Chapter 45 Notre Dame de Paris (3) Volume VII Fate (4)

Four Destinies ① It so happened that on a fine morning in this same March, I think it was Saturday the twenty-ninth, St. Eustache's Day, our young student friend John Frollo of the Mill arose When dressing, he found that the wallet in his trousers pocket had no sound of coins.Then he took his purse out of the pocket of his trousers, and said, "Poor purse! Why! Not even a penny! Craps, beer, and women, how cruelly you have been stripped! Look at you now! How empty, wrinkled, limp! Like the breasts of a shrew! Lord Cicero, Lord Seneca, I turn to you for your advice, when your shriveled books are scattered all over the floor. , though I know better than the superintendent of the money exchange, or the Jew on the bridge of the exchange, that a gold crown engraved with a gold crown is worth thirty-five by eleven twenty-five soles and eight deniers in Paris, A crescent engraved with an engraved écu is worth thirty-six times eleven twenty-six soles and six deniétours. If I don't even have a small coin to press the double six, I will know more and more. What's the use! Ah! Consul Cicero! This calamity is not to be avoided by euphemisms of 'how' and 'but'!"

① The original text of this word is Greek. ② The original text is Latin. He put on his clothes morosely.When he was tying his shoelaces, he suddenly had an idea and thought about it.But first he dismissed the idea, and then it came back, putting his vest on backwards, and it was evident that a violent battle was going on in his head.At last, he threw his hat violently on the ground, and shouted: "Never mind! Never mind! I'll go to my brother. I might be reprimanded, but I'll get a crown." Having made up his mind, he hurriedly put on the embellished leather jacket, picked up his hat, and went out the door as if to risk his life.

He walked along Harp Street towards the old town.Passing through Little Horn Street, he saw those admirable barbecue spits constantly turning, and the smell made his sense of smell tickle, so he glanced at the huge barbecue restaurant with admiration. It was this barbecue restaurant that once made the Franciscan monk Calatagirona finally utter a touching tribute: "Indeed, this barbecue restaurant is really amazing!" ① But John didn't have any money to buy breakfast, so he let out a long sigh and got into the gate of the small castle. The small castle is the throat into the old city, and it is composed of several huge towers in a huge double quincunx shape.

He did not even have time to throw a stone at the ignominious statue of Perrine Leclerc as he passed, as was the custom at the time.The man who handed over Paris to the English at the time of Charles VI, for which the face of his likeness was stoned and smeared with mud, atones for three hundred years at the corner of the Rue de la Harpe and the Rue de Bussy It's like being nailed to the eternal pillar of shame. After crossing the little bridge and striding down the Rue Neue-Saint-Gereviève, John of the Mill came to the gate of Notre-Dame.He hesitated again, dawdling around the statue of Lord Hui for a while, and said anxiously: "The reprimand is certain, but Ecu is mysterious!"

Just when a servant came out of the monastery, he stopped him and asked, "Where is the vice-bishop of Joza?" "I think he's in his closet in the belfry," answered the footman. "However, I advise you not to disturb him, unless you are sent by the Pope, or someone as great as His Majesty the King." When John heard this, he clapped his hands happily and said, "Damn it! This is a rare opportunity to see that famous witch's den!" Thinking about it this way, he made up his mind, and resolutely broke into the small black door, climbed up the St. Giles spiral staircase leading to the top floor of the bell tower, and said to himself: "We will see it! Our Lady! This It must be a strange thing for my venerable brother to hide and hide it! It is said that he built a fire in the secret room and cooked hellish meals, and boiled gold stones with a blazing fire. God! In my eyes, the touch of gold is just a stone, and I don't care! Rather than the world's largest touchstone, I'd rather find a plate of Easter eggs scrambled in lard on his stove!"

