Chapter 11 devil

His age seemed impossible to estimate, somewhere between thirty and forty.Although his overall image is very young, his temples are already graying, and the top of his head looks like a virgin hill; the narrow hair path is separated to the two sides, and the hair is sparse, making the forehead look wider.His clothes—pale yellow baggy checked trousers, a two-button fleece jacket (too long) and oversized sleeves—were far from elegant, and his rounded Stand collar, due to frequent washing, the collar edge is somewhat fuzzy.His black tie was very old, and his shirt was obviously without cuffs; Hans Castorp knew from the looseness of the sleeves at his wrists that he had no cuffs.Even so, it was clear to him that a gentleman was standing before him, and the well-bred manner of the stranger, his free, even handsome manner, belied him.Shabby and elegant, with dark eyes and a slightly turned mustache, he reminded Hans Castorp of certain foreign musicians who performed in front of their home yard at Christmas, turning velvet Eyeballs, holding bonnets and holding out hands, so that scattered coins can be dropped through the window. "He's the number one on the hurdy-gurdy!" he thought.He was not surprised, therefore, when Joachim got up from the bench and introduced the stranger's name to him with some embarrassment."This is my cousin Castorp, Monsieur Sethambrini," he said.

Hans Castorp also stood up to pay tribute.There were still traces of the exuberance on his face.But the Italian said politely to them that he didn't want to disturb them, and asked them to sit down again, while he still stood leisurely in front of them.He stood smiling, looking at the cousins, and especially Hans Castorp; while smiling, the lines of the corners of his mouth became more wrinkled and deeper under the plump, beautifully upturned mustache, showing a mocking expression. The look, which had a wonderful effect on the cousins, refreshed their spirits, and Hans Castorp, who was intoxicated, was suddenly sober.He felt embarrassed.setambrini says:

"Gentlemen are in high spirits, and with good reason and good reason. What a beautiful morning! The sky is so blue and the sun is smiling," he said, waving it lightly and gracefully. Arm, raised a small hand with slightly yellow skin to the sky, and at the same time looked up at the sky with piercing squinting eyes. "It's so beautiful here that it makes people forget where they live." He doesn't have a foreign accent when he speaks, but he pronounces every word so accurately that people can see that he is probably a foreigner.When he spoke, his lips moved strangely, and it was interesting to listen to him.

"Are you comfortable with us, sir?" he said, turning to Hans Castorp. "Do you know your own destiny? I mean, has the eerie ceremony of 'first inspection' ever taken place?" At this moment, if he really wanted to ask the other party to answer, he should have kept his mouth shut. Wait a moment, because he asked a question and Hans Castorp was about to answer it.But the stranger continued to ask: "Did the ceremony go smoothly? From your laughter—" He paused at this point, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth deepened, "We can draw different conclusions .

The son of Zeus in our Minos Greek mythology, the king of Crete.It is said that after death, he was one of the three judges of the underworld.The son of Zeus in Greek mythology, and the brother of Minos.After death, he became the judge of the underworld together with Minos and others.Sentenced you for a few months?" The word "sentenced" seemed particularly ridiculous as he spit it out. "Let me guess.Six months, or maybe nine months? We're never stingy with time here..." Hans Castorp smiled in amazement.He was thinking hard about who Minos and Lydamanthus were.He replied:

"Oh, no. You're mistaken. Septam..." "Setambrini," the Italian corrected him clearly and emphatically, bowing humorously at the same time. "Mr. Sethambrini, please forgive me. Oh, you have misunderstood me. I am not at all ill. I am only visiting my cousin Zimsen for a week or two, and I would like to take this opportunity to rest a little bit." ..." "It's strange, you are not one of us? You are in good health, you are just a guest here, like Odysseus in the shade. Translate Odysseus, a hero in Greek mythology, who offered a wooden horse in the Trojan War So that the Greeks won the victory. Same? How brave you stoop to descend into the dead-infested, loitering abyss!"

