Chapter 22 analyze

Thankfully there was a vacancy in the corner near the door.He slipped quietly into this seat from the side, pretending to be sitting there already.The audience's eyes were fixed only on Dr. Krokowski's lips, not on him himself.That's good too, because his face is really ugly.His face was as white as a piece of sackcloth, and his clothes were stained with blood, as if he had just committed a murder.When he sat down, a woman in front couldn't help but turned her head and looked at him with her small eyes.He recognized Mrs. Chauchat, and felt very unhappy.hell!Couldn't he even enjoy a moment of silence? He thought that after arriving at his destination, he would be able to sit down and rest quietly for a while, but now he had to be close to her.On other occasions he would have been delighted to have met her by chance, but now that he was exhausted, what was she to him? not come.She looked at him with Pribislav's eyes--at his face, at the blood on his clothes.Her gaze was bold, aggressive, and befitting of a woman who follows a hand slamming a door behind her.

How rude she behaved! She was not at all like the women Hans Castorp used to know in his hometown, who looked at the men at their table at dinner, sat upright, and talked properly. Word by word, slowly.Mrs. Chaucat sank her body lazily in the chair, her back was arched round, her shoulders hung forward, and even her head was stretched forward. Even the spine of the back of her neck was clearly exposed from the white shirt with dropped shoulders. Come.Pribislav's head was exactly the same as hers, but he was a model student and commanded everyone's respect (though Hans Castorp did not borrow his pencil for this reason), and Frau Chauchat, Obviously a lazy and careless person, she closed the door loudly, and looked bold and unscrupulous, all of which may have something to do with her illness.Although this unrestrained style is not worthy of respect, it also has inexhaustible benefits, and young Mr. Albin is proud of it...

Hans Castorp sat looking at Frau Chauchat's flabby nape, his thoughts wandering.Now he has no thoughts in his head, but seems to be in a dream, and only Dr. Krokowski's drawn-out baritone can be heard vaguely in his ears. The doctor's soft R sound seems to come from a distant place. It seems to have come from somewhere.The silence of the hall, and the rapt attention of the audience, had an effect on him as well, rousing him from his half-awake state. He looked around... and sitting next to him was the thin-haired pianist, arms folded, head tucked into his neck, mouth wide open, listening.At a little distance sat the governess Miss Engelhardt, with hungry eyes and rosy cheeks.Hans Castorp noticed a similar blush on the faces of other girls, in Frau Salomon, who sat next to Herr Albin, and in Frau Magnus, the brewer's wife, who was constantly losing weight. seen.Mrs. Steele sat a little behind, with an expression of ignorance but concentration on her face, which looked pitiful.Miss Lefey, whose complexion was as white as ivory, half-closed her eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and spread her hands in her pockets. If it weren't for the strong and rhythmic ups and downs of her chest, she would have looked like a woman. Dead man, this reminded Hans Castorp of a wax figure of a woman he once saw in a wax museum, with a moving mechanism in the breast.Many patients who listened to the lecture bent their hands into claws and pressed their ears. Some people stopped halfway when they raised their hands to their ears, as if they froze their hand movements because they were listening attentively.Prosecutor Paravant, who was dark and powerful, even flicked one ear with his forefinger to hear better, then pricked it up to listen to Dr. Krokowski. Absolute speech.

What exactly was Dr. Krokowski talking about? In what direction was his train of thought going? Hans Castorp concentrated his thoughts on hearing something, but couldn't figure it out because he hadn't heard the first part. Later, I was so focused on Mrs. Xiao Xia's slack nape that I missed the rest of the doctor's words.He was talking about a certain power, such a power... In short, he was talking about the power of being in love.Of course! What else could Dr. Krokowski have to say about this subject, which had already been foretold in the general program of lectures? Besides, it was within his scope.Originally, what Hans heard was only the gear-shifting machinery in the shipbuilding major, but now he suddenly heard the class about love, which is really strange.How on earth is it possible that such a delicate and inconvenient matter is brought up in public in front of so many men and women? Dr. Krokowski talks about it in a variety of terms, rich in both Poetic, mysterious and inscrutable, scientific logic is extremely strict, and the rhythm is tactful. To the young Hans Castorp, this is not very suitable, but it is precisely because of this that it makes the cheeks of the women blush. The men listened attentively.Especially when the speaker uses the word "love", the meaning is often quite vague, so that people don't know what he is talking about, whether he is referring to chastity or lust, which inevitably makes people feel a little seasick. a feeling of.Never in Hans Castorp's life had he heard the word "love" spoken in this way so frequently as here and now.Thinking back carefully, he felt that he had never said the word before, nor heard it from a stranger.Maybe he was wrong, but anyway, he didn't think it was doing the word "love" much good by repeating it.On the contrary, this wet and slippery syllable, which is semi-lingual and labial, with a soft vowel in the middle, refers to the German word Liebe (love). He was, after all, somewhat disgusted; at the word he thought of milk watered down, or some other bluish-white, bland substance, especially in relation to the meat that Dr. Krokowski ordered for the able-bodied. Compare.Obviously, as long as you talk about this issue at the beginning like a doctor, you can say any nasty things later without scaring the whole hall away.He said things that everyone knew but was ashamed to say, tactfully and strategically, but he was not content with that.He shattered people's illusions, ruthlessly let people know the true face of honor, mercilessly attacked the dignity of the gray-haired old people, and sneered at the innocence of young children, telling people not to believe it.In addition, he still wore a crumpled tie over his frock coat, and sandals over gray socks, which gave an impression of superiority, and Hans Castorp was secretly surprised.

