Zanoni — Edward Bulwer-Lytton
“ Are you serious?” said Glyndon, coloring. “Most serious. You love Viola Pisani; you have for rival one of the most powerful and relentless of the Neapolitan princes. Your danger is indeed great.” “But pardon me! — how came it known to you?” “T give no account of myself to mortal man,” replied Zanoni, haughtily; “and to me it matters nothing whether you regard or scorn my warning.” “Well, if I may not question you, be it so; but at least advise me what to do.” “Would you follow my advice? ” “Why not?” “ Because you are constitutionally brave; you are fond of excitement and mystery; you like to be the hero of a romance. Were I to advise you to leave Naples, would you do so while Naples contains a foe to confront or a mistress to pursue ? ” “You are right,” said the young Englishman, with energy. “No! and you cannot reproach me for such a resolution.” “But there is another course left to you: do you love Viola Pisani truly and fervently ?— if so, marry her, and take a bride to your native land.” “ Nay,” answered Glyndon, embarrassed; “ Viola is not of my rank. Her profession, too, is —in short, I am enslaved by her beauty, but I cannot wed her.” Zanoni frowned. “Your love, then, is but selfish lust, and I advise you to your own happiness no more. Young man, Destiny is less inexorable than it appears. The resources of the great Ruler of the Universe are not so scanty and so stern as to deny to men the divine privilege of Free Will; all of us can carve out our own way, and God can make our very contradictions harmonize with His
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solemn ends. You have before you an option. Honorable and generous love may even now work out your happiness, and effect your escape; a frantic and selfish passion will but lead you to misery and doom.” “ Do you pretend, then, to read the future ? ” “T have said all that it pleases me to utter.” “While you assume the moralist to me, Signor Zanoni,” said Glyndon, with a smile, “are you yourself so indifferent to youth and beauty as to act the stoic to its allurements?” “Tf it were necessary that practice square with precept,” said Zanoni, with a bitter smile, “our monitors would be but few. The conduct of the individual can affect but a small circle beyond himself; the permanent good or evil that he works to others lies rather in the sentiments he can diffuse. His acts are limited and momentary; his sentiments may pervade the universe, and inspire generations till the day of doom. All our virtues, all our laws, are drawn from books and maxims, which are sentiments, not from deeds. In conduct, Julian had the virtues of a Christian, and Constantine the vices of a Pagan. The sentiments of Julian reconverted thousands to Paganism; those of Constantine helped, under Heaven’s will, to bow to Christianity the nations of the earth. In conduct, the humblest fisherman on yonder sea, who believes in the miracles of San Gennaro, may be a better man than Luther; to the sentiments of Luther the mind of modern Europe is indebted for the noblest revolution it has known. Our opinions, young Englishman, are the angel part of us; our acts, the earthly.” “You have reflected deoply for an Italian,” said Glyndon. “Who told you that I was an Italian? ”
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“Are you not? And yet, when I hear you speak my own language as a native, I —” “Tush!” interrupted Zanoni, impatiently turning away. Then, after a pause, he resumed ina mild voice, “Glyndon, do you renounce Viola Pisani? Will you take some days to consider what I have said? ” “ Renounce her, — never! ” “Then you will marry her?” “Tmpossible! ” “Be it so; she will then renounce you. [ tell you that you have rivals.” “Yes; the Prince di ; but I do not fear him.” “You have another whom you will fear more.” “ And who is he?” “ Myself.” Glyndon turned pale, and started from his seat. “You, Signor Zanoni! — you, — and you dare to tell me so?” “Dare! Alas! there are times when I wish that I could fear.” These arrogant words were not uttered arrogantly, but in a tone of the most mournful dejection. Glyndon was enraged, confounded, and yet awed. However, he had a brave English heart within his breast, and he recovered himself quickly. “Signor,” said he, calmly, “ I am not to be duped by these solemn phrases and these mystical assumptions. You may have powers which I cannot comprehend or emulate, or you may be but a keen impostor.” “Well, proceed! ” “T mean, then,” continued Glyndon, resolutely, though somewhat disconcerted, —“ I mean you to understand, that, though I am not to be persuaded or compelled by a stranger to marry Viola Pisani, I am
