Sartor Resartus: the life and opinions of Herr Teufelsdrocke eBook

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from the Charnel-house of Nature, where they would have rotted, to rot on me more slowly!  Day after day, I must thatch myself anew; day after day, this despicable thatch must lose some film of its thickness; some film of it, frayed away by tear and wear, must be brushed off into the Ashpit, into the Laystall; till by degrees the whole has been brushed thither, and I, the dust-making, patent Rat-grinder, get new material to grind down.  O subter-brutish! vile! most vile!  For have not I too a compact all-enclosing Skin, whiter or dingier?  Am I a botched mass of tailors’ and cobblers’ shreds, then; or a tightly articulated, homogeneous little Figure, automatic, nay alive?

“Strange enough how creatures of the human-kind shut their eyes to plainest facts; and by the mere inertia of Oblivion and Stupidity, live at ease in the midst of Wonders and Terrors.  But indeed man is, and was always, a blockhead and dullard; much readier to feel and digest, than to think and consider.  Prejudice, which he pretends to hate, is his absolute lawgiver; mere use-and-wont everywhere leads him by the nose; thus let but a Rising of the Sun, let but a Creation of the World happen twice, and it ceases to be marvellous, to be noteworthy, or noticeable.  Perhaps not once in a lifetime does it occur to your ordinary biped, of any country or generation, be he gold-mantled Prince or russet-jerkined Peasant, that his Vestments and his Self are not one and indivisible; that he is naked, without vestments, till he buy or steal such, and by forethought sew and button them.

“For my own part, these considerations, of our Clothes-thatch, and how, reaching inwards even to our heart of hearts, it tailorizes and demoralizes us, fill me with a certain horror at myself and mankind; almost as one feels at those Dutch Cows, which, during the wet season, you see grazing deliberately with jackets and petticoats (of striped sacking), in the meadows of Gouda.  Nevertheless there is something great in the moment when a man first strips himself of adventitious wrappages; and sees indeed that he is naked, and, as Swift has it, ’a forked straddling animal with bandy legs;’ yet also a Spirit, and unutterable Mystery of Mysteries.”

CHAPTER IX.  ADAMITISM.

Let no courteous reader take offence at the opinions broached in the conclusion of the last Chapter.  The Editor himself, on first glancing over that singular passage, was inclined to exclaim:  What, have we got not only a Sansculottist, but an enemy to Clothes in the abstract?  A new Adamite, in this century, which flatters itself that it is the Nineteenth, and destructive both to Superstition and Enthusiasm?

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