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Peter Abelard: Historia Calamitatum          
           
Peter Abelard: Historia Calamitatum 
  The Story of My Misfortunes 
Translated by Henry Adams Bellows  
  Copyright 1922  
  [Reissued by in New York by Macmillan, 1972, with no notification of
  copyright renewal]  
  Peter Abelard (1079-1142) was one of the great intellectuals of the 12th century,
    with especial importance in the field of logic. His tendency to disputation is perhaps
    best demonstrated by his book Sic et Non, a list of 158 philosophical and
      theological questions about which there were divided opinions. This dialectical method of
      intellectual reflection -- also seen in Gratian's approach to canon law -- was to become
      an important feature of western education and distinguishes it sharply from other world
      cultures such as Islam and the Confucian world. Abelard's mistake was to leave the
      questions open for discussion and so he was repeatedly charged with heresy. For a long
      period all his works were included in the later Iindex of Forbidden Books. The text here
      gives a good account of Abelard's pugnaciousness.  
  He is perhaps as famous today for his love affair with Heloise (1100/01-1163/4) and
    its disastrous consequences, which resulted in her giving birth to son (called Astrolabe),
    to Abelard's castration by Heloise's angry relatives, and to both their retreats to
    monastic life. Heloise was one of the most literate women of her time, and an able
    administrator: as a result her monastic career was notably successful. Abelard, a
    intellectual jouster throughout his life was notably less happy as a monk. He incurred the
    displeasure and enmity of abbots, bishops, his own monks, a number of Church councils and
    St. Bernard of Clairvaux . The last months of his life were spent under the protection of
    Peter the Venerable of Cluny, where he died. The tomb of Abelard and Heloise can now be
    visited in the Pére Lachaise cemetery in Paris.  
  The Historia Calamitatum, although in the literary form of a letter, is a
    sort of autobiography, with distinct echoes of Augustine's Confessions. It is one
      of the most readable documents to survive from the period, and as well as presenting a
      remarkably frank self-portrait, is a valuable account of intellectual life in Paris before
      the formalization of the University, of the intellectual excitement of the period, of
      monastic life and of a love story that in some respects deserves its long reputation.  
 
Historia Calamitatum
  FOREWORD  
  OFTEN the hearts of men and women are stirred, as likewise they are soothed in their
    sorrows more by example than by words. And therefore, because I too I have known some
    consolation from speech had with one who was a witness thereof, am I now minded to write
    of the sufferings which have sprung out of my misfortunes, for the eyes of one who, though
    absent, is of himself ever a consoler. This I do so that, in comparing your sorrows with
    mine, you may discover that yours are in truth nought, or at the most but of small
    account, and so shall you come to bear them more easily.  
    
  CHAPTER I  
  OF THE BIRTHPLACE OF PIERRE ABELARD AND OF HIS PARENTS  
  KNOW, then, that I am come from a certain town which was built on the way into lesser
    Brittany, distant some eight miles, as I think, eastward from the city of Nantes, and in
    its own tongue called Palets. Such is the nature of that country, or, it may be, of them
    who dwell there -- for in truth they are quick in fancy -- that my mind bent itself easily
    to the study of letters. Yet more, I had a father who had won some smattering of letters
    before he had girded on the soldier's belt. And so it came about that long afterwards his
    love thereof was so strong that he saw to it that each son of his should be taught in
    letters even earlier than in the management of arms. Thus indeed did it come to pass. And
    because I was his first born, and for that reason the more dear to him, he sought with
    double diligence to have me wisely taught. For my part, the more I went forward in the
    study of letters, and ever more easily, the greater became the ardour of my devotion to
    them, until in truth I was so enthralled by my passion for learning that, gladly leaving
    to my brothers the pomp of glory in arms, the right of heritage and all the honours that
    should have been mine as the eldest born, I fled utterly from the court of Mars that I
    might win learning in the bosom of Minerva. And -- since I found the armory of logical
    reasoning more to my liking than the other forms of philosophy, I exchanged all other
    weapons for these, and to the prizes of victory in war I preferred the battle of minds in
    disputation. Thenceforth, journeying through many provinces, and debating as I went, going
    whithersoever I heard that the study of my chosen art most flourished, I became such an
    one as the Peripatetics.  
    
  CHAPTER II  
  OF THE PERSECUTION HE HAD FROM HIS MASTER WILLIAM OF CHAMPEAUX  
    OF HIS ADVENTURES AT MELUN, AT CORBEIL AND AT PARIS  
    HIS WITHDRAWAL FROM THE CITY OF THE PARISIANS TO MELUN, AND HIS RETURN TO MONT STE
    GENEVIEVE  
    OF HIS JOURNEY TO HIS OLD HOME  
  I CAME at length to Paris, where above all in those days the art of dialectics was most
    flourishing, and there did I meet William of Champeaux, my teacher, a man most
    distinguished in his science both by his renown and by his true merit. With him I remained
    for some time, at first indeed well liked of him; but later I brought him great grief,
    because I undertook to refute certain of his opinions, not infrequently attacking him in
    disputation, and now and then in these debates I was adjudged victor. Now this, to those
    among my fellow students who were ranked foremost, seemed all the more insufferable
    because of my youth and the brief duration of my studies.  
  Out of this sprang the beginning of my misfortunes, which have followed me even to the
    present day; the more widely my fame was spread abroad, the more bitter was the envy that
    was kindled against me. It was given out that I, presuming on my gifts far beyond the
    warranty of my youth, was aspiring despite my tender years to the leadership of a school;
    nay, more, that I was making ready the very place in which I would undertake this task,
    the place being none other than the castle of Melun, at that time a royal seat. My teacher
    himself had some foreknowledge of this, and tried to remove my school as far as possible
    from his own. Working in secret, he sought in every way he could before I left his
    following to bring to nought the school I had planned and the place I had chosen for It.
    Since, however, in that very place he had many rivals, and some of them men of influence
    among the great ones of the land, relying on their aid I won to the fulfillment of my
    wish; the support of many was secured for me by reason of his own unconcealed envy. From
    this small inception of my school, my fame in the art of dialectics began to spread
    abroad, so that little by little the renown, not alone of those who had been my fellow
    students, but of our very teacher himself, grew dim and was like to die out altogether.
    Thus it came about that, still more confident in myself, I moved my school as soon as I
    well might to the castle of Corbeil, which is hard by the city of Paris, for there I knew
    there would be given more frequent chance for my assaults in our battle of disputation.  
  No long time thereafter I was smitten with a grievous illness, brought upon me by my
    immoderate zeal for study. This illness forced me to turn homeward to my native province,
    and thus for some years I was as if cut off from France. And yet, for that very reason, I
    was sought out all the more eagerly by those whose hearts were troubled by the lore of
    dialectics. But after a few years had passed, and I was whole again from my sickness, I
    learned that my teacher, that same William Archdeacon of Paris, had changed his former
    garb and joined an order of the regular clergy. This he had done, or so men said, in order
    that he might be deemed more deeply religious, and so might be elevated to a loftier rank
    in the prelacy, a thing which, in truth, very soon came to pass, for he was made bishop of
    Chalons. Nevertheless, the garb he had donned by reason of his conversion did nought to
    keep him away either from the city of Paris or from his wonted study of philosophy; and in
    the very monastery wherein he had shut himself up for the sake of religion he straightway
    set to teaching again after the same fashion as before.  
  To him did I return for I was eager to learn more of rhetoric from his lips; and in the
    course of our many arguments on various matters, I compelled him by most potent reasoning
    first to alter his former opinion on the subject of the universals, and finally to abandon
    it altogether. Now, the basis of this old concept of his regarding the reality of
    universal ideas was that the same quality formed the essence alike of the abstract whole
    and of the individuals which were its parts: in other words, that there could be no
    essential differences among these individuals, all being alike save for such variety as
    might grow out of the many accidents of existence. Thereafter, however, he corrected this
    opinion, no longer maintaining that the same quality was the essence of all things, but
    that, rather, it manifested itself in them through diverse ways. This problem of
    universals is ever the most vexed one among logicians, to such a degree, indeed, that even
    Porphyry, writing in his "Isagoge" regarding universals, dared not attempt a
    final pronouncement thereon, saying rather: "This is the deepest of all problems of
    its kind." Wherefore it followed that when William had first revised and then finally
    abandoned altogether his views on this one subject, his lecturing sank into such a state
    of negligent reasoning that it could scarce be called lecturing on the science of
    dialectics at all; it was as if all his science had been bound up in this one question of
    the nature of universals.  
  Thus it came about that my teaching won such strength and authority that even those who
    before had clung most vehemently to my former master, and most bitterly attacked my
    doctrines, now flocked to my school. The very man who had succeeded to my master's chair
    in the Paris school offered me his post, in order that he might put himself under my
    tutelage along with all the rest, and this in the very place where of old his master and
    mine had reigned. And when, in so short a time, my master saw me directing the study of
    dialectics there, it is not easy to find words to tell with what envy he was consumed or
    with what pain he was tormented. He could not long, in truth, bear the anguish of what he
    felt to be his wrongs, and shrewdly he attacked me that he might drive me forth. And
    because there was nought in my conduct whereby he could come at me openly, he tried to
    steal away the school by launching the vilest calumnies against him who had yielded his
    post to me, and by putting in his place a certain rival of mine. So then I returned to
    Melun, and set up my school there as before; and the more openly his envy pursued me, the
    greater was the authority it conferred upon me. Even so held the poet: "Jealousy aims
    at the peaks; the winds storm the loftiest summits." (Ovid:"Remedy for
    Love," I,369.)  
  Not long thereafter, when William became aware of the fact that almost all his students
    were holding grave doubts as to his religion, and were whispering earnestly among
    themselves about his conversion, deeming that he had by no means abandoned this world, he
    withdrew himself and his brotherhood, together with his students, to a certain estate far
    distant from the city. Forthwith I returned from Melun to Paris, hoping for peace from him
    in the future. But since, as I have said, he had caused my place to be occupied by a rival
    of mine, I pitched the camp, as it were, of my school outside the city on Mont Ste.
    Genevieve. Thus I was as one laying siege to him who had taken possession of my post. No
    sooner had my master heard of this than he brazenly returned post haste to the city,
    bringing back with him such students as he could, and reinstating his brotherhood in their
    former monastery, much as if he would free his soldiery, whom he had deserted, from my
    blockade. In truth, though, if it was his purpose to bring them succour, he did nought but
    hurt them. Before that time my rival had indeed had a certain number of students, of one
    sort and another, chiefly by reason of his lectures on Priscian, in which he was
    considered of great authority. After our master had returned, however, he lost nearly all
    of these followers, and thus was compelled to give up the direction of the school. Not
    long thereafter, apparently despairing further of worldly fame, he was converted to the
    monastic life.  
  Following the return of our master to the city, the combats in disputation which my
    scholars waged both with him himself and with his pupils, and the successes which fortune
    gave to us, and above all to me, in these wars, you have long since learned of through
    your own experience. The boast of Ajax, though I speak it more temperately, I still am
    bold enough to make:  
  