"Mr. Sethambrini, what do you say about descending into the abyss? I would like to ask you. I can climb your mountains about five thousand feet." "It's just your opinion! I think it's an illusion," said the Italian with a resolute gesture. "We are the ones who fell into the abyss, aren't we, Lieutenant?" Then he turned to Joachim.Joachim, too, was interested in what he had said, but not wanting to show it, replied thoughtfully: "It's true that we take this issue too simply. But after all, we can work together and cheer up in the future."

"Well, I believe you on that, you are a decent man," said Sethambrini. "Yes, yes, yes," he said "yes" three times in a row, pronouncing the S as a voiceless sound.German S is generally voiced, while Italian is generally voiceless.Then he turned to Hans Castorp again, and licked the roof of his palate three times with the tip of his tongue, smacking loudly. "Look, look, look," he said three more times, and S was still unvoiced.He stared intently at the new guest, it can be said that he could not take his eyes off it.Then his eyes became active again, and he continued:

"Then, you are willing to come up to the mountain to join us perishing people, and give us a chance to deal with us for a while. Well, this is wonderful. How long do you plan to stay in your mind? I'm just asking for an approximate time limit. Since It was he himself, not Rydamanthus, who set the time limit, so I should like to know how long it is?" "Three weeks," said Hans Castorp triumphantly, for he saw People are very envious of him. "Oh my God, three weeks! Did you hear that, Lieutenant? 'I'm going to stay here for three weeks, and then I have to leave again'. Isn't it a bit condescending to say that? Sir, if I will teach you If so, our days here are not counted in weeks, but the smallest unit of time is the month. We count the days in a big way, which is the privilege enjoyed by us ghosts. In addition, we have another privilege, which is of roughly the same nature. May I ask, what is your line of life, or rather, what are you planning to do? You can see that our curiosity knows no bounds, and that It's one of our privileges."

"Good talk, good talk," said Hans Castorp, and he answered the question put to him. "It's a shipwright, and that's great!" exclaimed Sethambrini. "You can totally believe that I think it's a great job, but my own ability is on the other side." "Monsieur Sethambrini is a man of letters," explained Joachim, with a little embarrassment. "You know, he wrote about Carducci for the German newspaper G. Carducci (G. Bonus. His main works include "Ode to Satan" and "Ode to the Barbarian", etc. Some of his poems opposed the Catholic Church and the feudal system, supported bourgeois democracy, and reflected the thoughts of the Italian National Revival Movement. A memorial article." At this time he It was all the more awkward because his cousin looked at him in amazement, as if to say: What do you know about Carducci, I don't think you know any more than I do.

