STRANGER (with certainty). Yes. It was.
PRIOR. It was; and you"ve never been able to forget it. Never. Now listen, you"ve a good memory; can you remember _The Swiss Family Robinson_?
STRANGER (shrinking). _The Swiss Family Robinson_?
PRIOR. Yes. Those events that caused you such mental torture happened in 1857, but at Christmas 1856, that is the year before, you tore a copy of that book and out of fear of punishment hid it under a chest in the kitchen. (The STRANGER is taken aback.) The wardrobe was painted in oak graining, and clothes hung in its upper part, whilst shoes stood below.
This wardrobe seemed enormously big to you, for you were a small child, and you couldn"t imagine it could ever be moved; but during spring cleaning at Easter what was hidden was brought to light. Fear drove you to put the blame on a schoolfellow. And now he had to endure torture, because appearances were against him, for you were thought to be trustworthy. After this the history of your sorrows comes as a logical sequence. You accept this logic?
STRANGER. Yes. Punish me!
PRIOR. No. I don"t punish; when I was a child I did--similar things. But will you now promise to forget this history of your own sufferings for all time and never to recount it again?
STRANGER. I promise! If only he whom I took advantage of could forgive me.
PRIOR. He has already. Isn"t that so, Pater Isidor?
ISIDOR (who was the DOCTOR in the first part of "The Road to Damascus,"
rising). With my whole heart!
STRANGER. It"s you!
ISIDOR. Yes. I.
PRIOR (to FATHER ISIDOR). Pater Isidor, say a word, just one.
ISIDOR. It was in the year 1856 that I had to endure my torture. But even in 1854 one of my brothers suffered in the same way, owing to a false accusation on my part. (To the STRANGER.) So we"re all guilty and not one of us is without blemish; and I believe my victim had no clear conscience either. (He sits down.)
PRIOR. If we could only stop accusing one another and particularly Eternal Justice! But we"re born in guilt and all resemble Adam! (To the STRANGER.) There was something you wanted to know, was there not?
STRANGER. I wanted to know life"s inmost meaning.
PRIOR. The very innermost! So you wanted to learn what no man"s permitted to know. Pater Uriel! (PATER URIEL, who is blind, rises. The PRIOR speaks to the STRANGER.) Look at this blind father! We call him Uriel in remembrance of Uriel Acosta, whom perhaps you"ve heard of? (The STRANGER makes a sign that he has not.) You haven"t? All young people should have heard of him. Uriel Acosta was a Portuguese of Jewish descent, who, however, was brought up in the Christian faith. When he was still fairly young he began to inquire--you understand--to inquire if Christ were really G.o.d; with the result that he went over to the Jewish faith. And then he began research into the Mosaic writings and the immortality of the soul, with the result that the Rabbis handed him over to the Christian priesthood for punishment. A long time after he returned to the Jewish faith. But his thirst for knowledge knew no bounds, and he continued his researches till he found he"d reached absolute nullity; and in despair that he couldn"t learn the final secret he took his own life with a pistol shot. (Pause.) Now look at our good father Uriel here. He, too, was once very young and anxious to know; he always wanted to be in the forefront of every modern movement, and he discovered new philosophies. I may add, by the way, that he"s a friend of my boyhood and almost as old as I. Now about 1820 he came upon the so-called rational philosophy, that had already lain in its grave for twenty years. With this system of thought, which was supposed to be a master key, all locks were to be picked, all questions answered and all opponents confuted--everything was clear and simple. In those days Uriel was a strong opponent of all religions and in particular followed the Mesmerists, as the hypnotisers of that age were called. In 1830 our friend became a Hegelian, though, to be sure, rather late in the day.
Then he re-discovered G.o.d, a G.o.d who was immanent in nature and in man, and found he was a little G.o.d himself. Now, as ill-luck would have it, there were two Hegels, just as there were two Voltaires; and the later, or more conservative Hegel, had developed his All-G.o.dhead till it had become a compromise with the Christian view. And so Father Uriel, who never wanted to be behind the times, became a rationalistic Christian, who was given the thankless task of combating Rationalism and himself.
(Pause.) I"ll shorten the whole sad history for Father Uriel"s sake. In 1850 he again became a materialist and an enemy of Christianity. In 1870 he became a hypnotist, in 1880 a theosophist, and 1890 he wanted to shoot himself! I met him just at that time. He was sitting on a bench in Unter den Linden in Berlin, and he was blind. This Uriel was blind--and Uriel means "G.o.d is my Light"--who for a century had marched with the torch of liberalism at the head of _every_ modern movement! (To the STRANGER.) You see, he wanted to know, but he failed! And therefore he now believes. Is there anything else you"d like to know?
STRANGER. One thing only.
PRIOR. Speak.
STRANGER. If Father Uriel had held to his first faith in 1810, men would have called him conservative or old-fashioned; but now, as he"s followed the developments of his time and has therefore discarded his youthful faith, men will call him a renegade--that"s to say: whatever he does mankind will blame him.
PRIOR. Do you heed what men say? Father Clemens, may I tell him how you heeded what men said? (PATER CLEMENS rises and makes a gesture of a.s.sent.) Father Clemens is our greatest figure painter. In the world outside he"s known by another name, a very famous one. Father Clemens was a young man in 1830. He felt he had a talent for painting and gave himself up to it with his whole soul. When he was twenty he was exhibiting. The public, the critics, his teachers, and his parents were all of the opinion that he"d made a mistake in the choice of his profession. Young Clemens heeded what men were saying, so he laid down his brush and turned bookseller. When he was fifty years of age, and had his life behind him, the paintings of his early years were discovered by some stranger; and were then recognised as masterpieces by the public, the critics, his teachers and relations! But it was too late. And when Father Clemens complained of the wickedness of the world, the world answered with a heartless grin: "Why did you let yourself be taken in?" Father Clemens grieved so much at this, that he came to us. But he doesn"t grieve any longer now. Or do you, Father Clemens?