When he climbed to the colonnade, he stopped to take a breath, and repeated "Damn it", it would take millions of cars to fill it, scolded the stairway that didn't go to the end, and then went from the north clock tower. The small door for public access continues upwards.After passing the bell cage for a while, a small pillar strengthened from the side and a low pointed arched door stood in front of him, and facing him was a loophole cut in the inner wall of the spiral staircase, which could just watch the huge door on the door. The iron lock and the solid iron frame.Anyone who is curious today and wants to take a look at this small door can recognize it from the white words carved on the black wall: "I reverence Coralli. 1829. Inscribed by Yu Ren."

The word "title" belongs to the original text. "Oh!" said the student. "Probably here." The key was in the lock, and the door was ajar.He tiptoedly pushed the door open and put his head in through the crack. The Rembrandt who is known as Shakespeare among the masters of painting, the audience must have read his exquisite picture album!Among the many marvelous pictures, there was especially one etched engraving, which was supposed to represent the learned Faust, and which caused admiration.It showed a dark room with a table covered with hideous things, such as skulls, globes, retorts, compasses, and hieroglyphic vellum.The scholar stood at the table, wearing a baggy robe and a fur hat that reached to his eyebrows.Only his upper body can be seen.He half-raised from the wide easy chair, put his clenched fists on the table, and stared curiously and horrified at a huge circle of light composed of magical letters, which appeared on the wall at the bottom of the house like The spectrum of the sun shines brightly in a darkened room.The magical sun seemed to tremble and illuminate the dark chamber with its mysterious radiance.It's scary and beautiful.

But Johann boldly put his head through the crack of the door, and the scene he saw was very similar to Faust's Chamber of Secrets. Tables, some compasses, some retorts, some animal bones hanging from the ceiling, a globe rolling on the ground, miscellaneous potion bottles, short-necked jars with quivering gold leaves inside, placed in weird and strange places covered with images and words. The skull of a dead man on the old parchment, and a large stack of manuscripts, which casually let the brittle edges of the parchment completely pop out.All in all, all the rubbish of science, and above all this mess, dust and cobwebs, except that there were no halos of glittering letters, nor the ecstatic polymath. , as the vulture gazes at the sun, gazes upon that fiery vision.

However, the Chamber of Secrets was not empty.In the easy chair sat a man, bent over the table.He turned his back to John, who could see only his shoulders and the back of his head, but did not bother to recognize the bald head, which, by nature, always had the same shaven dome, as if through This external symbol was determined to mark the archdeacon's irresistible call to the priesthood. That's how John recognized his brother.However, the door was pushed open so gently that Don Claude was not aware of his arrival.The curious student took the opportunity to inspect the secret room calmly and carefully.Under the window opening, to the left of the chair, was a large stove, which he hadn't noticed at first.The sunlight coming in from the window opening has to pass through a circular spider web; it is like a delicate lattice window, which is interestingly embedded in the pointed arched window opening; in the middle of the web sits the insect building. The teacher, motionless, is like the axis of a drawn lace roulette.The stove was littered with all kinds of bottles and jars, small stoneware bottles, glass decanters, and charcoal flasks.John found that there was not even a pot here, and he couldn't help sighing, thinking: "This kitchen utensils are so new!" Besides, there was no fire in the stove, and it didn't even look like a fire had been lit for a long time.

Among the mass of alchemy vessels John found a glass visor, which must have been used by the archdeacon to protect his face when he was refining some dangerous substance.The mask was left in a corner, covered with dust, and the cover had an inscription carved in copper: To breathe is to hope. ① There are many other inscriptions, most of them written in the fashion of the alchemists ① The original text is Latin. On the walls, some were written in ink, others were carved with metal points.And the font is mixed, there are Gothic letters, Hebrew letters, Greek letters and Roman letters. spear.It is indeed a hodgepodge of all philosophies, all dreams, all wisdom in the world, in which now and then one inscription stands above the rest, shining like a banner amidst a forest of spears.Mostly a short aphorism in Latin or Greek, which was wonderfully written in the Middle Ages: When?Where do you come from? —Man himself is a monster. ——The stars, the place of residence, the name, the divine will. ——Big book, big disaster. — Boldly seek knowledge. — Pride resides in the will, etc.Sometimes there is only one word, apparently meaningless: obscenity, which may be a painful allusion to the institution of monastic life; ruler. ③

