Capitolo 71
To paint taller my joy of evanescence,
Pleasures were ours without league,
No, Paradise,--thin to my fragile Eve
Our beatitude was tried for destroying--
Deceived, and predestinate to deceive.
"But me deserved;--for that whole time
When I was beloved, it admired, he/she caressed,
There was inside every secret crime,
Not felt, uncancelled, unconfessed:
Me then my God ever addressed,
In thankful encomium or humble prayer;
And if Your Word were my joke--
(Fear thought!) it was never my care."
The adversities of the unhappy man quickly proceed, and hit follows hit.
He is ungrateful for his/her benedictions, and the revenge of Sky comes down on
him. His/her wife he shows unfaithful, and he kills his/her traitor, once his
trusted friend. The unfortunate woman languishes and dies, and the two children
takes some infectious illness and quickly follows. The suffering one turns
his/her wealth and his/her ambitions to spice his/her memory. But "walking in pride,"
he subsequently be lower still." The "Observer and the Saint that
Visited Nebuchadnezzars enter to Mr. Eustace in vision and they pronounce his
fate:
"Height is its cup with bad load,--
Demons his/her guides, and died his/her decree."
Two demons of the obscurity are said away to try him/it. One, presumably the
Spirit to Play of hazard, steals him/it of its wealth, while the Spirit of the Folly
taken by him his/her reason, and it drags him/it through a hell of horriblest
imaginings. And it is to what the has been called
"dream-scenery" some opium-eater is reproduced a lot in a series of
extraordinary rooms:
On that plain boundless, under,
The last rays of the sun of setting were shed,
And it gave a mild and sober shine,
Where he/she anchors they were all, dormant, or dead;
Enormous ruins in the mean were shed,
Pillars and pediments sublime,
Where grey musk had form a bed,
The crumbling is dressed it spoils him of time.
"There was me shelter, I don't know how,
You condemn for non said years to be:
He/she anchors years they were not;--one _Now_ terrible