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○■ xiv forest and cavern faust ( solus ) spirit sublime, thou gav'st me, gav'st me all for which i prayed. not unto me in vain hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. thou gav'st me nature as a kingdom grand, with power to feel and to enjoy it. thou not only cold, amazed acquaintance yield'st, but grantest, that in her profoundest breast i gaze, as in the bosom of a friend. the ranks of living creatures thou dost lead before me, teaching me to know my brothers in air and water and the silent wood. and when the storm in forests roars and grinds, the giant firs, in falling, neighbor boughs and neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down, and falling, fill the hills with hollow thunders, then to the cave secure thou leadest me, then show'st me mine own self, and in my breast the deep, mysterious miracles unfold. and when the perfect moon before my gaze comes up with soothing light, around me float from every precipice and thicket damp the silvery phantoms of the ages past, and temper the austere delight of thought. that nothing can be perfect unto man i now am conscious. with this ecstasy, which brings me near and nearer to the gods, thou gav'st the comrade, whom i now no more can do without, though, cold and scornful, he demeans me to myself, and with a breath, a word, transforms thy gifts to nothingness. within my breast he fans a lawless fire, unwearied, for that fair and lovely form: thus in desire i hasten to enjoyment, and in enjoyment pine to feel desire. (mephistopheles enters .) mephistopheles have you not led this life quite long enough? how can a further test delight you? 'tis very well, that once one tries the stuff, but something new must then requite you. faust would there were other work for thee! to plague my day auspicious thou returnest. mephistopheles well! i'll engage to let thee be: thou darest not tell me so in earnest. the loss of thee were truly very slight, comrade crazy, rude, repelling: one has one's hands full all the day and night; if what one does, or leaves undone, is right, from such a face as thine there is no telling. faust there is, again, thy proper tone! that thou hast bored me, i must thankful be! mephistopheles poor son of earth, how couldst thou thus alone have led thy life, bereft of me? i, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure; thy fancy's rickets plague thee not at all: had i not been, so hadst thou, sure, walked thyself off this earthly ball why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking, sit'st thou, as 'twere an owl a-blinking? why suck'st, from sodden moss and dripping stone, toad-like, thy nourishment alone? a fine way, this, thy time to fill! the doctor's in thy body still. faust what fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess, spring from my commerce with the wilderness? but, if thou hadst the power of guessing, thou wouldst be devil enough to grudge my soul the blessing. mephistopheles a blessing drawn from supernatural fountains! in night and dew to lie upon the mountains; all heaven and earth in rapture penetrating; thyself to godhood haughtily inflating; to grub with yearning force through earth's dark marrow, compress the six days' work within thy bosom narrow, to taste, i know not what, in haughty power, thine own ecstatic life on all things shower, thine earthly self behind thee cast, and then the lofty instinct, thus ( with a gesture :) at last, i daren't say how to pluck the final flower! faust shame on thee! mephistopheles yes, thou findest that unpleasant! thou hast the moral right to cry me shame! at present. one dares not that before chaste ears declare, which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare; and, once for all, i grudge thee not the pleasure of lying to thyself in moderate measure. but such a course thou wilt not long endure; already art thou o'er-excited, and, if it last, wilt soon be plighted to madness and to horror, sure. enough of that! thy love sits lonely yonder, by all things saddened and oppressed; her thoughts and yearnings seek thee, tenderer, fonder, mighty love is in her breast. first came thy passion's flood and poured around her as when from melted snow a streamlet overflows; thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her, that now thy stream all shallow shows. methinks, instead of in the forests lording, the noble sir should find it good, the love of this young silly blood at once to set about rewarding. her time is miserably long; she haunts her window, watching clouds that stray o'er the old city-wall, and far away. were i a little bird! so runs her song, day long, and half night long. now she is lively, mostly sad, now, wept beyond her tears; then again quiet she appears, always love-mad. faust serpent! serpent! mephistopheles (aside) ha! do i trap thee! faust get thee away with thine offences, reprobate! name not that fairest thing, nor the desire for her sweet body bring again before my half-distracted senses! mephistopheles what wouldst thou, then? she thinks that thou art flown; and half and half thou art, i own. faust yet am i near, and love keeps watch and ward; though i were ne'er so far, it cannot falter: i envy even the body of the lord the touching of her lips, before the altar. mephistopheles 'tis very well! my envy oft reposes on your twin-pair, that feed among the roses. faust away, thou pimp! mephistopheles you rail, and it is fun to me. the god, who fashioned youth and maid, perceived the noblest purpose of his trade, and also made their opportunity. go on! it is a woe profound! 'tis for your sweetheart's room you're bound, and not for death, indeed. faust what are, within her arms, the heavenly blisses? though i be glowing with her kisses, do i not always share her need? i am the fugitive, all houseless roaming, the monster without air or rest, that like a cataract, down rocks and gorges foaming, leaps, maddened, into the abyss's breast! and side-wards she, with young unwakened senses, within her cabin on the alpine field her simple, homely life commences, her little world therein concealed. and i, god's hate flung o'er me, had not enough, to thrust the stubborn rocks before me and strike them into dust! she and her peace i yet must undermine: thou, hell, hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! help, devil! through the coming pangs to push me; what must be, let it quickly be! let fall on me her fate, and also crush me, one ruin whelm both her and me! mephistopheles again it seethes, again it glows! thou fool, go in and comfort her! when such a head as thine no outlet knows, it thinks the end must soon occur. hail him, who keeps a steadfast mind! thou, else, dost well the devil-nature wear: naught so insipid in the world i find as is a devil in despair.
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○■ The decision to close the Middlesex University philosophy department has roused the indignation of the academic community across the world (Reason for being, Education, 18 May). Rated the highest of all Middlesex's departments in the Research Assessment Exercise, it is recognised internationally as a beacon of philosophical study.As publishers we have benefited in many ways from the skills of those teaching at the department, and from the lively atmosphere of debate engendered across the disciplines by its work. Consequently, we feel bound to speak up in its defence. The closing of this department would be disastrous for the academic and intellectual life of this country, and we urge that the decision to do so be reconsidered.Further, we wish to express grave concern at the suspension, on 21 May, of Professor Peter Hallward, Professor Peter Osborne and a number of Middlesex University students. We believe this to be an unwarranted and unjustifiable act of intimidation by the administration and board of governors of the university, and we call for the immediate reinstatement of suspended students and staff.Pete Ayrton Serpent's Tail, Julian Baggini Philosophy Press/The Philosophers' Magazine, Anne Beech Pluto Press, Nick Bellorini Earthscan, Ashley Biles Saqi Books, Tony Bruce Routledge, Michael Dwyer C Hurst & Co, Matthew Frost Manchester University Press, Tariq Goddard Zer0 Books, Emma Hutchinson Polity Books, Jessica Kingsley Jessica Kingsley Publishers, Michael Leaman Reaktion Books, Wendy Lochner Columbia University Press, Carol McDonald Edinburgh University Press, Tristan Palmer Acumen, Jenna Steventon IB Tauris, Rowan Wilson Verso, Caroline Wintersgill Bloomsbury AcademicPhilosophyProtestMiddlesex UniversityCuts and closuresStudentsLecturersHigher educationUnivers _NULL_
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