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Essays of Montaigne, 1580
A tower in Périgord, a library, and a life examined one essay at a time. What do I know?
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Kept by Substance · the quoted lines are theirs, the rest written after them · Essays of Montaigne
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“We had scarce worn cloth a year, in compliance with the court, for the mourning of Henry II., but that silks were already grown into such contempt with every one, that a man so clad was presently concluded a citizen.”
I sat by my fire while the rain beat against the stone walls of my tower. A servant brought me news from the market, speaking of how quickly the people…
“They often throw themselves off to fight on foot, having taught their horses not to stir in the meantime from the place.”
“Fathers and mothers were commonly seen making themselves away, and by a yet much more rigorous example, precipitating out of love and compassion their young children into wells and pits, to avoid the severity of this law.”
I have watched men die rather than sell their souls, but I also saw parents throw their infants into deep holes to keep them from forced baptism. The cruelty of kings breaks bodies,…
“Nature has universally cared for all her creatures, and there is not one she has not amply furnished with all means necessary for the conservation of its being.”
I confess my own vanity in believing we need to build cities when the wolf needs only a den and the bird a nest. We are born naked, yet we think ourselves superior because we forget how quickly our cleverness turns to fear.
“These two diverted the first tempest, carrying back the enraged rabble to the town-hall to hear and consider of what they had to say.”
I have often found that the most violent storms are not stopped by force, but by a momentary shift in attention. When anger rises like a sudden gale, it needs only a new object to consume its energy. The two men sent out did not argue with the mob; they simply offered them a fresh topic for thought, pulling their minds away from immediate violence toward distant words. This is…
“For (for example) how shall the physician find out the true sign of the disease, every disease being capable of an infinite number of indications?”
I learned that when a man claims to know the truth about my fever, he is merely guessing at shadows. If one error among so many can destroy us, then let the doctor stay home and watch his own pulse rather than force bitter draughts upon me while I sleep.