There were also bits and pieces of Hebrew magic books, and John knew very little Greek, and he was even more confused about Hebrew.All the words and sentences are arbitrarily added with stars, portraits or animal figures, and triangular symbols, interlaced with each other, which can play a role in fueling the flames, making the wall of this secret room covered with handwriting look like a monkey using a pen soaked in ink A piece of paper scribbled on. In addition, the general appearance of this secret room is unattended and dilapidated; from the incomplete state of the equipment, it can be imagined that the owner of the secret room has long been indifferent to his own experiments because of other concerns. ①The original text is Greek. ② This quotation was originally in Latin and Greek. ③ The original text is Latin. At this time, the owner of the secret room was reading a large manuscript with strange illustrations at his desk. It seemed that some kind of thought kept invading his meditation, and he seemed flustered.At least John thought so, because like a dreamer, he uttered intermittent meditative ravings while dreaming, only to hear him shouting loudly: "Yes, Manu said so, Zoroaster taught so, The sun is born of fire, the moon is born of the sun. Fire is the soul of the universe. Its basic atoms are constantly flowing and pouring into the world. That is to give birth to gold....Light and gold, the same thing, are both the physical state of fire....It is the visible and palpable division of the same substance, the fluid and solid division, just like the division of water vapor and ice, That's all.... This is not a dream, but the universal law of nature.... But how can we separate the mystery of this universal law from science? What! The light that shines on my hand is gold These same atoms expand according to a certain law, just condense these atoms according to another law!...How to do it?...Someone once thought of burying sunlight in the ground...Ah Verroes①, yes, Averroes.... Averroes had buried a ray of sunlight under the first pillar on the left side of the Qur'an in the Great Mosque of Kordi, but it could only be seen at 8,000 The crypt can only be opened after a year to see if the experiment is successful." "Damn it!" John said from the side. "I've waited a long time for a crown!" ① Averroes (1126-1198): Arab philosopher. "Some people think," said the archdeacon, still dreaming, "that it would be better to experiment with the light of Sirius. But it is not easy to obtain the pure light of Sirius, because the light of other stars is mixed with it. According to Flamel, It is much more convenient to experiment with fire on the ground...Flamel! What a good name! Flamel, the sound is flame!...Yes, it is fire, that's it....Diamonds in coal , Gold resides in fire.... But how to extract it? Magisterry believes that some women's names have an extremely warm and mysterious charm, as long as they are pronounced during the experiment....See if Manu is How to say it: 'Where women are respected, gods are full of joy; where women are discriminated against, it is futile to pray to God. A woman's mouth is always pure, it is flowing water, it is sunshine. A woman's name should be flattering Lovely, warm, and whimsical; the end should be a long vowel sound, which reads like a consecration.'... Yes, the sage was right; in fact, Maria, Sophia, and Esmelia all That's it....Damn it! Keep haunting this kind of thought!" Having said that, he closed the book fiercely. He touched his forehead, as if to drive away the thought that kept haunting him. Afterwards, he picked up a nail and a small hammer from the table, and on the handle of the hammer was strangely drawn characters like magic symbols. "For a long time," he added with a wry smile. "My experiments failed again and again! That obstinate idea stuck with me like a soldering iron in my brain. I cannot even discover the secret of Cassiodorus, whose lamp burns without a wick and without oil.This is a simple matter! " "Fart!" John said to himself. "Therefore," went on the priest. "Just the slightest opening of the brain is enough to make a man cowardly and crazy! Cough! Let Claude Perrier make fun of me, she can't take Nicolas Flamel's attention from her for a moment. Away from the great cause he pursues! What! I hold in my hand the magic hammer of Zehiele! With which the dreadful Rabbi, in the depths of his chamber, hammers at this nail, every day One blow of the hammer can completely sink the enemy he cursed into the earth even from thousands of miles away. Even the king of France, who had the impudence to