"Yes, Therese," Monsieur de Corville put in, "yes, we insist upon these details, you veil them with a decency¹ that removes all their edge of horror; there remains² only what is useful to whoever seeks to perfect his understanding of enigmatic man. You may not fully³ apprehend⁴ how these tableaux⁵ help toward the development of the human spirit; our backwardness in this branch of learning may very well be due to the stupid restraint of those who venture to write upon such matters. Inhibited⁷ by absurd fears, they only discuss the puerilities with which every fool is familiar, and dare not, by addressing themselves boldly to the investigation⁸ of the human heart, offer its gigantic idiosyncrasies to our view."

 

"Very well, Monsieur, I shall proceed," Therese resumed, affected⁹, "and proceeding¹⁰ as I have done until this point, I will strive to offer my sketches¹¹ in the least revolting colors."

 

Roland, with whose portrait I ought to begin, was a short, heavy-set man, thirty-five years old, incredibly vigorous and as hirsute¹² as a bear, with a glowering¹³ mien¹⁴ and fierce eye; very dark, with masculine features, a long nose, bearded to the eyes, black, shaggy brows; and in him that part which differentiates¹⁵ men from our sex was of such length and exorbitant¹⁶ circumference¹⁷, that not only had I never laid eyes upon anything comparable, but was even absolutely convinced Nature had never fashioned another as prodigious¹⁸; I could scarcely surround it with both hands, and its length matched that of my forearm. To this physique Roland joined all the vices¹⁹ which may be the issue of a fiery²⁰ temperament²¹, of considerable imagination, and of a luxurious²² life undisturbed by anything likely to distract from one's leisure pursuits. From his father Roland very early on in life he had become surfeited²³ by ordinary pleasures, and begun to resort to nothing but horrors; these alone were able to revive desires in a person jaded²⁴ by excessive pleasure; the women who served him were all employed in his secret debauches and to satisfy appetites only slightly less dishonest within which, nevertheless, this libertine²⁵ was able to find the criminal spice wherein above all his taste delighted; Roland kept his own sister as a mistress, and it was with her he brought to a climax²⁶ the passions he ignited in our company.

 

He was virtually naked when he entered; his inflamed²⁷ visage was evidence simultaneously²⁸ of the epicurean intemperance²⁹ to which he had just given himself over, and the abominable³⁰ lust³¹ which consumed him; for an instant he considers me with eyes that unstring my limbs.

 

"Get out of those clothes," says he, himself tearing off what I was wearing to cover me during the night... "yes, get rid of all that an follow me; a little while ago I made you sense what you risk by laziness; but should you desire to betray us, as that crime would be of greater magnitude, its punishment would have to be proportionally heavier; come along and see of what sort it would be."

 

I was in a state difficult to describe, but Roland, affording my spirit no time in which to burst forth³², immediately grasped my arm and dragged me out; he pulls me along with his right hand, in his left he holds a little lantern that emits a feeble light; after winding³³ this way and that, we reach a cellar door; he opens it, thrusts me ahead of him, tells me to descend³⁴ while he closes this first barrier; I obey; a hundred paces further, a second door; he opens and shuts it in the same way; but after this one there is no stairway, only a narrow passage hewn in the rock, filled with sinuosities, whose downward slope is extremely abrupt³⁵. Not a word from Roland; the silence affrights me still more; he lights us along with his travel for about fifteen minutes; my frame of mind makes me yet more sensitive to these subterranean³⁶ passages' terrible humidity. At last, we had descended³⁷ to such a depth that it is without fear of exaggeration I assure you the place at which we were to arrive must have been more than a furlong below the surface of the earth; on either side of the path we followed were occasional niches³⁸ where I saw coffers containing those criminals' wealth: one last bronze door appeared, Roland unlocked it, and I nearly fell backward upon perceiving the dreadful place to which this evil man had brought me. Seeing me falter³⁹, he pushed me rudely ahead, and thus, without wishing to be there, I found myself in the middle of that appalling⁴⁰ sepulcher⁴¹. Imagine, Madame, a circular cavern⁴², twenty-five feet in diameter, whose walls, hung in black, were decorated by none but the most lugubrious⁴³ objects, skeletons of all sizes, crossed bones, several heads, bundles of whips and collecti cutlasses, poignards, firearms: such were the horrors one spied on the walls illuminated⁴⁴ by a three-wicked oil lamp suspended in one corner of the vault⁴⁵; from a transverse beam dangled⁴⁶ a rope which fell to within eight or ten feet of the ground in the center of this dungeon⁴⁷ and which, as very soon you will see, was there for no other purpose than to facilitate dreadful expeditions: to the right was an open coffin⁴⁸ wherein glinted an effigy⁴⁹ of death brandishing⁵⁰ a threatful scythe⁵¹; a prayer stool was beside it; above it was visible a crucifix bracketed by candles of jet; to the left, the waxen dummy⁵² of a naked woman, so lifelike I was for a long time deceived by it; she was attached to a cross, posed with her chest facing it so that one had a full view of her posterior and cruelly molested⁵³ parts; blood seemed to ooze⁵⁴ from several wounds and to flow down her thighs⁵⁵; she had the most beautiful hair in all the world, her lovely head was turned toward us and plainly wrought⁵⁶ upon her lovely face, and there were even tears flowing down her cheeks: the sight of this terrible image was again enough to make me think I would collapse⁵⁷; the further part of the cavern was filled by a vast black divan⁵⁸ which eloquently⁵⁹ bespoke⁶⁰ all the atrocities⁶² which occurred in this infernal place.#p#分页标题#e#