On the table in front of him were a few books and loose-leaf papers.He gave a lot of examples, told a lot of anecdotes, and added a lot of luster to his lectures, and on several occasions he even recited verses.Dr. Krokowski tells of the many thrilling forms of love, of its astonishing, painful, and mysterious variations in the phenomenon of love, and of its immense power.Of all instincts, he says, erotic love is the most unstable and dangerous, the most misleading and treacherous by its nature.This is also no surprise.For this strong impulse is not a simple matter, consisting of many elements of its nature, each of which, though justified as a whole, is utterly absurd.Dr. Krokowski went on to say that since we do not wish to conclude that the whole is also absurd because the parts are absurd, we must demand that at least some, if not all, of the whole be justified. Legitimate, too, for the various absurd components.This is a logical necessity, and the doctor hopes that everyone who listens to the lecture will keep this in mind.There are certain psychological countermeasures and remedies, certain legitimate instincts--he would almost say it belongs to the bourgeois category, which, under its coordinated and limited influence, can fuse the above-mentioned absurd elements into a normal And the useful whole, after all, is a constant and welcome process, but the result (and Dr. Krokowski added contemptuously at this point) is irrelevant to the physician and the thinker.On other occasions, on the other hand, this process cannot be obtained, and it cannot or should not be obtained; at this time Dr. Krokowski asks: Who will dare to deny that this situation is actually more noble, and psychologically speaking Is it even more commendable? In this case, two forces are suitable: one is the desire for lust, and the other is some impulses that are just opposite. Among them, shame and hatred are particularly worth mentioning. By bourgeois standards, they all display unusual passion.They clash in the depths of the soul, a conflict which prevents the erring instinct from finding refuge, and cloaks it in a moral cloak.This will make the love life harmonious and ceremonial.What was the result of the conflict between these two forces, chastity and lust—the subject of which he made no less than the focus of his lectures? Clearly, chastity triumphed in the end.Fear, etiquette, indifference, the striving for purity of mind and body—all these suppress passion, keep it from rearing its head, and prevent its shadowy desires from being aroused and released in every form; Part of it.But the triumph of chastity is only a superficial one and won at great cost, for passion cannot be bound, nor can coercion succeed.The flame of desire that has been suppressed cannot be extinguished, it is still burning, and it is still kept in the most hidden corner of the heart, trying to find opportunities to succeed.It breaks through the barriers of chastity and reappears in other forms (even if it is rendered unrecognizable).But in what form and mask did this forbidden and repressed passion reappear? Dr. Krokowski asked the question, and at the same time glanced at the group, as if solemnly waiting for an answer from the audience.Well, this one has to be left to him, since he's already said so much.Nobody knew it but himself, and it seemed he certainly did.His eyes were flaming, his face was as pale as wax, and his black beard, coupled with the sandals and gray woolen socks worn by monks, looked like the middle ground between chastity and lust he just mentioned. Conflict personified.At least that's what Hans Castorp thought.At this time, like everyone else, he couldn't wait for the doctor's answer-in what form will this forbidden passion reappear.The girls held their breath.Prosecutor Paravant flicked his ears again so that he could hear clearly in a critical moment.And so Dr. Krokowski said: It reappears in the form of disease! The symptoms of disease are the active forms of passion in disguise, and all diseases are passion in disguise.

Now they understand, even if not everyone gets all the truth in what the doctor said.There was only a sigh in the hall.Prosecutor Paravant nodded meaningfully as Dr. Krokowski continued with his thesis.Hans Castorp lowered his head, recalling what he had just heard and checking whether he understood it.But he was not used to thinking like this, and he was still a little weary from a fruitless walk just now.It was difficult for him to concentrate, and after a while he was attracted by Mrs. Xiao Xia's body—her back was presented in front of him, and her arms were exposed underneath.Then she raised her arm and bent it backwards, and a hand passed Hans Castorp's eyes.She stretched her hands to her head, holding the bun that was coiled on her head.

