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雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第37部分

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  〃What is that man; after all? I certainly have seen him somewhere。
  In any case; I am not his dupe。〃
  This person; grave with a gravity which was almost menacing; was one of those men who; even when only seen by a rapid glimpse; arrest the spectator's attention。
  His name was Javert; and he belonged to the police。
  At M。 sur M。 he exercised the unpleasant but useful functions of an inspector。
  He had not seen Madeleine's beginnings。
  Javert owed the post which he occupied to the protection of M。 Chabouillet; the secretary of the Minister of State; te Angeles; then prefect of police at Paris。
  When Javert arrived at M。 sur M。 the fortune of the great manufacturer was already made; and Father Madeleine had bee Monsieur Madeleine。
  Certain police officers have a peculiar physiognomy; which is plicated with an air of baseness mingled with an air of authority。 Javert possessed this physiognomy minus the baseness。
  It is our conviction that if souls were visible to the eyes; we should be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual of the human race corresponds to some one of the species of the animal creation; and we could easily recognize this truth; hardly perceived by the thinker; that from the oyster to the eagle; from the pig to the tiger; all animals exist in man; and that each one of them is in a man。
  Sometimes even several of them at a time。
  Animals are nothing else than the figures of our virtues and our vices; straying before our eyes; the visible phantoms of our souls。 God shows them to us in order to induce us to reflect。
  Only since animals are mere shadows; God has not made them capable of education in the full sense of the word; what is the use?
  On the contrary; our souls being realities and having a goal which is appropriate to them; God has bestowed on them intelligence; that is to say; the possibility of education。
  Social education; when well done; can always draw from a soul; of whatever sort it may be; the utility which it contains。
  This; be it said; is of course from the restricted point of view of the terrestrial life which is apparent; and without prejudging the profound question of the anterior or ulterior personality of the beings which are not man。
  The visible _I_ in nowise authorizes the thinker to deny the latent _I_。
  Having made this reservation; let us pass on。
  Now; if the reader will admit; for a moment; with us; that in every man there is one of the animal species of creation; it will be easy for us to say what there was in Police Officer Javert。
  The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves there is one dog; which is killed by the mother because; otherwise; as he grew up; he would devour the other little ones。
  Give to this dog…son of a wolf a human face; and the result will be Javert。
  Javert had been born in prison; of a fortune…teller; whose husband was in the galleys。
  As he grew up; he thought that he was outside the pale of society; and he despaired of ever re…entering it。 He observed that society unpardoningly excludes two classes of men; those who attack it and those who guard it; he had no choice except between these two classes; at the same time; he was conscious of an indescribable foundation of rigidity; regularity; and probity; plicated with an inexpressible hatred for the race of bohemians whence he was sprung。
  He entered the police; he succeeded there。 At forty years of age he was an inspector。
  During his youth he had been employed in the convict establishments of the South。
  Before proceeding further; let us e to an understanding as to the words; 〃human face;〃 which we have just applied to Javert。
  The human face of Javert consisted of a flat nose; with two deep nostrils; towards which enormous whiskers ascended on his cheeks。 One felt ill at ease when he saw these two forests and these two caverns for the first time。
  When Javert laughed;and his laugh was rare and terrible;his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth; but his gums; and around his nose there formed a flattened and savage fold; as on the muzzle of a wild beast。 Javert; serious; was a watchdog; when he laughed; he was a tiger。 As for the rest; he had very little skull and a great deal of jaw; his hair concealed his forehead and fell over his eyebrows; between his eyes there was a permanent; central frown; like an imprint of wrath; his gaze was obscure; his mouth pursed up and terrible; his air that of ferocious mand。
  This man was posed of two very simple and two very good sentiments; paratively; but he rendered them almost bad; by dint of exaggerating them;respect for authority; hatred of rebellion; and in his eyes; murder; robbery; all crimes; are only forms of rebellion。
  He enveloped in a blind and profound faith every one who had a function in the state; from the prime minister to the rural policeman。
  He covered with scorn; aversion; and disgust every one who had once crossed the legal threshold of evil。 He was absolute; and admitted no exceptions。
  On the one hand; he said; 〃The functionary can make no mistake; the magistrate is never the wrong。〃
  On the other hand; he said; 〃These men are irremediably lost。
  Nothing good can e from them。〃
  He fully shared the opinion of those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power of making; or; if the reader will have it so; of authenticating; demons; and who place a Styx at the base of society。
  He was stoical; serious; austere; a melancholy dreamer; humble and haughty; like fanatics。
  His glance was like a gimlet; cold and piercing。
  His whole life hung on these two words: watchfulness and supervision。
  He had introduced a straight line into what is the most crooked thing in the world; he possessed the conscience of his usefulness; the religion of his functions; and he was a spy as other men are priests。
  Woe to the man who fell into his hands!