CLEMENS. No! But that isn"t the end of the story. The paintings I"d done in 1830 were admired and hung in a museum till 1880. Taste then changed very quickly, and one day an important newspaper announced that their presence there was an outrage. So they were banished to the attic.
PRIOR (to the STRANGER). That"s a good story!
CLEMENS. But it"s still not finished. By 1890 taste had so changed again that a professor of the History of Art wrote that it was a national scandal that my works should be hanging in an attic. So the pictures were brought down again, and, for the time being, are cla.s.sical. But for how long? From that you can see, young man, in what worldly fame consists? Vanitas vanitatum vanitas!
STRANGER. Then is life worth living?
PRIOR. Ask Pater Melcher, who is experienced not only in the world of deception and error, but also in that of lies and contradictions. Follow him: he"ll show you the picture gallery and tell you stories.
STRANGER. I"ll gladly follow anyone who can teach me something.
(PATER MELCHER takes the STRANGER by the hand and leads him out of the Chapter House.)
Curtain.
SCENE II
PICTURE GALLERY OF THE MONASTERY
[Picture Gallery of the Monastery. There are mostly portraits of people with two heads.]
MELCHER. Well, first we have here a small landscape, by an unknown master, called "The Two Towers." Perhaps you"ve been in Switzerland and know the originals.
STRANGER. I"ve been in Switzerland!
MELCHER. Exactly. Then near the station of Amsteg on the Gotthard railway you"ve seen a tower, called Zwing-Uri, sung of by Schiller in his _Wilhelm Tell_. It stands there as a monument to the cruel oppression which the inhabitants of Uri suffered at the hands of the German Emperors. Good! On the Italian side of the Gotthard lies Bellinzona, as you know. There are many towers to be seen there, but the most curious is called Castel d"Uri. That"s the monument recalling the cruel oppression which the Italian cantons suffered at the hands of the inhabitants of Uri! Now do you understand?
STRANGER. So freedom means: freedom to oppress others. That"s new to me.
MELCHER. Then let"s go on without further comment to the portrait collection. Number one in the catalogue. Boccaccio, with two heads--all our portraits have at least two heads. His story"s well known. The great man began his career by writing dissolute and G.o.dless tales, which he dedicated to Queen Johanna of Naples, who"d seduced the son of St.
Brigitta. Boccaccio ended up as a saint in a monastery where he lectured on Dante"s h.e.l.l and the devils that, in his youth, he had thought to drive out in a most original way. You"ll notice now, how the two faces are meeting each other"s gaze!
STRANGER. Yes. But all trace of humour"s lacking; and humour"s to be expected in a man who knew himself as well as our friend Boccaccio did.
MELCHER. Number two in the catalogue. Ah, yes; that"s two-headed Doctor Luther. The youthful champion of tolerance and the aged upholder of intolerance. Have I said enough?
STRANGER. Quite enough.
MELCHER. Number three in the catalogue. The great Gustavus Adolphus accepting Catholic funds from Cardinal Richelieu in order to fight for Protestantism, whilst remaining neutral in the face of the Catholic League.
STRANGER. How do Protestants explain this threefold contradiction?
MELCHER. They say it"s not true. Number four in the catalogue. Schiller, the author of The Robbers, who was offered the freedom of the City of Paris by the leaders of the French Revolution in 1792; but who had been made a State Councillor of Meiningen as early as 1790 and a royal Danish Stipendiary in 1791. The scene depicts the State Councillor--and friend of his Excellency Goethe--receiving the Diploma of Honour from the leaders of the French Revolution as late as 1798. Think of it, the diploma of the Reign of Terror in the year 1798, when the Revolution was over and the country under the Directory! I"d have liked to have seen the Councillor and his friend, His Excellency! But it didn"t matter, for two years later he repaid his nomination by writing the _Song of the Bell_, in which he expressed his thanks and begged the revolutionaries to keep quiet! Well, that"s life. We"re intelligent people and love _The Robbers_ as much as _The Song of the Bell_; Schiller as much as Goethe!
STRANGER. The work remains, the master perishes.
MELCHER. Goethe, yes! Number five in the catalogue. He began with Stra.s.sburg cathedral and _Gotz von Berlichingen_, two hurrahs for gothic Germanic art against that of Greece and Rome. Later he fought against Germanism and for Cla.s.sicism. Goethe against Goethe! There you see the traditional Olympic calm, harmony, etc., in the greatest disharmony with itself. But depression at this turns into uneasiness when the young Romantic school appears and combats the Goethe of _Iphigenia_ with theories drawn from Goethe"s _Goetz_. That the "great heathen" ends up by converting Faust in the Second Part, and allowing him to be saved by the Virgin Mary and the angels, is usually pa.s.sed over in silence by his admirers. Also the fact that a man of such clear vision should, towards the end of his life, have found everything so "strange," and "curious,"
even the simplest facts that he"d previously seen through. His last wish was for "more light"! Yes; but it doesn"t matter. We"re intelligent people and love our Goethe just the same.
STRANGER. And rightly.
MELCHER. Number six in the catalogue. Voltaire! He has more than two heads. The G.o.dless One, who spent his whole life defending G.o.d. The Mocker, who was mocked, because "he believed in G.o.d like a child." The author of the cynical "Candide," who wrote:
In my youth I sought the pleasures Of the senses, but I learned That their sweetness was illusion Soon to bitterness it turned.