"Yes," said the Italian, nodding. "I am honored to be able to introduce the life of this great poet and free thinker to your compatriots at the end of Carducci's life. I know him, and I can say that I am still his student. In the Italian city of Bologna, also translated Bologna or Bologna., I have listened to his teachings. I thank him, because he gave me culture and joy. But we were talking about your situation. A naval architect? You know, you are in The image in my mind has obviously grown taller? Sitting there, you have suddenly become the embodiment of hard work and true learning!" "Mr Sethambrini, but I'm still a student, and I'm just getting started." "It is true that everything begins with a difficulty. Generally speaking, all jobs worthy of the name are difficult, aren't they?" "Yes, the devil knows that," said Hans Castorp.This is what he has in mind. Setambrini raised his eyebrows steeply. "You actually call the devil to testify? Call the real Satan? Do you know that my great teacher once wrote a hymn dedicated to it? The teacher refers to Carducci. "Devil's Hymn" (a translation of "Satan" "Ode") is one of his major works, published in 1865." "Excuse me," said Hans Castorp, "you say there is a hymn dedicated to the devil?" "To the devil himself. In our country this poem is often sung at every festival. O salute, o Satana, o Ribellione, o forza vindice della Ragione Italian: O health, O Satan, O rebellion, Oh, the vengeful power of reason. It is a beautiful poem! But this is not the same devil as you, who praises work. But your devil hates work, because he sees I'm afraid of work, maybe it's the kind of people who don't even dare to stretch out their little fingers to him..." All this worked wonderfully on our good Hans Castorp.He didn't know Italian, and the rest didn't quite appeal to him.There was something didactic about the words, though spoken in a careless, witty tone.He looked at his cousin, who was looking at the ground.So he opened his mouth and said: "Oh, Monsieur Sethambrini, you have taken my words too rigidly. I can assure you that what I said about the devil was a catchphrase." "Some people seem to be quite intelligent," said Sethambrini, gazing sadly before him; "Anyway, from your talk I reasonably conclude that you have chosen a profession that is as intense as it is honorable. Good God, I am a humanist, homo humanus Latin: full of humanity can also be translated as humanist., I know nothing about engineering, despite my sincere respect for it. But I can quite imagine the clear and quick mind required to grasp the principles of your profession, And putting it into practice takes a lifetime of effort. Isn’t that right?” "Well, of course it is. I completely agree with you," answered Hans Castorp, unconsciously trying to show off his eloquence. "Today, the job is very demanding of us, and just because it's so demanding, it's better not to make it too clear, so as not to be frustrating. Well, this is no joke. If you're not in the best shape... I'm only here as a guest, and I'm in fairly strong health; and I'd be lying if I insisted that the job suits me perfectly. I might as well admit honestly that it's got me down. Only when I can't do anything I feel more comfortable when I’m not doing it.” "Like now?" "Now? Well, now I'm so new to the mountains here, I'm kind of confused, as you can imagine." "Hey, confused." "Yeah, I didn't sleep well, and this breakfast was indeed too rich. Usually, what I eat in the morning is very ordinary, but what I ate this morning seems to me to be too solid. According to the British, it is too rich. Plenty. Anyway, I feel a little stuffy. When I smoked my cigars this morning, God knows, it smelled a little strange! Never had it before, only when I was very sick. The smell of smoking It's like leather! I had to throw the cigarette away, it's no use trying to smoke it. Excuse me, do you smoke? No? Then you can't imagine, to a man like me who has been addicted to cigarettes since my youth Say, what a dismay, what a disappointment it must be to encounter such a thing..." "I am inexperienced in such things," replied Sethambrini, "and I do not think it is a bad thing to be inexperienced in such matters. There are many noble and sensible people who abhor smoking. Carducci Nor do you like it. But in this, you agree with our Rydamantus. He is a supporter of your vice." "Well, vice, Monsieur Sethambrini..." "Why not a vice? Let's name things the way they are, so life will be richer. I have my vices, too." "Counselor Behrens can tell good from bad. He's a very interesting fellow." "Do you think so? Oh, so you have known him?" "We met him when we came out just now. You know, I seemed to have a medical consultation at that time, but it was free. He could tell at a glance that I was quite anemic. So he advised me to live like my cousin and to Lie down on the balcony more, and say that I also have to take my temperature." "Really?" Sethambrini exclaimed. "Wonderful!" He looked up to the sky and shouted, then bent down and laughed again. "Your master master refers to the outstanding Austrian composer Mozart (1756-1791) in the eighteenth century. What kind of opera is sung in the opera? 'I am a bird catcher, and my heart is always very strong, haha!' quoted The words are from Mozart's famous opera "The Magic Flute". In a word, it is very interesting. Will you follow his advice? There is no doubt about it. Why should you not. This Ledamantos is really a Devil. 