    "if fain you would learn now 
      How victory crowned the battle, by him was 
      I never vanquished." 
      (Ovid , "Metamorphoses," XIII, 89.) 
   
  But even were I to be silent, the fact proclaims itself, and its outcome reveals the
    truth regarding it.  
  While these things were happening, it became needful for me again to repair to my old
    home, by reason of my dear mother, Lucia, for after the conversion of my father,
    Berengarius, to the monastic life, she so ordered her affairs as to do likewise. When all
    this had been completed, I returned to France, above all in order that I might study
    theology, since now my oft-mentioned teacher, William, was active in the episcopate of
    Chalons. In this field of learning Anselm of Laon, who was his teacher therein, had for
    long years enjoyed the greatest renown.  
    
  CHAPTER III  
  OF HOW HE CAME TO LAON TO SEEK ANSELM AS TEACHER  
  I SOUGHT out, therefore, this same venerable man, whose fame, in truth, was more the
    result of long established custom than of the potency of his own talent or intellect. If
    any one came to him impelled by doubt on any subject, he went away more doubtful still. He
    was wonderful, indeed, in the eyes of these who only listened to him, but those who asked
    him questions perforce held him as nought. He had a miraculous flow of words, but they
    were contemptible in meaning and quite void of reason. When he kindled a fire, he filled
    his house with smoke and illumined it not at all. He was a tree which seemed noble to
    those who gazed upon its leaves from afar, but to those who came nearer and examined it
    more closely was revealed its barrenness. When, therefore, I had come to this tree that I
    might pluck the fruit thereof, I discovered that it was indeed the fig tree which Our Lord
    cursed (Matthew xxi. 19; Mark xi. 13), or that ancient oak to which Lucan likened Pompey,
    saying:  
  
    "he stands, the shade of a name once mighty, 
  Like to the towering oak in the midst of the fruitful field." 
  (Lucan, "Pharsalia," IV, 135-) 
   
  It was not long before I made this discovery, and stretched myself lazily in the shade
    of that same tree. I went to his lectures less and less often, a thing which some among
    his eminent followers took sorely to heart, because they interpreted it as a mark of
    contempt for so illustrious a teacher. Thenceforth they secretly sought !to influence him
    against me, and by their vile insinuations made me hated of him. It chanced, moreover,
    that one day, after the exposition of certain texts, we scholars were jesting among
    ourselves, and one of them, seeking to draw me out, asked me what I thought of the
    lectures on the Books of Scripture. I, who had as yet studied only the sciences, replied
    that following such lectures seemed to me most useful in so far as the salvation of the
    soul was concerned, but that it appeared quite extraordinary to me that educated persons
    should not be able to understand the sacred books simply by studying them themselves,
    together with the glosses thereon, and without the aid of any teacher. Most of those who
    were present mocked at me, and asked whether I myself could do as I had said, or whether I
    would dare to undertake it. I answered that if they wished, I was ready to try it.
    Forthwith they cried out and jeered all the more. "Well and good," said they;
    "we agree to the test. Pick out and give us an exposition of some doubtful passage in
    the Scriptures, I so that we can put this boast of yours to the proof." And they all
    chose that most obscure prophecy of Ezekiel.  
  I accepted the challenge, and invited them to attend a lecture on the very next day.
    Whereupon they undertook to give me good advice, saying that I should by no means make
    undue haste in so important a matter, but that I ought to devote a much longer space to
    working out my exposition and offsetting my inexperience by diligent toil. To this I
    replied indignantly that it was my wont to win success, not by routine, but by ability. I
    added that I would abandon the test altogether unless they would agree not to put off
    their attendance at my lecture. In truth at this first lecture of mine only a few were
    present, for it seemed quite absurd to all of them that I. hitherto so inexperienced in
    discussing the Scriptures, should attempt the thing so hastily. However, this lecture gave
    such satisfaction to all those who heard it that they spread its praises abroad with
    notable enthusiasm, and thus compelled me to continue my interpretation of the sacred
    text. When word of this was bruited about, those who had stayed away from the first
    lecture came eagerly, some to the second and more to the third, and all of them were eager
    to write down the glosses which I had begun on the first day, so as to have them from the
    very beginning.  
    