knock on the door of this magician one night, was immediately sunk in the ground in the streets of Paris. , down to the knees.... This happened not three hundred years ago.... Why! I have a hammer for nails, too, but these tools are no more powerful in my hand than a mallet in a knifemaker's hand. ...the point is to find the spell that Zehiele chanted when he hammered the nail." ① Magistri: Byzantine philosopher in the ninth century. ② Cassiodorus (about 480-about 575): Latin writer, author of several mysterious works. "Nonsense!" thought John. "Come on, try it!" said the archdeacon excitedly. "If it succeeds, the head of the nail will glow blue. . . . Emment--Edan! . . . wrong. ...Siriani!Siriani! ②...Let this nail dig the grave of any fellow named Phoebes! ...Damn it!The same idea over and over again, endlessly! "As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the hammer angrily, slumped on the chair, and fell down on the table. Because of the high back of the chair, John couldn't see him. For a while, he was only seen lying on the table A twitching and clenched fist on a book. Suddenly, Don Claude stood up, picked up a compass, and quietly carved on the wall this Greek word in capitals: 'AN'A# KH ③. ①② spell. ③ It means fate, please refer to the author's original preface. "My brother is crazy!" thought John. "It would be easier to write it in Latin! Not everyone knows Greek." The archdeacon came and sat down in a chair, resting his head on his hands, like a sick man fainted by a fever. The student stared at his brother in surprise.He is open-minded, observes the world only by pure natural laws, and his strong emotions flow freely according to his own preferences. Every morning, he dugs a new ditch fully, so the lake of passion in his heart is always dry.A person like him naturally cannot comprehend: once the outlet of the ocean of human desire is blocked, how it will surge violently, how it will deposit, how it will expand, how it will overflow, how it will tear people's hearts, How it erupts into inner cries and secret convulsions, till it breaks its banks and ruins its bed.Claude Frollo's stern appearance, his sanctimonious and repulsive face, had always deceived John.It never occurred to the jovial student that beneath the snow-capped summit of Mount Etna there would be a seething, furious, deep lava. We do not know whether these thoughts suddenly occurred to him at this time.But, for all his ignorance, he knew that he saw what he should not have seen, that he had stumbled upon the most secret state of his brother's soul, and that his presence should not be made known to Claude.Seeing that the archdeacon had returned to the original state of indifference, he quietly retracted his head, deliberately walked a few steps outside the door, and made a noise, as if someone had just arrived and was announcing the people in the room. . ① The original text is Latin. ② The famous volcano in Sicily. "Come in!" cried the Archdeacon from the closet. "I was waiting for you. I left the key in the lock on purpose. Come in, Monsieur Jacques." The student boldly walked in.The archdeacon was so embarrassed by the presence of such a visitor in such a place that he shuddered in his chair, and said: "What! is it you, John?" "Anyway, it's the same J ① beginning with a letter. "The student blushed and cheekily replied easily. Don Claude was serious again. "What are you doing here?" "My brother," answered the student, trying to appear both tactful and pathetic and humble, and turning his hat in his hands with an air of innocence. "I've come to ask you..." "what?" "A little teaching that I urgently need." John didn't dare to say any more loudly: "There is also a little more money that I need more urgently." "Sir, I am very unhappy with you." The archdeacon's tone was very cold. "Oh!" the student sighed. ① John (Jehan) and Jacques (Jacques) both start with the letter J. Don Claude turned his chair a quarter of a turn, fixed his eyes on John, and said: "It's a pleasure to meet you!" It was a dreadful opening line, and John was ready for a severe reprimand. "John, I've been told about you every day. What happened to that fight where you beat a little vicomte named Abel de Lamonchamp black and blue with a stick? . . . " "Oh!" said John. "It's a trivial matter! It's the little servant, the bad boy, who is riding a horse in the mud for fun, splashing mud all over his classmates!" "You tore the gown of Maière Farge, and what? What's going on? continued the archdeacon. "The man complained that the robes were all torn." " "Well, bah! It's just Montaigu's shabby little