He felt uncomfortable with her hand so close to his eyes.Whether you like it or not, you have to look at these hands carefully, study their various defects and human nature, as if observing them under a magnifying glass.Well, this is not the hand of an aristocrat at all, but a schoolgirl's stubby-fingered hand with unsightly manicured nails.He wasn't even sure if the fingertips were clean, but the skin next to the nails was definitely bitten.Hans Castorpun bit his lips, but his eyes were still fixed on Frau Chauchat's hand, and he was still vague about what Dr. Krokowski had just said about fighting head-on bourgeois sensuality. The ground lingered in my mind.Then her arm was prettier, it was slightly arched behind the head, and was almost bare, for the sleeves were of thinner material than the blouse, and were made of the thinnest gauze, so they had a certain transparency, It might not be so touching to be fully exposed.Her arm was plump and delicate, and it must have been cold.As far as her arms are concerned, there's hardly any bourgeois erotic assault here.

Hans Castorp stared dreamily at Frau Chauchat's arm.What kind of clothes are the girls wearing!Their exposed necks and breasts, their tulle veils over their arms to give it a more polished look... women all over the world do this to arouse our desires.God, what a life!And just because it is a matter of course for women to be beautifully dressed--not only as a matter of course, but universally accepted--one hardly even thinks about it, just admires it quietly.But Hans Castorp thought to himself that one ought to think about it, in order to enjoy life to the fullest, and to realize that such an attire is flattering and almost celestially beautiful.Of course, we have a purpose in allowing women to dress up beautifully and not immorally; we are doing it for the next generation, yes, for the succession of the human race.But what if a woman is sick on the inside and unfit to be a mother? What's the point if she's sick on the inside with a layer of tulle just to attract men to make them curious about her body? ?Obviously this does not make any sense. In fact, this practice should be considered inappropriate and not allowed.Anyone who takes an interest in a sick mother must be irrational... Hans Castorp's secret affection for Pribislav Hipper used to be one of these cases.Such metaphors are neither fish nor fowl, but it hurts his heart to recall such memories.But he couldn't help thinking of it.At this time, he suddenly woke up from the dream, mainly because his attention was attracted to Dr. Krokowski again, and the doctor's voice became excited again.He stood behind the little table with his arms outstretched and his head tilted. Even in his frock coat, he did look a bit like Jesus Christ crucified!

It turned out that Dr. Krokowski ended his lecture with a rant about the benefits of psychoanalysis and with open arms asking everyone to come to him. "Come to me," he said in a different tone, "everyone who is tired and preoccupied, come to me!" Yes, preoccupied.He spoke of hidden pain, shame, and sadness, of the redemptive power of psychoanalysis.He argued that people's subconscious minds should be dissected, showing how disease could be retransformed into conscious inner impulses;Then he lowered his arms, raised his head again, rolled up the stack of papers he had used for his lecture, held the bundle in his left hand like a teacher, and went out from the corridor with his head held high.

Everyone stood up, pushed back their chairs, and began to walk slowly towards the exit from the hall where the doctor had left.They seemed to be hesitantly rushing towards him from all directions, but they couldn't help themselves, they just followed together in a daze. The bustling crowd seemed to be following the mouse catcher. Rats were rampant in the city of Hameln, and everyone hated them. At that time, a man volunteered, saying that as long as he blew his flute, he would be able to lure out the rats and eliminate them.When playing the flute, the children in the city took to the streets one after another, following the mouse catcher, so it is said.Like the back.Hans Castorp stood motionless in the crowd, leaning one hand on the back of his chair. "I'm only here as a guest," he thought. "I'm healthy, thank God, this matter has nothing to do with me, next time he gives a speech, I won't be here anymore." Seeing Mrs. Xiao Xia go out quietly, he still moved his head slightly forward. "I don't know if she's been psychoanalyzed?" he thought, and his heart began to throb ... He didn't notice that Joachim was coming towards him through the chairs, and that when his cousin was talking to him, he was nervous. I was taken aback.

"You came to the lecture at the last moment," said Joachim. "Did you run far just now? How does it smell?" "Oh, very well," answered Hans Castorp. "I've run a long way. I have to admit, though, that this walk has done me less good than I expected. Maybe it's too soon, or maybe it just isn't working. I don't want to do it again right now. .” Joachim did not ask whether Hans Castorp was interested in the speech, nor did Hans comment.Even afterwards, the two of them kept silent about the lecture, as if they had a tacit understanding with each other.