Natural history of intellect, and other papersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
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Natural history of intellect, and other papers
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century; Boston (Mass.); Intellect; Memory; Michelangelo Buonarroti, 1475-1564; Milton, John, 1608-1674
A natural fruit of the nobility of his spirit is his admiration of
Dante, to whom two of his sonnets are addressed. He shared Dante’s
“deep contempt of the vulgar, not of the simple inhabitants of lowly
streets or humble cottages, but of that sordid and abject crowd of
all classes and all places who obscure, as much as in them lies,
every beam of beauty in the universe.” In like manner, he possessed
an intense love of solitude. He lived alone, and never or very rarely
took his meals with any person. As will be supposed, he had a passion
for the country, and in old age speaks with extreme pleasure of his
residence with the hermits in the mountains of Spoleto; so much so
that he says he is “only half in Rome, since, truly, peace is only
to be found in the woods.” Traits of an almost savage independence
mark all his history. Although he was rich, he lived like a poor man,
and never would receive a present from any person; because it seemed
to him that if a man gave him anything, he was always obligated to
that individual. His friend Vasari mentions one occasion on which
his scruples were overcome. It seems that Michael was accustomed
to work at night with a pasteboard cap or helmet on his head, into
which he stuck a candle, that his work might be lighted and his hands
at liberty. Vasari observed that he did not use wax candles, but a
better sort made of the tallow of goats. He therefore sent him four
bundles of them, containing forty pounds. His servant brought them
after night-fall, and presented them to him. Michael Angelo refused
to receive them. “Look you, Messer Michael Angelo,” replied the man,
“these candles have well nigh broken my arm, and I will not carry
them back; but just here, before your door, is a spot of soft mud,
and they will stand upright in it very well, and there I will light
them all.”—“Put them down, then,” returned Michael, “since you shall
not make a bonfire at my gate.” Meantime he was liberal to profusion
to his old domestic Urbino, to whom he gave at one time two thousand
crowns, and made him rich in his service.
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