The Diary of a Madman[Short Story.

The Diary of a Madman
[Short Story. Full text.]
Guy de Maupassant

He was dead—the head of a high tribunal, the upright magistrate whose irreproachable life was a proverb in all the courts of France. Advocates, young counsellors, judges had greeted him at sight of his large, thin, pale face lighted up by two sparkling deep-set eyes, bowing low in token of respect.

He had passed his life in pursuing crime and in protecting the weak. Swindlers and murderers had no more redoubtable enemy, for he seemed to read the most secret thoughts of their minds.

He was dead, now, at the age of eighty-two, honored by the homage and followed by the regrets of a whole people. Soldiers in red trousers had escorted him to the tomb and men in white cravats had spoken words and shed tears that seemed to be sincere beside his grave.

But here is the strange paper found by the dismayed notary in the desk where he had kept the records of great criminals! It was entitled: WHY?

20th June, 1851. I have just left court. I have condemned Blondel to death! Now, why did this man kill his five children? Frequently one meets with people to whom the destruction of life is a pleasure. Yes, yes, it should be a pleasure, the greatest of all, perhaps, for is not killing the next thing to creating? To make and to destroy! These two words contain the history of the universe, all the history of worlds, all that is, all! Why is it not intoxicating to kill?

25th June. To think that a being is there who lives, who walks, who runs. A being? What is a being? That animated thing, that bears in it the principle of motion and a will ruling that motion. It is attached to nothing, this thing. Its feet do not belong to the ground. It is a grain of life that moves on the earth, and this grain of life, coming I know not whence, one can destroy at one's will. Then nothing—nothing more. It perishes, it is finished.

26th June. Why then is it a crime to kill? Yes, why? On the contrary, it is the law of nature. The mission of every being is to kill; he kills to live, and he kills to kill. The beast kills without ceasing, all day, every instant of his existence. Man kills without ceasing, to nourish himself; but since he needs, besides, to kill for pleasure, he has invented hunting! The child kills the insects he finds, the little birds, all the little animals that come in his way. But this does not suffice for the irresistible need to massacre that is in us. It is not enough to kill beasts; we must kill man too. Long ago this need was satisfied by human sacrifices. Now the requirements of social life have made murder a crime. We condemn and punish the assassin! But as we cannot live without yielding to this natural and imperious instinct of death, we relieve ourselves, from time to time, by wars. Then a whole nation slaughters another nation. It is a feast of blood, a feast that maddens armies and that intoxicates civilians, women and children, who read, by lamplight at night, the feverish story of massacre.

One might suppose that those destined to accomplish these butcheries of men would be despised! No, they are loaded with honors. They are clad in gold and in resplendent garments; they wear plumes on their heads and ornaments on their breasts, and they are given crosses, rewards, titles of every kind. They are proud, respected, loved by women, cheered by the crowd, solely because their mission is to shed human blood; They drag through the streets their instruments of death, that the passer-by, clad in black, looks on with envy. For to kill is the great law set by nature in the heart of existence! There is nothing more beautiful and honorable than killing!

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Diary of a Madman[Cerita pendek. Teks lengkap.]Guy de MaupassantDia sudah mati — Ketua Majelis tinggi, hakim tegak yang hidupnya yang dipanggil tidak pepatah di semua pengadilan Perancis. Pendukung, muda konselor, hakim telah menyapanya pada pandangan nya besar, tipis, pucat wajah dinyalakan oleh dua berkilauan mata cekung, membungkuk rendah in token of hormat.Ia telah membiarkan hidupnya dalam mengejar kejahatan dan melindungi yang lemah. Penipu dan pembunuh memiliki tidak lebih Sultanate musuh, untuk dia tampak untuk membaca pikiran rahasia pikiran mereka.Dia sudah mati, sekarang, pada usia delapan puluh dua, dihormati oleh penghormatan dan diikuti dengan penyesalan seluruh rakyat. Tentara di celana merah telah membawa dia ke makam dan laki-laki dalam putih Cravat kata yang diucapkan dan mencurahkan air mata yang tampaknya tulus samping kuburnya.Tapi di sini adalah karya aneh ditemukan oleh Notaris kecewa di meja yang mana ia telah menyimpan catatan besar penjahat! Itu berjudul: Mengapa?20 Juni, 1851. Saya baru saja meninggalkan lapangan. Saya telah mengutuk Blondel mati! Sekarang, mengapa orang ini apakah membunuh kelima anaknya? Sering salah satu bertemu dengan orang-orang kepada siapa kehancuran hidup adalah suatu kesenangan. Ya, ya, itu harus senang, yang terbesar dari semuanya, mungkin, untuk tidak membunuh hal berikutnya untuk menciptakan? Untuk membuat dan menghancurkan! Dua kata ini mengandung sejarah alam semesta, semua sejarah dunia, Semua itu, Semua! Mengapa Apakah tidak memabukkan untuk membunuh?25 Juni. Untuk berpikir bahwa seorang yang ada yang hidup, yang berjalan, yang menjalankan. Menjadi? Apa itu menjadi? Itu hal animasi, bahwa beruang di dalamnya prinsip gerak dan akan memerintah gerakan itu. Itu melekat apa-apa, hal ini. Kakinya tidak termasuk tanah. Butir-butir hidup yang bergerak di bumi, dan biji-bijian ini kehidupan, datang aku tidak tahu dari mana, satu dapat menghancurkan di satu kehendak. Kemudian apa-apa — tidak lebih. Itu Bekerjalah, itu selesai.26 Juni. Mengapa begitu jelas kejahatan untuk membunuh? Ya, mengapa? Sebaliknya, ini adalah hukum alam. Misi dari setiap makhluk adalah untuk membunuh; dia membunuh untuk hidup, dan dia membunuh untuk membunuh. Binatang itu membunuh tanpa henti, sepanjang hari, setiap instan eksistensi-nya. Membunuh manusia tanpa henti, untuk memberi makan dirinya; tetapi karena ia membutuhkan, Selain itu, untuk membunuh kesenangan, ia telah menciptakan berburu! Anak membunuh serangga ia menemukan, burung-burung kecil, semua binatang-binatang kecil yang datang dengan cara Nya. Tapi ini tidak cukup untuk tak tertahankan perlu pembantaian yang ada di dalam kita. Ianya tidak cukup untuk membunuh binatang-binatang; kami harus membunuh manusia juga. Lama yang lalu ini perlu merasa puas dengan korban manusia. Sekarang tuntutan kehidupan sosial telah membunuh kejahatan. Kami mengutuk dan menghukum si pembunuh! Tetapi karena kita tidak bisa hidup tanpa menyerah terhadap naluri ini alami dan angkuh kematian, kita menghilangkan diri kita sendiri, dari waktu ke waktu, oleh perang. Kemudian seluruh bangsa menyembelih negara lain. Ini adalah pesta darah, pesta yang maddens tentara dan yang meracuni masyarakat sipil, perempuan dan anak-anak yang membaca, dengan cahaya lampu pada malam hari, kisah demam pembantaian.One might suppose that those destined to accomplish these butcheries of men would be despised! No, they are loaded with honors. They are clad in gold and in resplendent garments; they wear plumes on their heads and ornaments on their breasts, and they are given crosses, rewards, titles of every kind. They are proud, respected, loved by women, cheered by the crowd, solely because their mission is to shed human blood; They drag through the streets their instruments of death, that the passer-by, clad in black, looks on with envy. For to kill is the great law set by nature in the heart of existence! There is nothing more beautiful and honorable than killing!