cloak!" "The indictment clearly states that it is a robe, not a cloak. Do you understand Latin?" John didn't answer. "Yes!" the priest continued, shaking his head. "The liberal arts are now being studied so far! Latin is hardly audible, Syriac is unknown, Greek is so annoying that even the most learned people skip a Greek word when they come across it, and don't think Ignorant, but said: This is a Greek word, I can't pronounce it. ③" Hearing this, the student raised his head resolutely and said, "Master, please allow me to explain to you the Greek word on the wall in the purest French." "Which word?" "'AN'A#KH." A faint blush suddenly appeared on the archdeacon's yellow cheekbones, like a wisp of smoke released by the violent vibration inside the volcano.Students hardly notice it. "That's kind, John." The elder brother stammered, pulling himself together. "What does that word mean?" "destiny." ①②③ The original text is Latin. Don Claude's face turned pale, but the student continued casually: "There is also the Greek word below. It can be seen that it was carved by the same person, and it means obscene. You see, I can understand Greek." The archdeacon was silent, puzzled by this Greek lesson.Like a spoiled child, little Johann, smart in everything, saw that this was a good time to make a bold request, so he pretended to be soft and said: "My good brother, don't you really hate me so much that you put on a vicious look just because I was fighting with people for fun, slapped someone hard, kicked someone? A few asses, and a lesson to those young lads, what brats?—You see, good brother Claude, my Latin is quite good." However, this hypocritical intimacy did not have the usual effect on the stern elder brother.Keberos, the watchdog of hell, doesn't eat honey cake, and the wrinkles on the archdeacon's forehead haven't relaxed at all. "What on earth do you want?" the archdeacon asked dryly. "Well, tell the truth! I want money." John responded bravely. Upon hearing this unabashed confession, the archdeacon immediately changed his face, showing the expression of an old man teaching his son. "You know, Monsieur John, that our fief at Teilshape, including the annual tribute and the rent of twenty-one houses, amounts to thirty-nine livres, eleven sols, and six deniers in Paris all year round. . That's half as much as the Parkley brothers were back then, but still not much." "I need money," John said calmly. ① The original text is Latin. "You know that the Inquisition has ruled that our twenty-one houses belonged to the whole fiefdom of the bishop, and that to redeem this subordination, two gilt silver marks worth two Paris-Leifre. But I haven't been able to get the two marks together. You know that." "I know I need money," John repeated a third time. "What do you want the money for?" Hearing this question, a gleam of hope flashed across John's eyes, and he pretended to be docile and flattering again. "Ah, dear brother Claude, I have no evil intentions in asking you for money. It is not to use your money to pretend to go to the tavern to show off, nor to ride a horse, brocade horse, shining with gold, with servants. To walk the streets of Paris. No, sir, for a good deed." "What kind of good thing?" Claude was a little surprised and asked. "Two friends of mine want to buy clothes for a poor widow's child in the Assumption. It's a good thing, and it will cost three florins, and I'll think of one too." "What are the names of your two friends?" "Pierre Lasomemer and Baptiste Croqueisson." "Oh!" said the archdeacon. "These names are really fitting for good deeds, like putting a stone cannon on the altar of a church." Granted, John's choice of these two names was terrible, but it was too late. ① These two names mean Pierre the Executioner and Battisti the Gambler. "Besides," went on the spiritual Claude. "What kind of children's clothing costs three florins? And it's for a widow's child in the Assumption? I'd like to ask since when widows in the Assumption have swaddling clothes." Where's your baby?" John broke the embarrassment again by saying, "Come on, that's right! I want the money to go to the Valley of Love to see Isabelle Thierry tonight, all right?" "Shameless wretch!" cried the priest. "Obscenity," John replied. The student, perhaps mischievously, borrowed the word from the wall of the chamber, but it had a strange effect on the priest.I saw him biting his lip, blushing with anger. "Go away, I'm waiting for someone." So he said to John. The student tried to make another effort: "Brother Claude, at least give me a little money to eat." "How has the Church