  CHAPTER IV  
  OF THE PERSECUTION HE HAD FROM HIS TEACHER ANSELM  
  NOW this venerable man of whom I have spoken was acutely smitten with envy, and
    straightway incited, as I have already mentioned, by the insinuations of sundry persons,
    began to persecute me for my lecturing on the Scriptures no less bitterly than my former
    master, William, had done for my work in philosophy. At that time there were in this old
    man's school two who were considered far to excel all the others: Alberic of Rheims and
    Lotulphe the Lombard. The better opinion these two held of themselves, the more they were
    incensed against me. Chiefly at their suggestion, as it afterwards transpired, yonder
    venerable coward had the impudence to forbid me to carry on any further in his school the
    work of preparing glosses which I had thus begun. The pretext he alleged was that if by
    chance in the course of this work I should write anything containing blunders--as was
    likely enough in view of my lack of training--the thing might be imputed to him. When this
    came to the ears of his scholars, they were filled with indignation at so undisguised a
    manifestation of spite, the like of which had never been directed against any one before.
    The more obvious this rancour became, the more it redounded to my honour, and his
    persecution did nought save to make me more famous.  
    
  CHAPTER V  
  OF HOW HE RETURNED TO PARIS AND FINISHED THE GLOSSES WHICH HE HAD BEGUN
    AT LAON  
  AND so, after a few days, I returned to Paris, and there for several years I peacefully
    directed the school which formerly had been destined for me, nay, even offered to me, but
    from which I had been driven out. At the very outset of my work there, I set about
    completing the glosses on Ezekiel which I had begun at Laon. These proved so satisfactory
    to all who read them that they came to believe me no less adept in lecturing on theology
    than I had proved myself to be in the field of philosophy. Thus my school was notably
    increased in size by reason of my lectures on subjects of both these kinds, and the amount
    of financial profit as well as glory which it brought me cannot be concealed from you, for
    the matter talked of. But prosperity always puffs up the foolish and worldly comfort
    enervates the soul, rendering it an easy prey to carnal temptations. Thus I who by this
    time had come to regard myself as the only philosopher remaining in the whole world, and
    had ceased to fear any further disturbance of my peace, began to loosen the rein on my
    desires, although hitherto I had always lived in the utmost continence. And the greater
    progress I made in my lecturing on philosophy or theology, the more I departed alike from
    the practice of the philosophers and the spirit of the divines in the uncleanness of my
    life. For it is well known, methinks, that philosophers, and still more those who have
    devoted their lives to arousing the love of sacred study, have been strong above all else
    in the beauty of chastity.  
  Thus did it come to pass that while I was utterly absorbed in pride and sensuality,
    divine grace, the cure for both diseases, was forced upon me, even though I, forsooth
    would fain have shunned it. First was I punished for my sensuality, and then for my pride.
    For my sensuality I lost those things whereby I practiced it; for my pride, engendered in
    me by my knowledge of letters and it is even as the Apostle said: "Knowledge puffeth
    itself up" (I Cor. viii. 1) -- I knew the humiliation of seeing burned the very book
    in which I most gloried. And now it is my desire that you should know the stories of these
    two happenings, understanding them more truly from learning the very facts than from
    hearing what is spoken of them, and in the order in which they came about. Because I had
    ever held in abhorrence the foulness of prostitutes, because I had diligently kept myself
    from all excesses and from association with the women of noble birth who attended the
    school, because I knew so little of the common talk of ordinary people, perverse and
    subtly flattering chance gave birth to an occasion for casting me lightly down from the
    heights of my own exaltation. Nay, in such case not even divine goodness could redeem one
    who, having been so proud, was brought to such shame, were it not for the blessed gift of
    grace.  
    
  CHAPTER VI  
  OF HOW, BROUGHT LOW BY HIS LOVE FOR HELOISE, HE WAS WOUNDED IN BODY AND
    SOUL  
  NOW there dwelt in that same city of Paris a certain young girl named Heloise, the
    neice of a canon who was called Fulbert. Her uncle's love for her was equalled only by his
    desire that she should have the best education which he could possibly procure for her. Of
    no mean beauty, she stood out above all by reason of her abundant knowledge of letters.
    Now this virtue is rare among women, and for that very reason it doubly graced the maiden,
    and made her the most worthy of renown in the entire kingdom. It was this young girl whom
    I, after carefully considering all those qualities which are wont to attract lovers,
    determined to unite with myself in the bonds of love, and indeed the thing seemed to me
    very easy to be done. So distinguished was my name, and I possessed such advantages of
    youth and comeliness, that no matter what woman I might favour with my love, I dreaded
    rejection of none. Then, too, I believed that I could win the maiden's consent all the
    more easily by reason of her knowledge of letters and her zeal therefor; so, even if we
    were parted, we might yet be together in thought with the aid of written messages.
    Perchance, too, we might be able to write more boldly than we could speak, and thus at all
    times could we live in joyous intimacy.  
  Thus, utterly aflame with my passion for this maiden, I sought to discover means
    whereby I might have daily and familiar speech with her, thereby the more easily to win
    her consent. For this purpose I persuaded the girl's uncle, with the aid of some of his
    friends to take me into his household--for he dwelt hard by my school--in return for the
    payment of a small sum. My pretext for this was that the care of my own household was a
    serious handicap to my studies, and likewise burdened me with an expense far greater than
    I could afford. Now he was a man keen in avarice and likewise he was most desirous for his
    niece that her study of letters should ever go forward, so, for these two reasons I easily
    won his consent to the fulfillment of my wish, for he was fairly agape for my money, and
    at the same time believed that his niece would vastly benefit by my teaching. More even
    than this, by his own earnest entreaties he fell in with my desires beyond anything I had
    dared to hope, opening the way for my love; for he entrusted her wholly to my guidance,
    begging me to give her instruction whensoever I might be free from the duties of my
    school, no matter whether by day or by night, and to punish her sternly if ever I should
    find her negligent of her tasks. In all this the man's simplicity was nothing short of
    astounding to me; I should not have been more smitten with wonder if he had entrusted a
    tender lamb to the care of a ravenous wolf. When he had thus given her into my charge, not
    alone to be taught but even to be disciplined, what had he done save to give free scope to
    my desires, and to offer me every opportunity, even if I had not sought it, to bend her to
    my will with threats and blows if I failed to do so with caresses? There were, however,
    two things which particularly served to allay any foul suspicion: his own love for his
    niece, and my former reputation for continence.  
  Why should I say more? We were united first in the dwelling that sheltered our love,
    and then in the hearts that burned with it. Under the pretext of study we spent our hours
    in the happiness of love, and learning held out to us the secret opportunities that our
    passion craved. Our speech was more of love than of the books which lay open before us;
    our kisses far outnumbered our reasoned words. Our hands sought less the book than each
    other's bosoms -- love drew our eyes together far more than the lesson drew them to the
    pages of our text. In order that there might be no suspicion, there were, indeed,
    sometimes blows, but love gave them, not anger; they were the marks, not of wrath, but of
    a tenderness surpassing the most fragrant balm in sweetness. What followed? No degree in
    love's progress was left untried by our passion, and if love itself could imagine any
    wonder as yet unknown, we discovered it. And our inexperience of such delights made us all
    the more ardent in our pursuit of them, so that our thirst for one another was still
    unquenched.  
  In measure as this passionate rapture absorbed me more and more, I devoted ever less
    time to philosophy and to the work of the school. Indeed it became loathsome to me to go
    to the school or to linger there; the labour, moreover, was very burdensome, since my
    nights were vigils of love and my days of study. My lecturing became utterly careless and
    lukewarm; I did nothing because of inspiration, but everything merely as a matter of
    habit. I had become nothing more than a reciter of my former discoveries, and though I
    still wrote poems, they dealt with love, not with the secrets of philosophy. Of these
    songs you yourself well know how some have become widely known and have been sung in many
    lands, chiefly, methinks, by those who delighted in the things of this world. As for the
    sorrow, the groans, the lamentations of my students when they perceived the preoccupation,
    nay, rather the chaos, of my mind, it is hard even to imagine them.  
  A thing so manifest could deceive only a few, no one, methinks, save him whose shame it
    chiefly bespoke, the girl's uncle, Fulbert. The truth was often enough hinted to him, and
    by many persons, but he could not believe it, partly, as I have said, by reason of his
    boundless love for his niece, and partly because of the well-known continence of my
    previous life. Indeed we do not easily suspect shame in those whom we most cherish, nor
    can there be the blot of foul suspicion on devoted love. Of this St. Jerome in his epistle
    to Sabinianus (Epist. 48) says: "We are wont to be the last to know the evils of our
    own households, and to be ignorant of the sins of our children and our wives, though our
    neighbours sing them aloud." But no matter how slow a matter may be in disclosing
    itself, it is sure to come forth at last, nor is it easy to hide from one what is known to
    all. So, after the lapse of several months, did it happen with us. Oh, how great was the
    uncle's grief when he learned the truth, and how bitter was the sorrow of the lovers when
    we were forced to part! With what shame was I overwhelmed, with what contrition smitten
    because of the blow which had fallen on her I loved, and what a tempest of misery burst
    over her by reason of my disgrace! Each grieved most, not for himself, but for the other.
    Each sought to allay, not his own sufferings, but those of the one he loved. The very
    sundering of our bodies served but to link our souls closer together; the plentitude of
    the love which was denied to us inflamed us more than ever. Once the first wildness of
    shame had passed, it left us more shameless than before, and as shame died within us the
    cause of it seemed to us ever more desirable. And so it chanced with us as, in the stories
    that the poets tell, it once happened with Mars and Venus when they were caught together.  
  It was not long after this that Heloise found that she was pregnant, and of this she
    wrote to me in the utmost exultation, at the same time asking me to consider what had best
    be done. Accordingly, on a night when her uncle was absent, we carried out the plan we had
    determined on, and I stole her secretly away from her uncle's house, sending her without
    delay to my own country. She remained there with my sister until she gave birth to a son,
    whom she named Astrolabe. Meanwhile her uncle after his return, was almost mad with grief;
    only one who had then seen him could rightly guess the burning agony of his sorrow and the
    bitterness of his shame. What steps to take against me, or what snares to set for me, he
    did not know. If he should kill me or do me some bodily hurt, he feared greatly lest his
    dear-loved niece should be made to suffer for it among my kinsfolk. He had no power to
    seize me and imprison me somewhere against my will, though I make no doubt he would have
    done so quickly enough had he been able or dared, for I had taken measures to guard
    against any such attempt.  
  At length, however, in pity for his boundless grief, and bitterly blaming myself for
    the suffering which my love had brought upon him through the baseness of the deception I
    had practiced, I went to him to entreat his forgiveness, promising to make any amends that
    he himself might decree. I pointed out that what had happened could not seem incredible to
    any one who had ever felt the power of love, or who remembered how, from the very
    beginning of the human race, women had cast down even the noblest men to utter ruin. And
    in order to make amends even beyond his extremest hope, I offered to marry her whom I had
    seduced, provided only the thing could be kept secret, so that I might suffer no loss of
    reputation thereby. To this he gladly assented, pledging his own faith and that of his
    kindred, and sealing with kisses the pact which I had sought of him--and all this that he
    might the more easily betray me.  
    