'Often strong in the heart' is true, though sometimes forced. He is easily sentimental. The habit of smoking does him no good--otherwise it would not be a vice--it makes him sentimental. That is why , our venerable head nurse hid all his stock, and gave him only a handful of rations every day. Sometimes he couldn't resist the temptation to steal it, and then he became sentimental again. In a word: a fool. You can Know our head nurse too? Not yet? That's wrong! It would be unfair not to introduce you to the head nurse. She is from the von Mierendonck family, sir.She is related to Venus of the Medici, the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology.The Medici was a prominent family in Florence, Italy in the Middle Ages, and played a significant role in the prosperity of Florentine art and culture.This refers to the statue of Venus that imitates the Greek Aphrodite (the goddess of love and beauty in Greek mythology).The difference is that the goddess has well-developed breasts, while the head nurse often wears a cross..." "Ha, ha! Wonderful!" Hans Castorp laughed. "Her Christian name is Adalia Tika." "Is that the name?" cried Hans Castorp. "Oh, that's very touching, von Mierendonck, and Adalia Tika. From the name, it sounds like she's been dead for many years. The name is really like the middle ages." "My lord," replied Setambrini, "there are many here who, as you say, have 'the taste of the Middle Ages.' I myself believe that our Ridamantus is purely Driven by some artistic sensibility to create this woman's fossilized head to oversee this palace of horrors. Here is a metaphor for a tuberculosis sanatorium. He is indeed an artist—didn't you know? He painted oil painting. Isn’t it true that no one will forbid you to do what you want, everyone is free to choose. Mrs. Adalia Tica used to say this to everyone, whether they liked it or not: The Mirendonk family Among them, one was abbot of a convent in Bonn am Rhein in the middle of the thirteenth century. She herself died not long after that..." "Ha, ha, ha! Monsieur Sethambrini, I see you are a real joker." "Are you kidding me? I'm afraid you meant 'bad intentions'. Well, I do have some nasty intentions." Said Sethambrini. "It annoys me that I am fated to take out this malice on trivial things. Engineer, I hope you have no objection to malice? In my mind, it is the use of reason against the forces of darkness and evil. The most powerful weapon. Sir, malice is the soul of criticism, and criticism is the source of progress and enlightenment." His topic suddenly turned to Petrarch (F.Petrarca, 1304-1374), a famous Italian poet and humanists.Up, he called Petrarch the "father of the modern spirit." "Now we must lie down and rest," said Joachim thoughtfully.The litterateur always gestured smartly when he spoke.Now he gestured to Joachim and said: "Our lieutenant is on a mission, let's go. We're going the same way—'go straight to the right, toward the towering palace', ah, Virgil, Virgil Virgil (P.Vergilius , 70 BC - 19 BC), an outstanding poet in ancient Rome, the long epic "Init" is his masterpiece. His epic was not only a model in Roman literature at that time, but also had a great influence on the development of European literature in later generations. Gentlemen, no one can surpass him. Indeed, I believe that mankind is making progress. But Virgil has no rhetoric equal to anyone in modern times..." On their way back to the courtyard, he began to speak in an Italian accent. He began to recite Latin poetry, but when he saw a young girl walking towards him, he stopped suddenly.She looked like a country girl, and her appearance was not outstanding.At this time, he smiled at her and hummed a little tune. "Tal, Tal, Tal," he clicked his tongue. "Ai, ai, ai! Come, come, come! You cute little bug, will you fall into my arms? Look, 'eyes are watery and sparkling'," he did not know from whose works Quote this poem.Then he blew a kiss to the back of the girl who left in embarrassment. "He's a freelancer," thought Hans Castorp.He still had this thought when Setambrini, who had courted the girl on a whim, was once again nagging at others.At this time, he mainly targeted Behrens, the consultant doctor, who laughed at the size of Behrens' feet and made a big fuss about his title.The title had been bestowed on him by a certain tubercular prince.The scandal in the prince's life was now being talked about, but Rydamantus kept his eyes open, pretended not to see it, and behaved like a counselor.Don't gentlemen know that summer was invented by the consultant doctor? Yes, who else is it?He deserved it.In the past, only the most determined people survived the summer in this valley.But "our humorist" sees with a piercing eye that this miscalculation is only the result of prejudice.He had even learned that, at least as far as his sanitarium was concerned, summer retreats were not only recommendable, but even so effective that they were almost indispensable.He knew how to disseminate this theory, and wrote popular articles for it, which were published in newspapers and magazines.Since then, business in summer has been as prosperous as in winter. "Genius!" said Sethambrini. "How fantastic!" he said.So he found fault with the other sanitariums on the heights in the area, praising their proprietors for their wealth.There is a