"Error! We look at death in the case of the individual, where, no doubt, it is a calamity; but with relation to things it is different. Do not separate mind from matter."
"However, sir, before the Creation----"
"There was no Creation. It has always existed. Otherwise this would be a new being adding itself to the Divine idea, which is absurd."
The priest arose; business matters called him elsewhere.
"I flatter myself I"ve floored him!" said Pecuchet. "One word more.
Since the existence of the world is but a continual pa.s.sage from life to death, and from death to life, so far from everything existing, nothing is. But everything is becoming--do you understand?"
"Yes; I do understand--or rather I don"t."
Idealism in the end exasperated Bouvard.
"I don"t want any more of it. The famous _cogito_ stupefies me. Ideas of things are taken for the things themselves. What we understand very slightly is explained by means of words which we don"t understand at all--substance, extension, force, matter, and soul. So much abstraction, imagination. As for G.o.d, it is impossible to know in what way He is, if He is at all. Formerly, He used to cause the wind, the thunderstorms, revolutions. At present, He is diminishing. Besides, I don"t see the utility of Him."
"And morality--in this state of affairs."
"Ah! so much the worse."
"It lacks a foundation in fact," said Pecuchet.
And he remained silent, driven into a corner by premises which he had himself laid down. It was a surprise--a crushing bit of logic.
Bouvard no longer even believed in matter.
The certainty that nothing exists (deplorable though it may be) is none the less a certainty. Few persons are capable of possessing it. This transcendency on their part inspired them with pride, and they would have liked to make a display of it. An opportunity presented itself.
One morning, while they were going to buy tobacco, they saw a crowd in front of Langlois" door. The public conveyance from Falaise was surrounded, and there was much excitement about a convict named Touache, who was wandering about the country. The conductor had met him at Croix-Verte between two gendarmes, and the people of Chavignolles breathed a sigh of relief.
Girbal and the captain remained on the green; then the justice of the peace made his appearance, curious to obtain information, and after him came M. Marescot in a velvet cap and sheepskin slippers.
Langlois invited them to honour his shop with their presence; they would be more at their ease; and in spite of the customers and the loud ringing of the bell, the gentlemen continued their discussion as to Touache"s offences.
"Goodness gracious!" said Bouvard, "he had bad instincts. That was the whole of it!"
"They are conquered by virtue," replied the notary.
"But if a person has not virtue?"
And Bouvard positively denied free-will.
"Yet," said the captain, "I can do what I like. I am free, for instance, to move my leg."
"No, sir, for you have a motive for moving it."
The captain looked out for something to say in reply, and found nothing.
But Girbal discharged this shaft:
"A Republican speaking against liberty. That is funny."
"A droll story," chimed in Langlois.
Bouvard turned on him with this question:
"Why don"t you give all you possess to the poor?"
The grocer cast an uneasy glance over his entire shop.
"Look here, now, I"m not such an idiot! I keep it for myself."
"If you were St. Vincent de Paul, you would act differently, since you would have his character. You obey your own. Therefore, you are not free."
"That"s a quibble!" replied the company in chorus.
Bouvard did not flinch, and said, pointing towards the scales on the counter:
"It will remain motionless so long as each scale is empty. So with the will; and the oscillation of the scales between two weights which seem equal represents the strain on our mind when it is hesitating between different motives, till the moment when the more powerful motive gets the better of it and leads it to a determination."
"All that," said Girbal, "makes no difference for Touache, and does not prevent him from being a downright vicious rogue."
Pecuchet addressed the company:
"Vices are properties of Nature, like floods, tempests."
The notary stopped, and raising himself on tiptoe at every word:
"I consider your system one of complete immorality. It gives scope to every kind of excess, excuses crimes, and declares the guilty innocent."
"Exactly," replied Bouvard; "the wretch who follows his appet.i.tes is right from his own point of view just as much as the honest man who listens to reason."
"Do not defend monsters!"
"Wherefore monsters? When a person is born blind, an idiot, a homicide, this appears to us to be opposed to order, as if order were known to us, as if Nature were striving towards an end."
"You then raise a question about Providence?"
"I do raise a question about it."
"Look rather to history," exclaimed Pecuchet. "Recall to mind the a.s.sa.s.sinations of kings, the ma.s.sacres amongst peoples, the dissensions in families, the affliction of individuals."
"And at the same time," added Bouvard, for they mutually excited each other, "this Providence takes care of little birds, and makes the claws of crayfishes grow again. Oh! if by Providence you mean a law which rules everything, I am of the same opinion, and even more so."
"However, sir," said the notary, "there are principles."
"What stuff is that you"re talking? A science, according to Condillac, is so much the better the less need it has of them. They do nothing but summarise acquired knowledge, and they bring us back to those conceptions which are exactly the disputable ones."
"Have you, like us," went on Pecuchet, "scrutinised and explored the arcana of metaphysics?"