Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
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The crisis of this struggle happened in 1821. After giving up the
ministry, Carlyle had tried "schoolmastering" and found himself to
be least fitted of mankind for a function which demands patience
with stupidity. He had just glanced at the legal profession only to be
disgusted with its chicaneries. Hack authorship was his only chance.
The dyspeptic disorder which tormented him through life was tormenting
him. "A rat was gnawing at the pit of his stomach." Then he was
embittered by the general distress of his own class. Men out of work
were threatening riots and the yeomanry being called out to suppress
them. Carlyle was asked by a friend why he too did not come out with a
musket. "Hm! yes," he replied, "but I haven't quite settled on which
side." It was while thus distracted, that after three weeks of
sleeplessness he experienced what he called his "conversion." The
universe had seemed to him "void of life, of purpose, of volition,
even of hostility; it was one huge and immeasurable steam-engine,
rolling on in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh,
the vast, gloomy, solitary Golgotha and mill of death!" And then he
suddenly resolved to resist. Why go on trembling like a coward?--"As
I so thought, there rushed a stream of fire over my whole soul, and
I shook base fear away from me for ever. I was strong, of unknown
strength; a spirit; almost a god: ever from that time the temper
of my misery was changed; not fear or whining sorrow was in it, but
indignation and grim, fell-eyed defiance." These are the phrases of
his imaginary hero in 'Sartor Resartus.' In the 'Reminiscences' he
repeats the statement in his own person. He had won "an immense
victory"; he had escaped from the "foul mud gods" and soared into the
"eternal blue of ether" where he had "for the spiritual part ever
since lived." He could look down upon his fellow creatures still
"weltering in that fatal element," "pitying the religious part of them
and indignant against the frivolous"; enjoying an inward and supreme
happiness which still remained to him, though often "eclipsed" in
later years.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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