The Temptation of St. Antony

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by Gustave Flaubert


  The pillars are poised like trunks of trees; the amulets round the necks of the Heresiarchs have lines of flame crossing each other; the constellations in the chapels move to and fro, and the walls recede under the alternate motion of the crowd, in which every head is a wave which leaps and roars.[Pg 62]

  Meanwhile, from the very depths of the uproar rises a song with bursts of laughter, in which the name of Jesus recurs. These outbursts come from the common people, who all clap their hands in order to keep time with the music. In the midst of them is Arius, in the dress of a deacon:

  "The fools who declaim against me pretend to explain the absurd; and, in order to destroy them entirely, I have composed little poems so comical that they are known by heart in the mills, the taverns, and the ports.

  "A thousand times no! the Son is not co-eternal with the Father, nor of the same substance. Otherwise He would not have said, 'Father, remove from Me this chalice! Why do ye call Me good? God alone is good! I go to my God, to your God!' and other expressions, proving that He was a created being. It is demonstrated to us besides by all His names: lamb, shepherd, fountain, wisdom, Son of Man, prophet, good way, corner-stone."

  Sabellius—"As for me, I maintain that both are identical."

  Arius—"The Council of Antioch has decided the other way."

  Antony—"Who, then, is the Word? Who was Jesus?"

  The Valentinians—"He was the husband of Acharamoth when she had repented!"

  The Sethianians—"He was Sem, son of Noah!"

  The Theodotians—"He was Melchisidech!"

  The Merinthians—"He was nothing but a man!"

  The Apollonarists—"He assumed the appearance of one! He simulated the Passion!"

  Marcellus of Ancyra—"He is a development of the Father!"[Pg 63]

  Pope Calixtus—"Father and Son are the two forms of a single God!"

  Methadius—"He was first in Adam, and then in man!"

  Cerinthus—"And He will come back to life again!"

  Valentinus—"Impossible—His body is celestial."

  Paul of Samosta—"He is God only since His baptism."

  Hermogenes—"He dwells in the sun."

  And all the heresiarchs form a circle around Antony, who weeps, with his head in his hands.

  A Jew, with red beard, and his skin spotted with leprosy, advances close to him, and chuckling horribly:

  "His soul was the soul of Esau. He suffered from the disease of Bellerophon; and his mother, the woman who sold perfumes, surrendered herself to Pantherus, a Roman soldier, under the corn-sheaves, one harvest evening."

  Antony eagerly lifts up his head, and gazes at them without uttering a word; then, treading right over them:

  "Doctors, magicians, bishops and deacons, men and phantoms, back! back! Ye are all lies!"

  The Heresiarchs—"We have martyrs, more martyrs than yours, prayers more difficult, higher outbursts of love, and ecstasies quite as protracted."

  Antony—"But no revelation. No proofs."

  Then all brandish in the air rolls of papyrus, tablets of wood, pieces of leather; and strips of cloth; and pushing them one before the other:

  The Corinthians—"Here is the Gospel of the Hebrews!"

  The Marcionites—"The Gospel of the Lord! The Gospel of Eve!"[Pg 64]

  The Encratites—"The Gospel of Thomas!"

  The Cainites—"The Gospel of Judas!"

  Basilides—"The treatise of the spirit that has come!"

  Manes—"The prophecy of Barcouf!"

  Antony makes a struggle and escapes them, and he perceives, in a corner filled with shadows, the old Ebionites, dried up like mummies, their glances dull, their eyebrows white.

  They speak in a quavering tone:

  "We have known, we ourselves have known, the carpenter's son. We were of his own age; we lived in his street. He used to amuse himself by modelling little birds with mud; without being afraid of cutting the benches, he assisted his father in his work, or rolled up, for his mother, balls of dyed wool. Then he made a journey into Egypt, whence he brought back wonderful secrets. We were in Jericho when he discovered the eater of grasshoppers. They talked together in a low tone, without anyone being able to hear them. But it was since that occurrence that he made a noise in Galilee and that many stories have been circulated concerning him."

  They repeat, tremulously:

  "We have known, we ourselves; we have known him."

  Antony—"One moment! Tell me! pray tell me, what was his face like?"

