intelligent, who, having herself found her way through misery's thorny⁵¹ pathways, is more familiar than anyone else with the methods for debauching those who are in the toils⁵²; a woman whose keen eyes will descry⁵³ adversity in its darkest caves and attics⁵⁴, whose suborning intelligence will determine destitution⁵⁵'s victims to extricate⁵⁶ themselves from oppression by the means I make available; a spirited woman, in a word, unscrupulous and ruthless, who will stop at nothing in order to succeed, who will even go to the point of cutting away the scanty⁵⁷ reserves which, still bolstering⁵⁸ up those wretches⁵⁹' hopes, inhibit⁶⁰ them from taking the final step. I had an excellent woman and trustworthy, she has just died: it cannot be imagined to what lengths that brilliant creature carried effrontery⁶¹; not only did she use to isolate⁶² these wretches until they would be forced to come begging on their knees, but if these devices did not succeed in accelerating their fall, the impatient villain would hasten matters by kidnaping them. She was a treasure; I need but two subjects a day, she would have got me ten had I wanted them. The result was I used to be able to make better selections, and the superabundance of raw material consumed by my operations reimbursed⁶³ me for inflated⁶⁴ labor⁶⁵ costs. That's the woman I have got to replace, my dear, you'll have four people under your command and ten thousand crowns wages for your trouble; I have had my say, Therese; give me your answer, and above all do not let your illusions prevent you from accepting happiness when chance and my hand offer it to you."

 

"Oh Monsieur," I say to this dishonest man, shuddering⁶⁶ at his speech, "is it possible you have been able to conceive such joys and that you dare propose that I serve them? What horrors you have just uttered in my hearing! Cruel man, were you to be miserable⁶⁷ for but two days, you would see these doctrines⁶⁸ upon humanity swiftly obliterated⁶⁹ from your heart: it is prosperity blinds and hardens you: mightily⁷⁰ blase⁷¹ you are before the spectacle of the evils whence you suppose yourself sheltered, and because you hope never to suffer them, you consider you have the right to inflict⁷² them; may happiness never come nigh unto me if it can produce this degree of corruption⁷³! O Just Heaven! not merely to be content to abuse the misfortunate! To drive audacity⁷⁴ and ferocity to the point of increasing it, of prolonging it for the unique gratification of one's desires! What cruelty, Monsieur! the wildest animals do not give us the example of a comparable barbarity."

 

"You are mistaken, Therese, there is no roguery the wolf will not invent to draw the lamb into his clutches: these are natural ruses⁷⁵, while benevolence⁷⁶ has nothing to do with Nature: charity is but an appurtenance of the weakness recommended by the slave who would propitiate⁷⁷ his master and dispose him to leniency⁷⁸; it never proclaimed itself in man save in two cases: in the event he is weak, or in the event he fears he will become weak; that this alleged⁷⁹ virtue⁸⁰ is not natural is proven by the fact it is unknown to the man who lives in a state of Nature. The savage⁸¹ expresses his contempt for charity when pitilessly he massacres⁸² his brethren from motives⁸³ of either revenge or cupidity⁸⁴... would he not respect that virtue were it etched in his heart? but never does it appear there, never will it be found wherever men are equal. Civilization, by weeding certain individuals out of society, by establishing rank and class, by giving the rich man a glimpse of the poor, by making the former dread⁸⁵ any change of circumstances which might precipitate⁸⁶ him into the latter's misery, civilization immediately puts the desire into his head to relieve the poor in order that he may be helped in his turn should he chance to lose his wealth; and thus was benevolence born, the fruit of civilization and fear: hence it is merely a circumstantial virtue, but nowise a sentiment originating in Nature, who never inserted any other desire in us but that of satisfying ourselves at no matter what the price. It is thus by confounding every sentiment, it is by continually refusing to analyze⁸⁷ a single one of them that these people are able to linger in total darkness about them all and deprive themselves of every pleasurable enjoyment⁸⁸."

 

"Ah, Monsieur," I interrupted with great emotion, "may there be one any sweeter than the succoring⁸⁹ of misfortune? Leaving aside the dread lest someday one have to endure suffering oneself, is there any more substantial satisfaction than that to be had from obliging others?... from relishing⁹⁰ gratitude's tearful thanks, from partaking of the well-being⁹¹ you have just distributed like manna to the downtrodden who, your own fellow creatures, nevertheless want those things which you take airily for granted; oh! to hear them sing your praise and call you their father, to restore serenity⁹² to brows clouded by failure, destitution, and despair; no, Monsieur, not one of this world's lewd⁹³ pleasures can equal this: it is that of the Divinity Himself, and the happiness He promises to those who on earth will serve Him, is naught⁹⁴ other than the possibility to behold⁹⁵ or make happy creatures in Heaven. All virtues⁹⁶ stem directly from that one, Monsieur; one is a better father, a better son, a better husband when one knows the charm of alleviating⁹⁷ misfortune's lot. One might say that like unto the sun's rays, the charitable man's presence sheds fertility, sweetness, and joy everywhere about and upon all, and the miracle of Nature, after this source of celestial⁹⁸ light, is the honest, delicate, and sensitive soul whose supreme⁹⁹ felicity consists in laboring¹⁰⁰ in behalf of that of others."

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