 

"And here is where you will perish, Therese," quoth Roland, "if ever you conceive the fatal notion of leaving my establishment; yes, it is here I will myself put you to death, here I will make you reverberate⁶³ to the anguishes⁶⁴ inflicted⁶⁵ by everything of the most appalling I can possibly devise."

 

As he gave vent⁶ to this threat Roland became aroused; his agitation⁶⁶, his disorder⁶⁷ made him resemble a tiger about to spring upon its prey⁶⁸: 'twas then he brought to light the formidable member wherewith he was outfitted⁶⁹; he had me touch it, asked me whether I had ever beheld⁷⁰ its peer.

 

"Such as you see has, however, got to be introduced into the narrowest part of your body even if I must split you in half; my sister, considerably⁷¹ your junior, manages it in the same sector⁷²; never do I enjoy women in any other fashion," and so as to leave me in no doubt of the locale he had in mind, he inserted into it three fingers armed with exceedingly long nails, the while saying:

 

"Yes, 'tis there, Therese, it will be shortly into this hole I will drive this member which affrights you; it will be run every inch of the way in, it will tear you, you'll bleed and I will be beside myself."

 

Foam⁷³ flecked his lips as he spoke⁶¹ these words interspersed⁷⁴ with revolting oaths and blasphemies⁷⁵. The hand, which had been prying⁷⁶ open the shrine⁷⁷ he seemed to want to attack, now strayed over all the adjacent parts; he scratched them, he did as much to my breast, he clawed me so badly I was not to get over the pain for a fortnight. Next, he placed me on t mossy tonsure⁷⁸ with which Nature ornaments⁷⁹ the altar wherein our species finds regeneration; he set it afire and burned it. His fingers closed upon the fleshy protuberance which surmounts⁸⁰ this same altar, he snatched at it and scraped roughly, then he inserted his fingers within and his nails ripped the membrane⁸¹ which lines it. Losing all control over himself, he told me that, since he had me in his lair⁸², I might just as well not leave it, for that would spare him the nuisance of bringing me back down again; I fell to my knees and dared remind him again of what I had done in his behalf.... I observed I but further excited him by harping⁸³ again upon the rights to his pity I fancied were mine; he told me to be silent, bringing up his knee and giving me a tremendous blow in the pit of the stomach which sent me sprawling⁸⁴ on the flagstones. He seized a handful of my hair and jerked me erect⁸⁵.

 

"Very well!" he said, "come now! prepare yourself; it is a certainty, I am going to kill you...."

 

"Oh, Monsieur!"

 

"No, no, you've got to die; I do not want to hear you reproach me with your good little deeds; I don't like owing anything to anybody, others have got to rely upon me for everything.... You're going to perish, I tell you, get into that coffin, let's see if it fits."

 

He lifts me, thrusts me into it and shuts it, then quits the cavern and gives me the impression I have been left there. Never had I thought myself so near to death; alas⁸⁶! it was nonetheless to be presented to me under a yet more real aspect. Roland returns, he fetches me out of the coffin.

 

"You'll be well off in there," says he, "one would say 'twas made for you; but to let you finish peacefully in that box would be a death too sweet; I'm going to expose you to one of a different variety which, all the same, will have its agreeable qualities; so implore⁸⁷ your God, whore, pray to him to come posthaste and avenge⁸⁸ you if h really has it in him...."

 

I cast myself down upon the prie-dieu, and while aloud I open my heart to the Eternal, Roland in a still crueler manner intensifies⁸⁹, upon the hindquarters I expose to him, his vexations and his torments⁹⁰; with all his strength he flogs those parts with a steel-tipped martinet⁹¹, each blow draws a gush⁹² of blood which springs to the walls.

 

"Why," he continued with a curse, "he doesn't much aid you, your God, does he? and thus he allows unhappy virtue⁹³ to suffer, he abandons it to villainy's hands; ah! what a bloody⁹⁴ fine God you've got there, Therese, what a superb God he is! Come," he says, "come here, whore, your prayer should be done," and at the same time he places me upon the divan at the back of that cell; "I told you Therese, you have got to die!"

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