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window; from a hook in the ceiling; from a beam in the garret; from a
branch of a tree amid the evening rain。  And I surmised all that had
happened before they hung there motionless; their tongues hanging out of
their mouths。  I imagined the anguish of their heart; their final
hesitation; their attempts to fasten the rope; to determine that it was
secure; then to pass the noose round their neck and to let themselves
fall。

I saw others lying on wretched beds; mothers with their little children;
old men dying of hunger; young girls dying for love; all rigid;
suffocated; asphyxiated; while in the center of the room the brasier
still gave forth the fumes of charcoal。

And I saw others walking at night along the deserted bridges。  These were
the most sinister。 The water flowed under the arches with a low sound。
They did not see it 。  。  。  they guessed at it from its cool breath!
They longed for it and they feared it。  They dared not do it!  And yet;
they must。  A distant clock sounded the hour and; suddenly; in the vast
silence of the night; there was heard the splash of a body falling into
the river; a scream or two; the sound of hands beating the water; and all
was still。  Sometimes; even; there was only the sound of the falling body
when they had tied their arms down or fastened a stone to their feet。
Oh; the poor things; the poor things; the poor things; how I felt their
anguish; how I died in their death!  I went through all their
wretchedness; I endured in one hour all their tortures。  I knew all the
sorrows that had led them to this; for I know the deceitful infamy of
life; and no one has felt it more than I have。

How I understood them; these who weak; harassed by misfortune; having
lost those they loved; awakened from the dream of a tardy compensation;
from the illusion of another existence where God will finally be just;
after having been ferocious; and their minds disabused of the mirages of
happiness; have given up the fight and desire to put an end to this
ceaseless tragedy; or this shameful comedy。

Suicide!  Why; it is the strength of those whose strength is exhausted;
the hope of those who no longer believe; the sublime courage of the
conquered!  Yes; there is at least one door to this life we can always
open and pass through to the other side。  Nature had an impulse of pity;
she did not shut us up in prison。  Mercy for the despairing!

As for those who are simply disillusioned; let them march ahead with free
soul and quiet heart。  They have nothing to fear since they may take
their leave; for behind them there is always this door that the gods of
our illusions cannot even lock。

I thought of this crowd of suicides: more than eight thousand five
hundred in one year。  And it seemed to me that they had combined to send
to the world a prayer; to utter a cry of appeal; to demand something that
should come into effect later when we understood things better。  It
seemed to me that all these victims; their throats cut; poisoned; hung;
asphyxiated; or drowned; all came together; a frightful horde; like
citizens to the polls; to say to society:

〃Grant us; at least; a gentle death!  Help us to die; you who will not
help us to live!  See; we are numerous; we have the right to speak in
these days of freedom; of philosophic independence and of popular
suffrage。  Give to those who renounce life the charity of a death that
will not be repugnant nor terrible。〃

I began to dream; allowing my fancy to roam at will in weird and
mysterious fashion on this subject。

I seemed to be all at once in a beautiful city。  It was Paris; but at
what period?  I walked about the streets; looking at the houses; the
theaters; the public buildings; and presently found myself in a square
where I remarked a large building; very handsome; dainty and attractive。
I was surprised on reading on the facade this inscription in letters of
gold; 〃Suicide Bureau。〃

Oh; the weirdness of waking dreams where the spirit soars into a world of
unrealities and possibilities!  Nothing astonishes one; nothing shocks
one; and the unbridled fancy makes no distinction between the comic and
the tragic。

I approached the building where footmen in knee…breeches were seated in
the vestibule in front of a cloak…room as they do at the entrance of a
club。

I entered out of curiosity。  One of the men rose and said:

〃What does monsieur wish?〃

〃I wish to know what building this is。〃

〃Nothing more?〃

〃Why; no。〃

〃Then would monsieur like me to take him to the Secretary of the Bureau?〃

I hesitated; and asked:

〃But will not that disturb him?〃

〃Oh; no; monsieur; he is here to receive those who desire information。〃

〃Well; lead the way。〃

He took me through corridors where old gentlemen were chatting; and
finally led me into a beautiful office; somewhat somber; furnished
throughout in black wood。  A stout young man with a corporation was
writing a letter as he smoked a cigar; the fragrance of which gave
evidence of its quality。

He rose。  We bowed to each other; and as soon as the footman had retired
he asked:

〃What can I do for you?〃

〃Monsieur;〃 I replied; 〃pardon my curiosity。  I had never seen this
establishment。  The few words inscribed on the facade filled me with
astonishment; and I wanted to know what was going on here。〃

He smiled before replying; then said in a low tone with a complacent air:

〃Mon Dieu; monsieur; we put to death in a cleanly and gentleI do not
venture to say agreeable manner those persons who desire to die。〃

I did not feel very shocked; for it really seemed to me natural and
right。  What particularly surprised me was that on this planet; with its
low; utilitarian; humanitarian ideals; selfish and coercive of all true
freedom; any one should venture on a similar enterprise; worthy of an
emancipated humanity。

〃How did you get the idea?〃 I asked。

〃Monsieur;〃 he replied; 〃the number of suicides increased so enormously
during the five years succeeding the world exposition of 1889 that some
measures were urgently needed。  People killed themselves in the streets;
at fetes; in restaurants; at the theater; in railway carriages; at the
receptions held by the President of the Republic; everywhere。  It was not
only a horrid sight for those who love life; as I do; but also a bad
example for children。  Hence it became necessary to centralize suicides。〃

〃What caused this suicidal epidemic?〃

〃I do not know。  The fact is; I believe; the world is growing old。
People begin to see things clearly and they are getting disgruntled。
It is the same to…day with destiny as with the government; we have found
out what it is; people find that they are swindled in every direction;
and they just get out of it all。  When one discovers that Providence
lies; cheats; robs; deceives human beings just as a plain Deputy deceives
his constituents; one gets angry; and as one cannot nominate a fresh
Providence every three months as we do with our privileged
representatives; one just gets out of the whole thing; which is decidedly
bad。〃

〃Really!〃

〃Oh; as for me; I am not complaining。〃

〃Will you inform me how you carry on this establishment?〃
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