  He would have arrested his own father; if the latter had escaped from the galleys; and would have denounced his mother; if she had broken her ban。
  And he would have done it with that sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue。
  And; withal; a life of privation; isolation; abnegation; chastity; with never a diversion。
  It was implacable duty; the police understood; as the Spartans understood Sparta; a pitiless lying in wait; a ferocious honesty; a marble informer; Brutus in Vidocq。
  Javert's whole person was expressive of the man who spies and who withdraws himself from observation。
  The mystical school of Joseph de Maistre; which at that epoch seasoned with lofty cosmogony those things which were called the ultra newspapers; would not have failed to declare that Javert was a symbol。 His brow was not visible; it disappeared beneath his hat: his eyes were not visible; since they were lost under his eyebrows: his chin was not visible; for it was plunged in his cravat: his hands were not visible; they were drawn up in his sleeves: and his cane was not visible; he carried it under his coat。 But when the occasion presented itself; there was suddenly seen to emerge from all this shadow; as from an ambuscade; a narrow and angular forehead; a baleful glance; a threatening chin; enormous hands; and a monstrous cudgel。
  In his leisure moments; which were far from frequent; he read; although he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate。 This could be recognized by some emphasis in his speech。
  As we have said; he had no vices。
  When he was pleased with himself; he permitted himself a pinch of snuff。
  Therein lay his connection with humanity。
  The reader will have no difficulty in understanding that Javert was the terror of that whole class which the annual statistics of the Ministry of Justice designates under the rubric; Vagrants。 The name of Javert routed them by its mere utterance; the face of Javert petrified them at sight。
  Such was this formidable man。
  Javert was like an eye constantly fixed on M。 Madeleine。
  An eye full of suspicion and conjecture。
  M。 Madeleine had finally perceived the fact; but it seemed to be of no importance to him。
  He did not even put a question to Javert; he neither sought nor avoided him; he bore that embarrassing and almost oppressive gaze without appearing to notice it。
  He treated Javert with ease and courtesy; as he did all the rest of the world。
  It was divined; from some words which escaped Javert; that he had secretly investigated; with that curiosity which belongs to the race; and into which there enters as much instinct as will; all the anterior traces which Father Madeleine might have left elsewhere。 He seemed to know; and he sometimes said in covert words; that some one had gleaned certain information in a certain district about a family which had disappeared。
  Once he chanced to say; as he was talking to himself; 〃I think I have him!〃 Then he remained pensive for three days; and uttered not a word。 It seemed that the thread which he thought he held had broken。
  Moreover; and this furnishes the necessary corrective for the too absolute sense which certain words might present; there can be nothing really infallible in a human creature; and the peculiarity of instinct is that it can bee confused; thrown off the track; and defeated。
  Otherwise; it would be superior to intelligence; and the beast would be found to be provided with a better light than man。
  Javert was evidently somewhat disconcerted by the perfect naturalness and tranquillity of M。 Madeleine。
  One day; nevertheless; his strange manner appeared to produce an impression on M。 Madeleine。
  It was on the following occasion。


BOOK FIFTH。THE DESCENT
CHAPTER VI 
  FATHER FAUCHELEVENT
   One morning M。 Madeleine was passing through an unpaved alley of M。 sur M。; he heard a noise; and saw a group some distance away。 He approached。
  An old man named Father Fauchelevent had just fallen beneath his cart; his horse having tumbled down。
  This Fauchelevent was one of the few enemies whom M。 Madeleine had at that time。
  When Madeleine arrived in the neighborhood; Fauchelevent; an ex…notary and a peasant who was almost educated; had a business which was beginning to be in a bad way。
  Fauchelevent had seen this simple workman grow rich; while he; a lawyer; was being ruined。 This had filled him with jealousy; and he had done all he could; on every occasion; to injure Madeleine。
  Then bankruptcy had e; and as the old man had nothing left but a cart and a horse; and neither family nor children; he had turned carter。
  The horse had two broken legs and could not rise。
  The old man was caught in the wheels。
  The fall had been so unlucky that the whole weight of the vehicle rested on his breast。
  The cart was quite heavily laden。
  Father Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most lamentable manner。
  They had tried; but in vain; to drag him out。
  An unmethodical effort; aid awkwardly given; a wrong shake; might kill him。
  It was impossible to disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him。
  Javert; who had e up at the
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