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“ Are you serious?” said Glyndon, coloring. “Most serious. You love Viola Pisani; you have for rival one of the most powerful and relentless of the Neapolitan princes. Your danger is indeed great.” “But pardon me! — how came it known to you?” “T give no account of myself to mortal man,” replied Zanoni, haughtily; “and to me it matters nothing whether you regard or scorn my warning.” “Well, if I may not question you, be it so; but at least advise me what to do.” “Would you follow my advice? ” “Why not?” “ Because you are constitutionally brave; you are fond of excitement and mystery; you like to be the hero of a romance. Were I to advise you to leave Naples, would you do so while Naples contains a foe to confront or a mistress to pursue ? ” “You are right,” said the young Englishman, with energy. “No! and you cannot reproach me for such a resolution.” “But there is another course left to you: do you love Viola Pisani truly and fervently ?— if so, marry her, and take a bride to your native land.” “ Nay,” answered Glyndon, embarrassed; “ Viola is not of my rank. Her profession, too, is —in short, I am enslaved by her beauty, but I cannot wed her.” Zanoni frowned. “Your love, then, is but selfish lust, and I advise you to your own happiness no more. Young man, Destiny is less inexorable than it appears. The resources of the great Ruler of the Universe are not so scanty and so stern as to deny to men the divine privilege of Free Will; all of us can carve out our own way, and God can make our very contradictions harmonize with His
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solemn ends. You have before you an option. Honorable and generous love may even now work out your happiness, and effect your escape; a frantic and selfish passion will but lead you to misery and doom.” “ Do you pretend, then, to read the future ? ” “T have said all that it pleases me to utter.” “While you assume the moralist to me, Signor Zanoni,” said Glyndon, with a smile, “are you yourself so indifferent to youth and beauty as to act the stoic to its allurements?” “Tf it were necessary that practice square with precept,” said Zanoni, with a bitter smile, “our monitors would be but few. The conduct of the individual can affect but a small circle beyond himself; the permanent good or evil that he works to others lies rather in the sentiments he can diffuse. His acts are limited and momentary; his sentiments may pervade the universe, and inspire generations till the day of doom. All our virtues, all our laws, are drawn from books and maxims, which are sentiments, not from deeds. In conduct, Julian had the virtues of a Christian, and Constantine the vices of a Pagan. The sentiments of Julian reconverted thousands to Paganism; those of Constantine helped, under Heaven’s will, to bow to Christianity the nations of the earth. In conduct, the humblest fisherman on yonder sea, who believes in the miracles of San Gennaro, may be a better man than Luther; to the sentiments of Luther the mind of modern Europe is indebted for the noblest revolution it has known. Our opinions, young Englishman, are the angel part of us; our acts, the earthly.” “You have reflected deoply for an Italian,” said Glyndon. “Who told you that I was an Italian? ”
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“Are you not? And yet, when I hear you speak my own language as a native, I —” “Tush!” interrupted Zanoni, impatiently turning away. Then, after a pause, he resumed ina mild voice, “Glyndon, do you renounce Viola Pisani? Will you take some days to consider what I have said? ” “ Renounce her, — never! ” “Then you will marry her?” “Tmpossible! ” “Be it so; she will then renounce you. [ tell you that you have rivals.” “Yes; the Prince di ; but I do not fear him.” “You have another whom you will fear more.” “ And who is he?” “ Myself.” Glyndon turned pale, and started from his seat. “You, Signor Zanoni! — you, — and you dare to tell me so?” “Dare! Alas! there are times when I wish that I could fear.” These arrogant words were not uttered arrogantly, but in a tone of the most mournful dejection. Glyndon was enraged, confounded, and yet awed. However, he had a brave English heart within his breast, and he recovered himself quickly. “Signor,” said he, calmly, “ I am not to be duped by these solemn phrases and these mystical assumptions. You may have powers which I cannot comprehend or emulate, or you may be but a keen impostor.” “Well, proceed! ” “T mean, then,” continued Glyndon, resolutely, though somewhat disconcerted, —“ I mean you to understand, that, though I am not to be persuaded or compelled by a stranger to marry Viola Pisani, I am
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