  Tertullian—"Fierce and repulsive in its aspect; for he was laden with all the crimes, all the sorrows, and all the deformities of the world."

  Antony—"Oh! no! no! I imagine, on the contrary, that there was about his entire person a superhuman beauty."[Pg 65]

  Eusebius of Cæsarea—"There is at Paneadæ, close to an old ruin, in the midst of a rank growth of weeds, a statue of stone, raised, as it is pretended, by the woman with the issue of blood. But time has gnawed away the face, and the rain has obliterated the inscription."

  A woman comes forth from the group of Carpocratians.

  Marcellina—"I was formerly a deaconess in a little church at Rome, where I used to show the faithful images, in silver, of St. Paul, Homer, Pythagoras and Jesus Christ.

  "I have kept only his."

  She draws aside the folds of her cloak.

  "Do you wish it?"

  A voice—"He reappears himself when we invoke him. It is the hour. Come!"

  And Antony feels a brutal hand laid on him, which drags him along.

  He ascends a staircase in complete darkness, and, after proceeding for some time, arrives in front of a door. Then his guide (is it Hilarion? he cannot tell) says in the ear of a third person, "The Lord is about to come,"—and they are introduced into an apartment with a low ceiling and no furniture. What strikes him at first is, opposite him, a long chrysalis of the colour of blood, with a man's head, from which rays escape, and the word Knouphis written in Greek all around. It rises above a shaft of a column placed in the midst of a pedestal. On the other walls of the apartment, medallions of polished brass represent heads of animals—that of an ox, of a lion, of an eagle, of a dog, and again, an ass's head! The argil lamps, suspended below these images, shed a flickering light. Antony, through a hole in the[Pg 66] wall, perceives the moon, which shines far away on the waves, and he can even distinguish their monotonous ripple, with the dull sound of a ship's keel striking against the stones of a pier.

  Men, squatting on the ground, their faces hidden beneath their cloaks, give vent at intervals to a kind of stifled barking. Women are sleeping, with their foreheads clasped by both arms, which are supported by their knees, so completely shrouded by their veils that one would say they were heaps of clothes arranged along the wall. Beside them, children, half-naked, and half devoured with vermin, watch the lamps burning, with an idiotic air;—and they are doing nothing; they are awaiting something.

  They speak in low voices about their families, or communicate to one another remedies for their diseases. Many of them are going to embark at the end of the day, the persecution having become too severe. The Pagans, however, are not hard to deceive. "They believe, the fools, that we adore Knouphis!"

  But one of the brethren, suddenly inspired, places himself in front of the column, where they have laid a loaf of bread, which is on the top of a basket full of fennel and hartwort.

  The others have taken their places, forming, as they stand, three parallel lines.

  The inspired one unrolls a paper covered with cylinders joined together, and then begins:

  "Upon the darkness the ray of the Word descended, and a violent cry burst forth, which seemed like the voice of light."

  All responding, while they sway their bodies to and fro:

  "Kyrie eleison!"[Pg 67]

  The inspired one—"Man, then, was created by the infamous God of Israel, with the assistance of those here,"—pointing towards the medallions—"Aristophaios, Oraios, Sabaoth, Adonai, Eloi and
Iaô!

  "And he lay on the mud, hideous, feeble, shapeless, without the power of thought."

  All, in a plaintive tone:

  "Kyrie eleison!"

  The inspired one—"But Sophia, taking pity on him, quickened him with a portion of her spirit. Then, seeing man so beautiful, God was seized with anger, and imprisoned him in His kingdom, interdicting him from the tree of knowledge. Still, once more, the other one came to his aid. She sent the serpent, who, with its sinuous advances, prevailed on him to disobey this law of hate. And man, when he had tasted knowledge, understood heavenly matters."

  All, with energy:

  "Kyrie eleison!"

  The inspired one—"But Jaldalaoth, in order to be revenged, plunged man into matter, and the serpent along with him!"

  All, in very low tones:

  "Kyrie eleison!"

  They close their mouths and then become silent.

  The odours of the harbour mingle in the warm air with the smoke of the lamps. Their wicks, spluttering, are on the point of being extinguished, and long mosquitoes flutter around them. Antony gasps with anguish. He has the feeling that some monstrosity is floating around him—the horror of a crime about to be perpetrated.