  CHAPTER VII  
  OF THE ARGUMENTS OF HELOISE AGAINST WEDLOCK  
    OF HOW NONE THE LESS HE MADE HER HIS WIFE  
  FORTHWITH I repaired to my own country, and brought back thence my mistress, that I
    might make her my wife. She, however, most violently disapproved of this, and for two
    chief reasons: the danger thereof, and the disgrace which it would bring upon me. She
    swore that her uncle would never be appeased by such satisfaction as this, as, indeed,
    afterwards proved only too true. She asked how she could ever glory in me if she should
    make me thus inglorious, and should shame herself along with me. What penalties, she said,
    would the world rightly demand of her if she should rob it of so shining a light! What
    curses would follow such a loss to the Church, what tears among the philosophers would
    result from such a marriage! How unfitting, how lamentable it would be for me, whom nature
    had made for the whole world, to devote myself to one woman solely, and to subject myself
    to such humiliation! She vehemently rejected this marriage, which she felt would be in
    every way ignominious and burdensome to me.  
  Besides dwelling thus on the disgrace to me, she reminded me of the hardships of
    married life, to the avoidance of which the Apostle exhorts us, saying: "Art thou
    loosed from a wife? seek not a wife. But and marry, thou hast not sinned; and if a virgin
    marry she hath not sinned. Nevertheless such shall have trouble in the flesh: but I spare
    you" (I Cor. vii. 27). And again: "But I would have you to be free from
    cares" (I Cor. vii. 32). But if I would heed neither the counsel of the Apostle nor
    the exhortations of the saints regarding this heavy yoke of matrimony, she bade me at
    least consider the advice of the philosophers, and weigh carefully what had been written
    on this subject either by them or concerning their lives. Even the saints themselves have
    often and earnestly spoken on this subject for the purpose of warning us. Thus St. Jerome,
    in his first book against Jovinianus, makes Theophrastus set forth in great detail the
    intolerable annoyances and the endless disturbances of married life, demonstrating with
    the most convincing arguments that no wise man should ever have a wife, and concluding his
    reasons for this philosophic exhortation with these words: "Who among Christians
    would not be overwhelmed by such arguments as these advanced by Theophrastus?"  
  Again, in the same work, St. Jerome tells how Cicero, asked by Hircius after his
    divorce of Terentia whether he would marry the sister of Hircius, replied that he would do
    no such thing, saying that he could not devote himself to a wife and to philosophy at the
    same time. Cicero does not, indeed, precisely speak of "devoting himself," but
    he does add that he did not wish to undertake anything which might rival his study of
    philosophy in its demands upon him.  
  Then, turning from the consideration of such hindrances to the study of philosophy,
    Heloise bade me observe what were the conditions of honourable wedlock. What possible
    concord could there be between scholars and domestics, between authors and cradles,
    between books or tablets and distaffs, between the stylus or the pen and the spindle? What
    man, intent on his religious or philosophical meditations, can possibly endure the whining
    of children, the lullabies of the nurse seeking to quiet them, or the noisy confusion of
    family life? Who can endure the continual untidiness of children? The rich, you may reply,
    can do this, because they have palaces or houses containing many rooms, and because their
    wealth takes no thought of expense and protects them from daily worries. But to this the
    answer is that the condition of philosophers is by no means that of the wealthy, nor can
    those whose minds are occupied with riches and worldly cares find time for religious or
    philosophical study. For this reason the renowned philosophers of old utterly despised the
    world, fleeing from its perils rather than reluctantly giving them up, and denied
    themselves all its delights in order that they might repose in the embraces of philosophy
    alone. One of them, and the greatest of all, Seneca, in his advice to Lucilius, says
    philosophy is not a thing to be studied only in hours of leisure; we must give up
    everything else to devote ourselves to it, for no amount of time is really sufficient
    hereto" (Epist. 73)  
  It matters little, she pointed out, whether one abandons the study of philosophy
    completely or merely interrupts it, for it can never remain at the point where it was thus
    interrupted. All other occupations must be resisted; it is vain to seek to adjust life to
    include them, and they must simply be eliminated. This view is maintained, for example, in
    the love of God by those among us who are truly called monastics, and in the love of
    wisdom by all those who have stood out among men as sincere philosophers. For in every
    race, gentiles or Jews or Christians, there have always been a few who excelled their
    fellows in faith or in the purity of their lives, and who were set apart from the
    multitude by their continence or by their abstinence from worldly pleasures.  
  Among the Jews of old there were the Nazarites, who consecrated themselves to the Lord,
    some of them the sons of the prophet Elias and others the followers of Eliseus, the monks
    of whom, on the authority of St. Jerome (Epist. 4 and 13), we read in the Old Testament.
    More recently there were the three philosophical sects which Josephus defines in his Book
    of Antiquities (xviii. 2), calling them the Pharisees, the Sadducees and the Essenes. In
    our times, furthermore, there are the monks who imitate either the communal life of the
    Apostles or the earlier and solitary life of John. Among the gentiles there are, as has
    been said, the philosophers. Did they not apply the name of wisdom or philosophy as much
    to the religion of life as to the pursuit of learning, as we find from the origin of the
    word itself, and likewise from the testimony of the saints?  
  There is a passage on this subject in the eighth book of St. Augustine's "City of
    God," wherein he distinguishes between the various schools of philosophy. "The
    Italian school," he says, "had as its founder Pythagoras of Samos, who, it is
    said, originated the very word 'philosophy'. Before his time those who were regarded as
    conspicuous for the praiseworthiness of their lives were called wise men, but he, on being
    asked of his profession, replied that he was a philosopher, that is to say a student or a
    lover of wisdom because it seemed to him unduly boastful to call himself a wise man."
    In this passage, therefore, when the phrase "conspicuous for the praiseworthiness of
    their lives" is used, it is evident that the wise, in other words the philosophers,
    were so called less because of their erudition than by reason of their virtuous lives. In
    what sobriety and continence these men lived it is not for me to prove by illustration,
    lest I should seem to instruct Minerva herself.  
  Now, she added, if laymen and gentiles, bound by no profession of religion, lived after
    this fashion, what ought you, a cleric and a canon, to do in order not to prefer base
    voluptuousness to your sacred duties, to prevent this Charybdis from sucking you down
    headlong, and to save yourself from being plunged shamelessly and irrevocably into such
    filth as this? If you care nothing for your privileges as a cleric, at least uphold your
    dignity as a philosopher. If you scorn the reverence due to God, let regard for your
    reputation temper your shamelessness. Remember that Socrates was chained to a wife, and by
    what a filthy accident he himself paid for this blot on philosophy, in order that others
    thereafter might be made more cautious by his example. Jerome thus mentions this affair,
    writing about Socrates in his first book against Jovinianus: "Once when he was
    withstanding a storm of reproaches which Xantippe was hurling at him from an upper story,
    he was suddenly drenched with foul slops; wiping his head, he said only, 'I knew there
    would be a shower after all that thunder.'"  
  Her final argument was that it would be dangerous for me to take her back to Paris, and
    that it would be far sweeter for her to be called my mistress than to be known as my wife;
    nay, too, that this would be more honourable for me as well. In such case, she said, love
    alone would hold me to her, and the strength of the marriage chain would not constrain us.
    Even if we should by chance be parted from time to time, the joy of our meetings would be
    all the sweeter by reason of its rarity. But when she found that she could not convince me
    or dissuade me from my folly by these and like arguments, and because she could not bear
    to offend me, with grievous sighs and tears she made an end of her resistance, saying:
    "Then there is no more left but this, that in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall
    be no less than the love we two have already known." Nor in this, as now the whole
    world knows, did she lack the spirit of prophecy.  
  So, after our little son was born, we left him in my sister's care, and secretly
    returned to Paris. A few days later, in the early morning, having kept our nocturnal vigil
    of prayer unknown to all in a certain church, we were united there in the benediction of
    wedlock her uncle and a few friends of his and mine being present. We departed forthwith
    stealthily and by separate ways, nor thereafter did we see each other save rarely and in
    private, thus striving our utmost to conceal what we had done. But her uncle and those of
    his household, seeking solace for their disgrace, began to divulge the story of our
    marriage, and thereby to violate the pledge they had given me on this point. Heloise, on
    the contrary, denounced her own kin and swore that they were speaking the most absolute
    lies. Her uncle, aroused to fury thereby, visited her repeatedly with punishments. No
    sooner had I learned this than I sent her to a convent of nuns at Argenteuil, not far from
    Paris, where she herself had been brought up and educated as a young girl. I had them make
    ready for her all the garments of a nun, suitable for the life of a convent, excepting
    only the veil, and these I bade her put on.  
  When her uncle and his kinsmen heard of this, they were convinced that now I had
    completely played them false and had rid myself forever of Heloise by forcing her to
    become a nun. Violently incensed, they laid a plot against me, and one night while I all
    unsuspecting was asleep in a secret room in my lodgings, they broke in with the help of
    one of my servants whom they had bribed. There they had vengeance on me with a most cruel
    and most shameful punishment, such as astounded the whole world; for they cut off those
    parts of my body with which I had done that which was the cause of their sorrow. This
    done, straightway they fled, but two of them were captured and suffered the loss of their
    eyes and their genital organs. One of these two was the aforesaid servant, who even while
    he was still in my service, had been led by his avarice to betray me.  
    