Professor Kafka... Every year, at the critical moment of the first thaw, when many patients are asking to leave the hospital, Professor Kafka declares that he has to go out for another week, and at the same time promises a Release them when they come back.But he was out for six weeks, and the poor folks were waiting, so, by the way, their bills were getting bigger and bigger.Once, he was invited to the place name of Fiume, which is now Rijeka in Croatia.to go, but he would not leave until he was sure of earning five thousand Swiss francs.In this way, fourteen days passed in bargaining.The great man finally arrived, but only one day after his arrival, the patient died.Dr. Salzmann accused Professor Kafka behind his back, saying that his needles were not clean, and as a result, patients infected each other.Salzmann added that he walked in rubber shoes so his dead could not hear him.Instead, Kafka threatened that Salzmann's patients were overdosed on "grape juice stimulants"—again to make a few extra bucks—and were dying like flies, not of tuberculosis , but died of cirrhosis of the liver... That's how he went on and on.Hans Castorp smiled heartily and well-meaningly at these eloquent slanders.The Italian spoke in a pleasant eloquence, articulate and accurate, without any dialect.Every word he uttered was round and crisp, as if it were the innovation of his two freely moving lips; He was also overjoyed; it seemed that he was very calm and composed, and he didn't even say a single mistake.German noun declension and verb declension are more complicated, and foreigners often make mistakes when they speak. "You speak so comically, Monsieur Sethambrini," said Hans Castorp, "and so vividly. I don't know how to describe it." "Visualization, eh?" replied the Italian, fanning it a few times with his handkerchief, although the weather was quite cool. "Maybe that's what you want to say. You want to say it, and I'm very graphic. Come on!" he said aloud. "What do I see? Our Nether Judge wanders there! What a sight!" The walkers have completed a tortuous distance.I don't know whether it was because of Setambrini's talk and going down the mountain, or because it is actually not as far from the sanatorium as Hans Castorp imagined (because when we first walked the strange road, It feels much longer than the familiar road), and they returned to the hospital soon.Sethambrini was right: below, in the open space behind the sanatorium, two doctors were walking, and in front was the consultant doctor in a white coat, with his neck stretched forward and his hands at the helm. Swinging, followed by Dr. Krokowski in a black shirt.His demeanor was more uncomfortable than that of the ward rounds-when he was supposed to follow his boss during the ward rounds. "Ah, Krokowski!" cried Setambrini. "He walks there. He knows all the secrets of our mountain women. Note the symbolic smell on his clothes. He is dressed in black, indicating that his professional sphere is at night. This man has only one mind An idea, and it's a dirty idea. Engineer, why didn't we say anything about him just now? Do you know him?" Hans Castorp nodded. "Well, that's what it is. I can't help thinking that he's in your favour, too." "I can't tell, Mr. Sethambrini. I only see him occasionally. I'm not good at making quick judgments either. I just look on at people and think, 'So you're like that? That's fine.' " "You are so indifferent!" replied the Italian. "You judge. It is for this that nature has endowed us with eyes and understanding. You feel that I have spoken maliciously; if I did, it may be because I mean to be preachy. We humanists are somewhat didactic. Gentlemen, there is a historical relationship between humanists and teachers, mainly in psychology. You can't get education from humanists, well, you can't get from him. to him, for there was nothing but the beauty and respect of human traditions. Those ministers who, in troubled and inhuman times, pretended to be leaders of the youth, were exposed to the humanists for what they really were. Since then, gentlemen, There is no such thing as a new kind of teacher at all. Humanistic schools...engineers, you can call me a reactionary, but in principle, in abstracto Latin: "in theory"., I beg your understanding , I believe in this kind of doctrine..." In the elevator, he still babbled on this idea; only when the pair of cousins ​​got out of the elevator on the third floor did he shut up.He rode up to the fourth floor, where, according to Joachim, he lived in a small room in the back corner of the fourth floor. "Is he afraid he has no money?" asked Hans Castorp.He accompanied Joachim into the room, which looked exactly like Hans's. "No," said Joachim, "he doesn't have much money. Maybe he has just enough money to pay the hospital bills. You know, his father was a man of letters, and I think his grandfather was too." "Well, of course," said Hans Castorp. "So is he very ill?" "As far as I know, his illness is not dangerous, but it is very persistent and often relapses. He has been ill for several years. Don't stop coming in." "Poor chap! He seems to be absorbed in his work. He is very talkative, and easily drifts from one subject to another. He was a little cheeky with that girl, and I was embarrassed at the time. But later he talked about He put it so wonderfully, it was almost a speech, on human dignity. Do you hang out with him a lot?"