  But the inspired one, stamping with his feet, snapping his fingers, tossing his head, sings a psalm,[Pg 68] with a wild refrain, to the sound of cymbals and of a shrill flute:

  "Come! come! come! come forth from thy cavern!

  "Swift One, that runs without feet, captor that takes without hands! Sinuous as the waves, round as the sun, darkened with spots of gold; like the firmament, strewn with stars! like the twistings of the vine-tree and the windings of entrails!

  "Unbegotten! earth-devourer! ever young! perspicacious! honoured at Epidaurus! good for men! who cured King Ptolemy, the soldiers of Moses, and Glaucus, son of Minos!

  "Come! come! come! come forth from thy cavern!"

  All repeat:

  "Come! come! come! come forth from thy cavern!"

  However, there is no manifestation.

  "Why, what is the matter with him?"

  They proceed to deliberate, and to make suggestions. One old man offers a clump of grass. Then there is a rising in the basket. The green herbs are agitated; the flowers fall, and the head of a python appears.

  He passes slowly over the edge of the loaf, like a circle turning round a motionless disc; then he develops, lengthens; he becomes of enormous weight. To prevent him from grazing the ground, the men support him with their breasts, the women with their heads, and the children with the tips of their fingers; and his tail, emerging through the hole in the wall, stretches out indefinitely, even to the depths of the sea. His rings unfold themselves, and fill the apartment. They wind themselves round Antony.

  The Faithful, pressing their mouths against his skin, snatch the bread which he has nibbled.[Pg 69]

  "It is thou! it is thou!

  "Raised at first by Moses, crushed by Ezechias, re-established by the Messiah. He drank thee in the waters of baptism; but thou didst quit him in the Garden of Olives, and then he felt all his weakness.

  "Writhing on the bar of the Cross, and higher than his head, slavering above the crown of thorns, thou didst behold him dying; for thou art Jesus! yes, thou art the Word! thou art the Christ!"

  Antony swoons in horror, and falls in his cell, upon the splinters of wood, where the torch, which had slipped from his hand, is burning mildly. This commotion causes him to half-open his eyes; and he perceives the Nile, undulating and clear, under the light of the moon, like a great serpent in the midst of the sands—so much so that the hallucination again takes possession of him. He has not quitted the Ophites; they surround him, address him by name, carry off baggages, and descend towards the port. He embarks along with them.

  A brief period of time flows by. Then the vault of a prison encircles him. In front of him, iron bars make black lines upon a background of blue; and at its sides, in the shade, are people weeping and praying, surrounded by others who are exhorting and consoling them.

  Without, one is attracted by the murmuring of a crowd, as well as by the splendour of a summer's day. Shrill voices are crying out watermelons, water, iced drinks, and cushions of grass to sit down on. From time to time, shouts of applause burst forth. He observes people walking on their heads.

  Suddenly, comes a continuous roaring, strong and cavernous, like the noise of water in an aqueduct:[Pg 70] and, opposite him, he perceives, behind the bars of another cage, a lion, who is walking up and down; then a row of sandals, of naked legs, and of purple fringes.

  Overhead, groups of people, ranged symmetrically, widen out from the lowest circle, which encloses the arena, to the highest, where masts have been raised to support a veil of hyacinth hung in the air on ropes. Staircases, which radiate towards the centre, intersect, at equal distances, those great circles of stone. Their steps disappear from view, owing to the vast audience seated there—knights, senators, soldiers, common people, vestals and courtesans, in woollen hoods, in silk maniples, in tawny tunics with aigrettes of precious stones, tufts of feathers and lictors' rods; and all this assemblage, muttering, exclaiming, tumultuous and frantic, stuns him like an immense tub boiling over. In the midst of the arena, upon an altar, smokes a vessel of incense.

  The people who surround him are Christians, delivered up to the wild beasts. The men wear the red cloak of the high-priests of Saturn, the women the fillets of Ceres. Their friends distribute fragments of their garments and rings. In order to gain admittance into the prison, they require, they say, a great deal of money; but what does it matter? They will remain till the end.