  CHAPTER VIII  
  OF THE SUFFERING OF HIS BODY  
    OF HOW HE BECAME A MONK IN THE MONASTERY OF ST. DENIS AND HELOISE A NUN AT ARGENTEUIL  
  WHEN morning came the whole city was assembled before my dwelling. It is difficult,
    nay, impossible, for words of mine to describe the amazement which bewildered them, the
    lamentations they uttered, the uproar with which they harassed me, or the grief with which
    they increased my own suffering. Chiefly the clerics, and above all my scholars, tortured
    me with their intolerable lamentations and outcries, so that I suffered more intensely
    from their compassion than from the pain of my wound. In truth I felt the disgrace more
    than the hurt to my body, and was more afflicted with shame than with pain. My incessant
    thought was of the renown in which I had so much delighted, now brought low, nay, utterly
    blotted out, so swiftly by an evil chance. I saw, too, how justly God had punished me in
    that very part of my body whereby I had sinned. I perceived that there was indeed justice
    in my betrayal by him whom I had myself already betrayed; and then I thought how eagerly
    my rivals would seize upon this manifestation of justice, how this disgrace would bring
    bitter and enduring grief to my kindred and my friends, and how the tale of this amazing
    outrage would spread to the very ends of the earth.  
  What path lay open to me thereafter? How could I ever again hold up my head among men,
    when every finger should be pointed at me in scorn, every tongue speak my blistering
    shame, and when I should be a monstrous spectacle to all eyes? I was overwhelmed by the
    remembrance that, according to the dread letter of the law, God holds eunuchs in such
    abomination that men thus maimed are forbidden to enter a church, even as the unclean and
    filthy; nay, even beasts in such plight were not acceptable as sacrifices. Thus in
    Leviticus (xxii. 24) is it said: "Ye shall not offer unto the Lord that which hath
    its stones bruised, or crushed, or broken, or cut." And in Deuteronomy (xxiii. 1),
    "He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter
    into the congregation of the Lord."  
  I must confess that in my misery it was the overwhelming sense of my disgrace rather
    than any ardour for conversion to the religious life that drove me to seek the seclusion
    of the monastic cloister. Heloise had already, at my bidding, taken the veil and entered a
    convent. Thus it was that we both put on the sacred garb, I in the abbey of St. Denis, and
    she in the convent of Argenteuil, of which I have already spoken. She, I remember well,
    when her fond friends sought vainly to deter her from submitting her fresh youth to the
    heavy and almost intolerable yoke of monastic life, sobbing and weeping replied in the
    words of Cornelia:  
  
    "O husband most noble 
      Who ne'er shouldst have shared my couch! Has fortune such power 
      To smite so lofty a head? Why then was I wedded 
      Only to bring thee to woe? Receive now my sorrow, 
      The price I so gladly pay." 
      (Lucan, "Pharsalia," viii. 94.)  
   