of Gratian learned?" asked Don Claude. "The book is lost." "How are you doing in the Latin humanities?" "Oratius His books were stolen. " "How did Aristotle learn?" ①The original text is Greek. ② Oratius, a legendary Roman hero in the sixth century BC. "Seriously! Brother, who is the priest who said that heresy of all ages is rooted in Aristotle's metaphysics? To hell, Aristotle De! I don't want his metaphysics to destroy my religion." "Young man," went on the archdeacon. "When the king entered the city for the last time, there was a nobleman named Philippe de Cominas, whose horse cape had a motto embroidered on it, I would like to advise you to think about it: He who does not work shall not eat. " The student remained silent for a while, scratching his ears with his fingers, staring at the ground with a sullen expression on his face.Suddenly, he turned to Claude, his agility was no less than that of a monkey. "So, good brother, you won't even give me a Paris Sol to buy a crust at the bakery?" "He who does not work shall not eat." The archdeacon was merciless. After hearing his answer, John covered his head with his hands, and shouted with a desperate expression like a woman crying: "O# o# o# o# o# oi!" "What does this mean, sir?" Claude couldn't help but startled when he heard the strange cry, and asked. The student had just rubbed his eyes with his fist, making it look like he was crying red, when he heard Claude's question, he looked up at him cheekily, and replied: "Well, what! This is Greek! It's the iambic of Aeschylus, expressing grief." Speaking of this, he immediately burst out laughing, laughing so funny and so hard that the archdeacon couldn't help smiling.In fact, it's Claude's own fault. Why did he spoil this child like that in the past? "Oh! Good brother Claude, the soles of my boots are so torn that my tongue sticks out. Is there any thick-soled boots in the world more miserable than this?" The archdeacon suddenly returned to his original gruff voice: "The new boots will be sent to you, and there will be no money." ① The original text is Latin. ② A foot with two light syllables followed by a heavy syllable. "Bro, just a penny!" John pleaded. "I must study hard, recite the decree of Gratian, believe in God, and strive to become a Pythagoras with good character and learning. But, give me a small penny, please do me a favor! If you are hungry, you will die." Here, before my eyes, it's so dirty, smelly, and deep that even the noses of a Tartar or a monk can't even come close to it, do you have the heart to see me devoured by hunger?" Don Claude shook his wrinkled head and said again: "The unworkable..." John did not let him finish, and exclaimed: "Forget it, go to hell! Long live the fun! I'm going to drink, to fight, to smash wine jars, and to find women!" Saying this, he threw his hat against the wall and clacked his fingers like castanets. The archdeacon cast a sullen look at him. "John, you have no soul." "In that case, according to Epicurus, what I lack is an inexplicable contraption of something inexplicable." "John, you should seriously think about reforming yourself." "Well," cried the student, looking at his brother and at the retort on the stove. "No wonder everything here is absurd, all kinds of ideas and bottles and jars!" "John, you're standing on a slippery slope, do you know where you're going?" "Skate to the tavern," John replied. "The tavern leads to the pillar of shame." "It's just a lantern like other lanterns, maybe it's this one, Diogenes You can find what you're looking for. " "The pillar of shame leads to the gallows." "The gallows is just a scale with a man at one end and the whole earth at the other. It would be wonderful to be that man." "The gallows leads to hell." "Hell is a great fire." "John, John, you're going to end badly." "It got off to a good start." At this time, footsteps came from the stairs. "Hush!" said the Archdeacon, putting a finger to his mouth. "Monsieur Jacques is here. Listen, John," he added in a low voice. "What you see and hear here, don't tell. Get under this fire and don't make a sound." The student curled up under the stove, had an idea, and made up his mind: "That's right, Brother Claude, give me a florin, and I'll keep silent." "Shut up! I promise you." "Give it right away." "Take it!" the archdeacon threw the wallet at him angrily.John went under the stove again, just as the door opened. ① According to legend, one day at noon, (Diogenes) was walking on the streets of Athens with a lantern. Someone asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "I'm looking for someone."