  Amongst these consolers Antony observes a bald man in a black tunic, a portion of whose face is plainly visible. He discourses with them on the nothingness of the world, and the happiness of the Elect. Antony is filled with transports of Divine love. He longs for the opportunity of sacrificing his life for the Saviour, not knowing whether he is himself one of[Pg 71] these martyrs. But, save a Phrygian, with long hair, who keeps his arms raised, they all have a melancholy aspect. An old man is sobbing on a bench, and a young man, who is standing, is musing with downcast eyes.

  The old man has refused to pay tribute at the angle of a cross-road, before a statue of Minerva; and he regards his companions with a look which signifies:

  "You ought to succour me! Communities sometimes make arrangements by which they might be left in peace. Many amongst you have even obtained letters falsely declaring that you have offered sacrifice to idols."

  He asks:

  "Is it not Peter of Alexandria who has regulated what one ought to do when one is overcome by tortures?"

  Then, to himself:

  "Ah! this is very hard at my age! my infirmities render me so feeble! Perchance, I might have lived to another winter!"

  The recollection of his little garden moves him to tears; and he contemplates the side of the altar.

  The young man, who had disturbed by violence a feast of Apollo, murmurs:

  "My only chance was to fly to the mountains!"

  "The soldiers would have caught you," says one of the brethren.

  "Oh! I could have done like Cyprian; I should have come back; and the second time I should have had more strength, you may be sure!"

  Then he thinks of the countless days he should have lived, with all the pleasures which he will not have[Pg 72] known;—and he, likewise, contemplates the side of the altar.

  But the man in the black tunic rushes up to him:

  "How scandalous! What? You a victim of election? Think of all these women who are looking at you! And then, God sometimes performs a miracle. Pionius benumbed the hands of his executioners; and the blood of Polycarp extinguished the flames of his funeral-pile."

  He turns towards the old man. "Father, father! You ought to edify us by your death. By deferring it, you will, without doubt, commit some bad action which will destroy the fruit of your good deeds. Besides, the power of God is infinite. Perhaps your example wil
l convert the entire people."

  And, in the den opposite, the lions stride up and down, without stopping, rapidly, with a continuous movement. The largest of them all at once fixes his eyes on Antony and emits a roar, and a mass of vapour issues from his jaws.

  The women are jammed up against the men.

  The consoler goes from one to another:

  "What would ye say—what would any of you say—if they burned you with plates of iron; if horses tore you asunder; if your body, coated with honey, was devoured by insects? You will have only the death of a hunter who is surprised in a wood."

  Antony would much prefer all this than the horrible wild beasts; he imagines he feels their teeth and their talons, and that he hears his back cracking under their jaws.

  A belluarius enters the dungeon; the martyrs tremble. One alone amongst them is unmoved—the Phrygian, who has gone into a corner to pray. He[Pg 73] had burned three temples. He now advances with lifted arms, open mouth, and his head towards Heaven, without seeing anything, like a somnambulist.

  The consoler exclaims:

  "Keep back! Keep back! The Spirit of Montanus will destroy ye!"

  All fall back, vociferating:

  "Damnation to the Montanist!"

  They insult him, spit upon him, would like to strike him. The lions, prancing, bite one another's manes. The people yell:

  "To the beasts! To the beasts!"

  The martyrs, bursting into sobs, catch hold of one another. A cup of narcotic wine is offered to them. They quickly pass it from hand to hand.

  Near the door of the den another belluarius awaits the signal. It opens; a lion comes out.

  He crosses the arena with great irregular strides. Behind him in a row appear the other lions, then a bear, three panthers, and leopards. They scatter like a flock in a prairie.

  The cracking of a whip is heard. The Christians stagger, and, in order to make an end of it, their brethren push them forward.

  Antony closes his eyes.

  * * *

  He opens them again. But darkness envelops him. Ere long, it grows bright once more; and he is able to trace the outlines of a plain, arid and covered with knolls, such as may be seen around a deserted quarry. Here and there a clump of shrubs lifts itself in the midst of the slabs, which are on a level with the soil, and above which white forms are bending, more undefined than clouds. Others rapidly make their ap[Pg 74]pearance. Eyes shine through the openings of long veils. By their indolent gait and the perfumes which exhale from them, Antony knows they are ladies of patrician rank. There are also men, but of inferior condition, for they have visages at the same time simple and coarse.

 

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