  With these words on her lips did she go forthwith to the altar, and lifted therefrom
    the veil, which had been blessed by the bishop, and before them all she took the vows of
    the religious life. For my part, scarcely had I recovered from my wound when clerics
    sought me in great numbers, endlessly beseeching both my abbot and me myself that now,
    since I was done with learning for the sake of pain or renown, I should turn to it for the
    sole love of God. They bade me care diligently for the talent which God had committed to
    my keeping (Matthew, xxv. 15), since surely He would demand it back from me with interest.
    It was their plea that, inasmuch as of old I had laboured chiefly in behalf of the rich, I
    should now devote myself to the teaching of the poor. Therein above all should I perceive
    how it was the hand of God that had touched me, when I should devote my life to the study
    of letters in freedom from the snares of the flesh and withdrawn from the tumultuous life
    of this world. Thus, in truth, should I become a philosopher less of this world than of
    God.  
  The abbey, however, to which I had betaken myself was utterly worldly and in its life
    quite scandalous. The abbot himself was as far below his fellows in his way of living and
    in the foulness of his reputation as he was above them in priestly rank. This intolerable
    state of things I often and vehemently denounced, sometimes in private talk and sometimes
    publicly, but the only result was that I made myself detested of them all. They gladly
    laid hold of the daily eagerness of my students to hear me as an excuse whereby they might
    be rid of me; and finally, at the insistent urging of the students themselves, and with
    the hearty consent of the abbot and the rest of the brotherhood, I departed thence to a
    certain hut, there to teach in my wonted way. To this place such a throng of students
    flocked that the neighbourhood could not afford shelter for them, nor the earth sufficient
    sustenance.  
  Here, as befitted my profession, I devoted myself chiefly to lectures on theology, but
    I did not wholly abandon the teaching of the secular arts, to which I was more accustomed,
    and which was particularly demanded of me. I used the latter, however, as a hook, luring
    my students by the bait of learning to the study of the true philosophy, even as the
    Ecclesiastical History tells of Origen, the greatest of all Christian philosophers. Since
    apparently the Lord had gifted me with no less persuasiveness in expounding the Scriptures
    than in lecturing on secular subjects, the number of my students in these two courses
    began to increase greatly, and the attendance at all the other schools was correspondingly
    diminished. Thus I aroused the envy and hatred of the other teachers. Those way took who
    sought to belittle me in every possible advantage of my absence to bring two principal
    charges against me: first, that it was contrary to the monastic profession to be concerned
    with the study of secular books; and, second, that I had presumed to teach theology
    without ever having been taught therein myself. This they did in order that my teaching of
    every kind might be prohibited, and to this end they continually stirred up bishops,
    archbishops, abbots and whatever other dignitaries of the Church they could reach.  
    
  CHAPTER IX  
  OF HIS BOOK ON THEOLOGY AND HIS PERSECUTION AT THE HANDS OF HIS FELLOW
    STUDENTS OF THE COUNCIL AGAINST HIM  
  IT SO happened that at the outset I devoted myself to analysing the basis of our faith
    through illustrations based on human understanding, and I wrote for my students a certain
    tract on the unity and trinity of God. This I did because they were always seeking for
    rational and philosophical explanations, asking rather for reasons they could understand
    than for mere words, saying that it was futile to utter words which the intellect could
    not possibly follow, that nothing could be believed unless it could first be understood,
    and that it was absurd for any one to preach to others a thing which neither he himself
    nor those whom he sought to teach could comprehend. Our Lord Himself maintained this same
    thing when He said: "They are blind leaders of the blind" (Matthew, xv. 14).  
  Now, a great many people saw and read this tract, and it became exceedingly popular,
    its clearness appealing particularly to all who sought information on this subject. And
    since the questions involved are generally considered the most difficult of all, their
    complexity is taken as the measure of the subtlety of him who succeeds in answering them.
    As a result, my rivals became furiously angry, and summoned a council to take action
    against me, the chief instigators therein being my two intriguing enemies of former days,
    Alberic and Lotulphe. These two, now that both William and Anselm, our erstwhile teachers,
    we're dead, were greedy to reign in their stead, and, so to speak, to succeed them as
    heirs. While they were directing the school at Rheims, they managed by repeated hints to
    stir up their archbishop, Rodolphe, against me, for the purpose of holding a meeting, or
    rather an ecclesiastical council, at Soissons, provided they could secure the approval of
    Conon, Bishop of Praeneste, at that time papal legate in France. Their plan was to summon
    me to be present at this council, bringing with me the famous book I had written regarding
    the Trinity. In all this, indeed, they were successful, and the thing happened according
    to their wishes.  
  Before I reached Soissons, however, these two rivals of mine so foully slandered me
    with both the clergy and the public that on the day of my arrival the people came near to
    stoning me and the few students of mine who had accompanied me thither. The cause of their
    anger was that they had been led to believe that I had preached and written to prove the
    existence of three gods. No sooner had I reached the city, therefore, than I went
    forthwith to the legate; to him I submitted my book for examination and judgment,
    declaring that if I had written anything repugnant to the Catholic faith, I was quite
    ready to correct it or otherwise to make satisfactory amends. The legate directed me to
    refer my book to the archbishop and to those same two rivals of mine, to the end that my
    accusers might also be my judges. So in my case was fulfilled the saying: "Even our
    enemies are our judges" (Deut. xxxii. 31).  
  These three, then, took my book and pawed it over and examined it minutely, but could
    find nothing therein which they dared to use as the basis for a public accusation against
    me. Accordingly they put off the condemnation of the book until the close of the council,
    despite their eagerness to bring it about. For my part, every day before the council
    convened I publicly discussed the Catholic faith in the light of what I had written, and
    all who heard me were enthusiastic in their approval alike of the frankness and the logic
    of my words. When the public and the clergy had thus learned something of the real
    character of my teaching, they began to say to one another: "Behold, now he speaks
    openly, and no one brings any charge against him. And this council, summoned, as we have
    heard, chiefly to take action upon his case is drawing toward its end. Did the judges
    realize that the error might be theirs rather than his?"  
  As a result of all this, my rivals grew more angry day by day. On one occasion Alberic,
    accompanied by some of his students, came to me for the purpose of intimidating me, and,
    after a few bland words, said that he was amazed at something he had found in my book, to
    the effect that, although God had begotten God, I denied that God had begotten Himself,
    since there was only one God. I answered unhesitatingly: "I can give you an
    explanation of this if you wish it." "Nay," he replied, "I care
    nothing for human explanation or reasoning in such matters, but only for the words of
    authority." "Very well, I said; "turn the pages of my book and you will
    find the authority likewise." The book was at hand, for he had brought it with him. I
    turned to the passage I had in mind, which he had either not discovered or else passed
    over as containing nothing injurious to me. And it was God's will that I quickly found
    what I sought. This was the following sentence, under the heading "Augustine, On the
    Trinity, Book I": "Whosoever believes that it is within the power of God to
    beget Himself is sorely in error; this power is not in God, neither is it in any created
    thing, spiritual or corporeal. For there is nothing that can give birth to itself."  
  When those of his followers who were present heard this, they were amazed and much
    embarrassed. He himself, in order to keep his countenance, said: "Certainly, I
    understand all that." Then I added: "What I have to say further on this subject
    is by no means new, but apparently it has nothing to do with the case at issue, since you
    have asked for the word of authority only, and not for explanations. If, however, you care
    to consider logical explanations, I am prepared to demonstrate that, according to
    Augustine's statement, you have yourself fallen into a heresy in believing that a father
    can possibly be his own son." When Alberic heard this he was almost beside himself
    with rage, and straightway resorted to threats, asserting that neither my explanations nor
    my citations of authority would avail me aught in this case. With this he left me.  
  On the last day of the council, before the session convened, the legate and the
    archbishop deliberated with my rivals and sundry others as to what should be. done about
    me and my book, this being the chief reason for their having come together. And since they
    had discovered nothing either in my speech or in what I had hitherto written which would
    give them a case against me, they were all reduced to silence, or at the most to maligning
    me in whispers. Then Geoffroi, Bishop of Chartres, who excelled the other bishops alike in
    the sincerity of his religion and in the importance of his see, spoke thus:  
  "You know, my lords, all who are gathered here, the doctrine of this man, what it
    is, and his ability, which has brought him many followers in every field to which he has
    devoted himself. You know how greatly he has lessened the renown of other teachers, both
    his masters and our own, and how he has spread as it were the offshoots of his vine from
    sea to sea. Now, if you impose a lightly considered judgment on him, as I cannot believe
    you will, you well know that even if mayhap you are in the right there are many who will
    be angered thereby and that he will have no lack of defenders. Remember above all that we
    have found nothing in this book of his that lies before us whereon any open accusation can
    be based. Indeed it is true, as Jerome says: `Fortitude openly displayed always creates
    rivals, and the lightning strikes the highest peaks.' Have a care, then, lest by violent
    action you only increase his fame, and lest we do more hurt to ourselves through envy than
    to him through justice. A false report, as that same wise man reminds us, is easily
    crushed, and a man's later life gives testimony as to his earlier deeds. If, then, you are
    disposed to take canonical action against him, his doctrine or his writings must be
    brought forward as evidence, and he must have free opportunity to answer his questioners.
    In that case if he is found guilty or if he confesses his error, his lips can be wholly
    sealed. Consider the words of the blessed Nicodemus, who, desiring to free Our Lord
    Himself, said: 'Doth our law judge any man before it hear him and know what he doeth?
    (John, vii. 51).  
  When my rivals heard this they cried out in protest, saying: "This is wise
    counsel, forsooth, that we should strive against the wordiness of this man, whose
    arguments, or rather, sophistries, the whole world cannot resist!" And yet, methinks,
    it was far more difficult to strive against Christ Himself, for Whom, nevertheless,
    Nicodemus demanded a hearing in accordance with the dictates of the law. When the bishop
    could not win their assent to his proposals, he tried in another way to curb their hatred,
    saying that for the discussion of such an important case the few who were present were not
    enough, and that this matter required a more thorough examination. His further suggestion
    was that my abbot, who was there present, should take me back with him to our abbey, in
    other words to the monastery of St. Denis, and that there a large convocation of learned
    men should determine, on the basis of a careful investigation, what ought to be done. To
    this last proposal the legate consented, as did all the others.  
  Then the legate arose to celebrate mass before entering the council, and through the
    bishop sent me the permission which had been determined on, authorizing me to return to my
    monastery and there await such action as might be finally taken. But my rivals, perceiving
    that they would accomplish nothing if the trial were to be held outside of their own
    diocese, and in a place where they could have little influence on the verdict, and in
    truth having small wish that justice should be done, persuaded the archbishop that it
    would be a grave insult to him to transfer this case to another court, and that it would
    be dangerous for him if by chance I should thus be acquitted. They likewise went to the
    legate, and succeeded in so changing his opinion that finally they induced him to frame a
    new sentence, whereby he agreed to condemn my book without any further inquiry, to burn it
    forthwith in the sight of all, and to confine me for a year in another monastery. The
    argument they used was that it sufficed for the condemnation of my book that I had
    presumed to read it in public without the approval either of the Roman pontiff or of the
    church, and that, furthermore, I had given it to many to be transcribed. Methinks it would
    be a notable blessing to the Christian faith if there were more who displayed a like
    presumption. The legate, however, being less skilled in law than he should have been,
    relied chiefly on the advice of the archbishop, and he, in turn, on that of my rivals.
    When the Bishop of Chartres got wind of this, he reported the whole conspiracy to me, and
    strongly urged me to endure meekly the manifest violence of their enmity. He bade me not
    to doubt that this violence would in the end react upon them and prove a blessing to me,
    and counseled me to have no fear of the confinement in a monastery, knowing that within a
    few days the legate himself, who was now acting under compulsion, would after his
    departure set me free. And thus he consoled me as best he might, mingling his tears with
    mine.  
    
