Chapter 10 Eight drunken philosophies

We once spoke of a senator of the senate, who was a shrewd and decisive man, direct in his conduct all his life, and never cared about the difficulties that life encountered, such as conscience, vows, justice, and calling; He walked steadily towards his goal, and he never faltered once on the road of his personal development and interests.He used to be a prosecutor, and because of the smooth situation, his behavior has gradually become milder. He is by no means a bad-hearted person.After carefully grasping those good places, good opportunities and good financial resources in his life, he also tried his best to help his son, son-in-law, relatives and even friends.The rest, it seemed to him, was all folly.He is witty and well-read, so he thinks he is a follower of Epicurus, but in fact he may be just Luia of Vigo Leblanc.He was fond of recounting the infinite universe and the eternal business and "all the old bishop's nonsense."Sometimes he would laugh at M. Myriel to his face with a kindly haughtiness, and M. Myriel would always be laughed at by him.

At some semi-official ceremony, the count (that is, the senator) and M. Myriel were supposed to be at the banquet at the prefect's residence.When it was time for dessert, the senator was already slightly drunk, but his attitude was still solemn, and he said loudly: "Mr. Bishop, let's talk. When a senator and a bishop meet, they will inevitably wink at each other. They are embarrassed and tacit. I want to have a heart-to-heart with you. I have my own philosophy. " "You are right," replied the Bishop, "a man sleeps with his philosophy, and you sleep in a house of gold, Monsieur Senator."

The elder was full of enthusiasm, and went on to say: "Let's be good kids." "It doesn't matter if you're a naughty one," said the Bishop. "I tell you," said the senator, "the Marquis de Argens, Piron, Hobbes, M. Nejon, are not idle men. All these philosophers in my library are stamped with Gold." "Like yourself, Monsieur Senator," said the bishop hastily. The elder went on to say: "I hate Diderot. He was a dreamer, a big talker, a revolutionary, but he actually believed in God, and he was more fascinated than Voltaire. Voltaire laughed at Niedan, and he shouldn't have done it, because Niedan's eel The fish have already proved the uselessness of God. A spoonful of batter and a drop of sour vinegar can replace the Holy Spirit. If that drop is bigger, and the spoonful is bigger, this is the world. Man is an eel. Why bother Where is the Eternal Father? Mr. Bishop, that supposition about Yahweh gives me a headache. It is only useful to those who are weak and incapable. Down with that annoying Lord of All! Long live the void! The void is the comfort. To tell you the truth, and I'll say it straight, and give it to my pastor, I tell you, I have a clear point of view. Your Jesus of humility and sacrifice can't be hidden from my eyes. That This is the miser's advice to the poor. Humility! Why? Sacrifice! Why? I've never seen a wolf sacrifice itself for another wolf's happiness. We'd better play with the world. Man is the spirit of creation We should have a brilliant philosophy. If the eyes are like a mouse, why should we be born as the spirit of all things? Let us live this life laughing and laughing. Life is everything. It is said that people are in other places, heaven, earth, somewhere, there is another In an afterlife, I will never believe in those nonsense. Hmph! Some people want me to be humble and sacrifice, so I have to be cautious in every move, and I have to worry about good and evil, right and wrong, conformity, etc. Why? It is said that I will have to give an account of my behavior. When? After death. What a dream! After I am dead, it will be wonderful if someone catches me. Go and ask a ghost hand to grab the ashes for me Look. We are all people who have been there, and we are all people who have uncovered the obscene clothes of the Furong Fairy. Let us be honest, there are only creatures in this world, and there is neither good nor evil. We should pursue reality and keep going deep. After all, what's the big deal! We should sniff out the truth, get to the bottom of it, and hold the truth in our own hands. Then it will give you a kind of supreme happiness. Then you will be full of confidence and laugh up to the sky. I am not ambiguous, I. Monsieur Bishop, the promise of eternal life can only fool children. Ha! What a promise! Believe yours! A bad promise for deceiving ghosts. Man is a soul, man can be an angel, man A pair of blue wings can be born on the shoulder blades. Blessed people can swim from one planet to another. Is this sentence Tertullian said, please tell me. Even if it is. We will become interstellar Locusts in the middle of the earth. And see God, etc., etc. What heaven, it's just nonsense. God is some kind of ridiculous nonsense. Of course I would not say such a thing in the government gazette. Between friends, you might as well quietly Let's talk. Talk about it. Drunken talk. Sacrifice the world for the sake of heaven, it's like chasing sparrows. Fooled by the theory of eternal life! It's not so stupid. I have nothing. I'm called the Earl of Nothing, Senator of the Senate. In When I was alive, was there me? No. After I died, was there me? No. What am I? I am just a speck of dust combined with an organism. In this world, what do I have to do? I CanTo choose, to suffer or to enjoy.Suffer, where will that lead me?leads to nothing.And I shall suffer for the rest of my life.Where will pleasure lead me?It also leads to nothing.And I can have a lifetime of fun.I have chosen.If you don't eat, you have to be eaten.It's better to be teeth than fodder.That's where I'm smart.Afterwards, let it be, and the gravediggers will come, and the grave is the pantheon of our kind, and everything falls into that big hole.You're done.Everything is empty.All liquidated.That's what happens when everything comes to naught.There will be no more death, please believe me.Saying that there is another person waiting for me to talk to makes me laugh just thinking about it.Nanny's creation.The nurse invented the monster to scare the children, and the Lord to scare the adults.No, our tomorrow is black.Behind the grave, there is nothing, and that's the same for anyone.Even if you have done Saldanibal, even if you have done Miso Gor, the result is the same thing.This is the truth.Therefore, enjoyment is above all else.While you still have you, you should use this you.Honestly, I tell you, Monsieur Bishop, I have my philosophy and my fellow-men.I don't let the nonsense lead me by the nose.But there should be something for the low class, the barefoot, the pauper, the rascal.We might as well enjoy all kinds of legends, fantasies, souls, immortality, heaven, and stars.Let them chew it, let them spread it on their dry bread.The empty-handed man at last holds a merciful God.That's not too much.I have nothing against it, but for my own sake I will keep my Mister Nejon.A merciful God is still necessary for common people. 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The bishop clapped his hands and said loudly: "Wonderful theory, wonderful theory! This materialism is indeed a beautiful and wonderful thing. You can't find it if you look for it. Ha! Once you master it, no one will be fooled, and no one will be stupid anymore Foolish, allowed to be banished like Cato, stoned like Etienne, burned alive like Joan of Arc. He who acquires this precious materialism can also have The pleasure of feeling that you don't have to be responsible, and that you can occupy everything with peace of mind, such as territory, salary, honor, legitimate or ambiguous power, you can betray your faith for money, betray your friends for utilitarianism, it is ignorant. You can be complacent, and go to your grave when the wine and meat have been digested. How comfortable. I don't say this for you, Monsieur Senator. But I can't help congratulating you. You nobles, as you say , have a philosophy of your own and serve yourselves, a philosophy that is ingenious, brilliant, only for the rich, reconciles all tastes, increases the joy of life, and is beautiful. That philosophy is brought from the ground by special drillers. It is found in the depths. Ordinary common people regard belief in God as their philosophy, just as poor people cook turkey with chestnuts and goose as mushrooms, and you do not think that is a bad thing, you are indeed a loyal elder. "