BER. Your wife doesn"t fail to advise you to get rid, in that way, of your two daughters; and I have no doubt that, through a spirit of charity, she would be charmed to see them both good nuns.
ARG. Oh, I see! My poor wife again! It is she who does all the harm, and everybody is against her.
BER. No, brother; let us leave that alone. She is a woman with the best intentions in the world for the good of your family, and is free from all interested motives. She expresses for you the most extraordinary tenderness, and shows towards your children an inconceivable goodness. No, don"t let us speak of her, but only of your daughter. What can be your reason for wishing to give her in marriage to the sort of a doctor?
ARG. My reason is that I wish to have a son-in-law who will suit my wants.
BER. But it is not what your daughter requires, and we have a more suitable match for her.
ARG. Yes; but this one is more suitable for me.
BER. But does she marry a husband for herself or for you, brother?
ARG. He must do both for her and for me, brother; and I wish to take into my family people of whom I have need.
BER. So that, if your little girl were old enough, you would give her to an apothecary?
ARG. Why not?
BER. Is it possible that you should always be so infatuated with your apothecaries and doctors, and be so determined to be ill, in spite of men and nature?
ARG. What do you mean by that, brother?
BER. I mean, brother, that I know of no man less sick than you, and that I should be quite satisfied with a const.i.tution no worse than yours. One great proof that you are well, and that you have a body perfectly well made, is that with all the pains you have taken, you have failed as yet in injuring the soundness of your const.i.tution, and that you have not died of all the medicine they have made you swallow.
ARG. But are you aware, brother, that it is these medicines which keep me in good health? Mr. Purgon says that I should go off if he were but three days without taking care of me.
BER. If you are not careful, he will take such care of you that he will soon send you into the next world.
ARG. But let us reason together, brother; don"t you believe at all in medicine?
BER. No, brother; and I do not see that it is necessary for our salvation to believe in it.
ARG. What! Do you not hold true a thing acknowledged by everybody, and revered throughout all ages?
BER. Between ourselves, far from thinking it true, I look upon it as one of the greatest follies which exist among men; and to consider things from a philosophical point of view, I don"t know of a more absurd piece of mummery, of anything more ridiculous, than a man who takes upon himself to cure another man.
ARG. Why will you not believe that a man can cure another?
BER. For the simple reason, brother, that the springs of our machines are mysteries about which men are as yet completely in the dark, and nature has put too thick a veil before our eyes for us to know anything about it.
ARG. Then, according to you, the doctors know nothing at all.
BER. Oh yes, brother. Most of them have some knowledge of the best cla.s.sics, can talk fine Latin, can give a Greek name to every disease, can define and distinguish them; but as to curing these diseases, that"s out of the question.
ARG. Still, you must agree to this, that doctors know more than others.
BER. They know, brother, what I have told you; and that does not effect many cures. All the excellency of their art consists in pompous gibberish, in a specious babbling, which gives you words instead of reasons, and promises instead Of results.
ARG. Still, brother, there exist men as wise and clever as you, and we see that in cases of illness every one has recourse to the doctor.
BER. It is a proof of human weakness, and not of the truth of their art.
ARG. Still, doctors must believe in their art, since they make use of it for themselves.
BER. It is because some of them share the popular error by which they themselves profit, while others profit by it without sharing it. Your Mr. Purgon has no wish to deceive; he is a thorough doctor from head to foot, a man who believes in his rules more than in all the demonstrations of mathematics, and who would think it a crime to question them. He sees nothing obscure in physic, nothing doubtful, nothing difficult, and through an impetuous prepossession, an obstinate confidence, a coa.r.s.e common sense and reason, orders right and left purgatives and bleedings, and hesitates at nothing. We must bear him no ill-will for the harm he does us; it is with the best intentions in the world that he will send you into the next world, and in killing you he will do no more than he has done to his wife and children, and than he would do to himself, if need be.[4]
ARG. It is because you have a spite against him. But let us come to the point. What is to be done when one is ill?
BER. Nothing, brother.
ARG. Nothing?
BER. Nothing. Only rest. Nature, when we leave her free, will herself gently recover from the disorder into which she has fallen. It is our anxiety, our impatience, which does the mischief, and most men die of their remedies, and not of their diseases.
ARG. Still you must acknowledge, brother, that we can in certain things help nature.
BER. Alas! brother; these are pure fancies, with which we deceive ourselves. At all times, there have crept among men brilliant fancies in which we believe, because they flatter us, and because it would be well if they were true. When a doctor speaks to us of a.s.sisting, succouring nature, of removing what is injurious to it, of giving it what it is defective in, of restoring it, and giving back to it the full exercise of its functions, when he speaks of purifying the blood, of refreshing the bowels and the brain, of correcting the spleen, of rebuilding the lungs, of renovating the liver, of fortifying the heart, of re-establishing and keeping up the natural heat, and of possessing secrets wherewith to lengthen life of many years--he repeats to you the romance of physic. But when you test the truth of what he has promised to you, you find that it all ends in nothing; it is like those beautiful dreams which only leave you in the morning the regret of having believed in them.
ARG. Which means that all the knowledge of the world is contained in your brain, and that you think you know more than all the great doctors of our age put together.
BER. When you weigh words and actions, your great doctors are two different kinds of people. Listen to their talk, they are the cleverest people in the world; see them at work, and they are the most ignorant.
ARG. Heyday! You are a great doctor, I see, and I wish that some one of those gentlemen were here to take up your arguments and to check your babble.
BER. I do not take upon myself, brother, to fight against physic; and every one at their own risk and peril may believe what he likes. What I say is only between ourselves; and I should have liked, in order to deliver you from the error into which you have fallen, and in order to amuse you, to take you to see some of Moliere"s comedies on this subject.
ARG. Your Moliere is a fine impertinent fellow with his comedies! I think it mightily pleasant of him to go and take off honest people like the doctors.
BER. It is not the doctors themselves that he takes off, but the absurdity of medicine.
ARG. It becomes him well, truly, to control the faculty! He"s a nice simpleton, and a nice impertinent fellow to laugh at consultations and prescriptions, to attack the body of physicians, and to bring on his stage such venerable people as those gentlemen.
BER. What would you have him bring there but the different professions of men? Princes and kings are brought there every day, and they are of as good a stock as your physicians.
ARG. No, by all the devils! if I were a physician, I would be revenged of his impertinence, and when he falls ill, I would let him die without relief. In vain would he beg and pray. I would not prescribe for him the least little bleeding, the least little injection, and I would tell him, "Die, die, like a dog; it will teach you to laugh at us doctors."
BER. You are terribly angry with him.
ARG. Yes, he is an ill-advised fellow, and if the doctors are wise, they will do what I say.
BER. He will be wiser than the doctors, for he will not go and ask their help.
ARG. So much the worse for him, if he has not recourse to their remedies.
BER. He has his reasons for not wishing to have anything to do with them; he is certain that only strong and robust const.i.tutions can bear their remedies in addition to the illness, and he has only just enough strength for his sickness.
ARG. What absurd reasons. Here, brother, don"t speak to me anymore about that man; for it makes me savage, and you will give me his complaint.