  CHAPTER X  
  OF THE BURNING OF HIS BOOK IF THE PERSECUTION HE HAD AT THE HANDS OF HIS
    ABBOT AND THE BRETHREN  
  STRAIGHTWAY upon my summons I went to the council, and there, without further
    examination or debate, did they compel me with my own hand to cast that memorable book of
    mine into the flames. Although my enemies appeared to have nothing to say while the book
    was burning, one of them muttered something about having seen it written therein that God
    the Father was alone omnipotent. This reached the ears of the legate, who replied in
    astonishment that he could not believe that even a child would make so absurd a blunder.
    "Our common faith," he said, holds and sets forth that the Three are alike
    omnipotent." A certain Tirric, a schoolmaster, hearing this, sarcastically added the
    Athanasian phrase, "And yet there are not three omnipotent Persons, but only
    One."  
  This man's bishop forthwith began to censure him, bidding him desist from such
    treasonable talk, but he boldly stood his ground, and said, as if quoting the words of
    Daniel: " 'Are ye such fools, ye sons of Israel, that without examination or
    knowledge of the truth ye have condemned a daughter of Israel? Return again to the place
    of judgment,' (Daniel, xiii. 48 The History of Susanna) and there give judgment on the
    judge himself. You have set up this judge, forsooth, for the instruction of faith and the
    correction of error, and yet, when he ought to give judgment, he condemns himself out of
    his own mouth. Set free today, with the help of God's mercy, one who is manifestly
    innocent, even as Susanna was freed of old from her false accusers."  
  Thereupon the archbishop arose and confirmed the legate's statement, but changed the
    wording thereof, as indeed was most fitting. "It is God's truth," he said,
    "that the Father is omnipotent, the Son is omnipotent, the Holy Spirit is omnipotent.
    And whosoever dissents from this is openly in error, and must not be listened to.
    Nevertheless, if it be your pleasure, it would be well that this our brother should
    publicly state before us all the faith that is in him, to the end that, according to its
    deserts, it may either be approved or else condemned and corrected."  
  When, however, I fain would have arisen to profess and set forth my faith, in order
    that I might express in my own words that which was in my heart, my enemies declared that
    it was not needful for me to do more than recite the Athanasian Symbol, a thing which any
    boy might do as well as I. And lest I should allege ignorance, pretending that I did not
    know the words by heart, they had a copy of it set before me to read. And read it I did as
    best I could for my groans and sighs and tears. Thereupon, as if I had been a convicted
    criminal, I was handed over to the Abbot of St. Médard, who was there present, and led to
    his monastery as to a prison. And with this the council was immediately dissolved.  
  The abbot and the monks of the aforesaid monastery, thinking that I would remain long
    with them, received me with great exultation, and diligently sought to console me, but all
    in vain. O God, who dost judge justice itself, in what venom of the spirit, in what
    bitterness of mind, did I blame even Thee for my shame, accusing Thee in my madness! Full
    often did I repeat the lament of St. Anthony: "Kindly Jesus, where wert Thou?"
    The sorrow that tortured me, the shame that overwhelmed me, the desperation that wracked
    my mind, all these I could then feel, but even now I can find no words to express them.
    Comparing these new sufferings of my soul with those I had formerly endured in my body, it
    seemed that I was in very truth the most miserable among men. Indeed that earlier betrayal
    had become a little thing in comparison with this later evil, and I lamented the hurt to
    my fair name far more than the one to my body. The latter, indeed, I had brought upon
    myself through my own wrongdoing, but this other violence had come upon me solely by
    reason of the honesty of my purpose and my love of our faith, which had compelled me to
    write that which I believed.  
  The very cruelty and heartlessness of my punishment, however, made every one who heard
    the story vehement in censuring it, so that those who had a hand therein were soon eager
    to disclaim all responsibility, shouldering the blame on others. Nay, matters came to such
    a pass that even my rivals denied that they had had anything to do with the matter, and as
    for the legate, he publicly denounced the malice with which the French had acted. Swayed
    by repentance for his injustice, and feeling that he had yielded enough to satisfy their
    rancour he shortly freed me from the monastery whither I had been taken, and sent me back
    to my own. Here, however, I found almost as many enemies as I had in the former days of
    which I have already spoken, for the vileness and shamelessness of their way of living
    made them realize that they would again have to endure my censure.  
  After a few months had passed, chance gave them an opportunity by which they sought to
    destroy me. It happened that one day, in the course of my reading, I came upon a certain
    passage of Bede, in his commentary on the Acts of the Apostles, wherein he asserts that
    Dionysius the Areopagite was the bishop, not of Athens, but of Corinth. Now, this was
    directly counter to the belief of the monks, who were wont to boast that their Dionysius,
    or Denis, was not only the Areopagite but was likewise proved by his acts to have been the
    Bishop of Athens. Having thus found this testimony of Bede's in contradiction of our own
    tradition, I showed it somewhat jestingly to sundry of the monks who chanced to be near.
    Wrathfully they declared that Bede was no better than a liar, and that they had a far more
    trustworthy authority in the person of Hilduin, a former abbot of theirs, who had
    travelled for a long time throughout Greece for the purpose of investigating this very
    question. He, they insisted, had by his writings removed all possible doubt on the
    subject, and had securely established the truth of the traditional belief.  
  One of the monks went so far as to ask me brazenly which of the two, Bede or Hilduin, I
    considered the better authority on this point. I replied that the authority of Bede, whose
    writings are held in high esteem by the whole Latin Church, appeared to me the better.
    Thereupon in a great rage they began to cry out that at last I had openly proved the
    hatred I had always felt for our monastery, and that I was seeking to disgrace it in the
    eyes of the whole kingdom, robbing it of the honour in which it had particularly gloried,
    by thus denying that the Areopagite was their patron saint. To this I answered that I had
    never denied the fact, and that I did not much care whether their patron was the
    Areopagite or some one else, provided only he had received his crown from God. Thereupon
    they ran to the abbot and told him of the misdemeanour with which they charged me.  
  The abbot listened to their story with delight, rejoicing at having found a chance to
    crush me, for the greater vileness of his life made him fear me more even than the rest
    did. Accordingly he summoned his council, and when the brethren had assembled he violently
    threatened me, declaring that he would straightway send me to the king, by him to be
    punished for having thus sullied his crown and the glory of his royalty. And until he
    should hand me over to the king, he ordered that I should be closely guarded. In vain did
    I offer to submit to the customary discipline if I had in any way been guilty. Then,
    horrified at their wickedness, which seemed to crown the ill fortune I had so long
    endured, and in utter despair at the apparent conspiracy of the whole world against me, I
    fled secretly from the monastery by night, helped thereto by some of the monks who took
    pity on me, and likewise aided by some of my scholars.  
  I made my way to a region where I had formerly dwelt, hard by the lands of Count
    Theobald (of Champagne). He himself had some slight acquaintance with me, and had
    compassion on me by reason of my persecutions, of which the story had reached him. I found
    a home there within the walls of Provins, in a priory of the monks of Troyes, the prior of
    which had in former days known me well and shown me much love. In his joy at my coming he
    cared for me with all diligence. It chanced, however, that one day my abbot came to
    Provins to see the count on certain matters of business. As soon as I had learned of this,
    I went to the count, the prior accompanying me, and besought him to intercede in my behalf
    with the abbot. I asked no more than that the abbot should absolve me of the charge
    against me, and give me permission to live the monastic life wheresoever I could find a
    suitable place. The abbot, however, and those who were with him took the matter under
    advisement, saying that they would give the count an answer the day before they departed.
    It appeared from their words that they thought I wished to go to some other abbey, a thing
    which they regarded as an immense disgrace to their own. They had, indeed, taken
    particular pride in the fact that, upon my conversion, I had come to them, as if scorning
    all other abbeys, and accordingly they considered that it would bring great shame upon
    them if I should now desert their abbey and seek another. For this reason they refused to
    listen either to my own plea or to that of the count. Furthermore, they threatened me with
    excommunication unless I should instantly return; likewise they forbade the prior with
    whom I had taken refuge to keep me longer, under pain of sharing my excommunication. When
    we heard this both the prior and I were stricken with fear. The abbot went away still
    obdurate, but a few days thereafter he died.  
  As soon as his successor had been named, I went to him, accompanied by the Bishop of
    Meaux, to try if I might win from him the permission I had vainly sought of his
    predecessor. At first he would not give his assent, but finally, through the intervention
    of certain friends of mine, I secured the right to appeal to the king and his council, and
    in this way I at last obtained what I sought. The royal seneschal, Stephen, having
    summoned the abbot and his subordinates that they might state their case, asked them why
    they wanted to keep me against my will. He pointed out that this might easily bring them
    into evil repute, and certainly could do them no good, seeing that their way of living was
    utterly incompatible with mine. I knew it to be the opinion of the royal council that the
    irregularities in the conduct of this abbey would tend to bring it more and more under the
    control of the king, making it increasingly useful and likewise profitable to him, and for
    this reason I had good hope of easily winning the support of the king and those about him.  
  Thus, indeed, did it come to pass. But in order that the monastery might not be shorn
    of any of the glory which it had enjoyed by reason of my sojourn there, they granted me
    permission to betake myself to any solitary place I might choose, provided only I did not
    put myself under the rule of any other abbey. This was agreed upon and confirmed on both
    sides in the presence of the king and his councellors. Forthwith I sought out a lonely
    spot known to me of old in the region of Troyes, and there, on a bit of land which had
    been given to me, and with the approval of the bishop of the district, I built with reeds
    and stalks my first oratory in the name of the Holy Trinity. And there concealed, with but
    one comrade, a certain cleric, I was able to sing over and over again to the Lord:
    "Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness" (Ps. iv. 7).  
    
  CHAPTER XI  
  OF HIS TEACHING IN THE WILDERNESS  
  NO SOONER had scholars learned of my retreat than they began to flock thither from all
    sides, leaving their towns and castles to dwell in the wilderness. In place of their
    spacious houses they built themselves huts; instead of dainty fare they lived on the herbs
    of the field and coarse bread; their soft beds they exchanged for heaps of straw and
    rushes, and their tables were piles of turf. in very truth you may well believe that they
    were like those philosophers of old of whom Jerome tells us in his second book against
    Jovinianus.  
  "Through the senses," says Jerome, "as through so many windows, do vices
    win entrance to the soul. The metropolis and citadel of the mind cannot be taken unless
    the army of the foe has first rushed in through the gates. If any one delights in the
    games of the circus, in the contests of athletes, in the versatility of actors, in the
    beauty of women, in the glitter of gems and raiment, or in aught else like to these, then
    the freedom of his soul is made captive through the windows of his eyes, and thus is
    fulfilled the prophecy: 'For death is come up into our windows' (Jer. ix. 21). And then,
    when the wedges of doubt have, as it were, been driven into the citadels of our minds
    through these gateways, where will be its liberty? where its fortitude? where its thought
    of God? Most of all does the sense of touch paint for itself the pictures of past
    raptures, compelling the soul to dwell fondly upon remembered iniquities, and so to
    practice in imagination those things which reality denies to it.  
  "Heeding such counsel, therefore, many among the philosophers forsook the
    thronging ways of the cities and the pleasant gardens of the countryside, with their well
    watered fields, their shady trees, the song of birds, the mirror of the fountain, the
    murmur of the stream, the many charms for eye and ear, fearing lest their souls should
    grow soft amid luxury and abundance of riches, and lest their virtue should thereby be
    defiled. For it is perilous to turn your eyes often to those things whereby you may some
    day be made captive, or to attempt the possession of that which it would go hard with you
    to do without. Thus the Pythagoreans shunned all companionship of this kind, and were wont
    to dwell in solitary and desert places. Nay, Plato himself, although he was a rich man let
    Diogenes trample on his couch with muddy feet, and in order that he might devote himself
    to philosophy established his academy in a place remote from the city, and not only
    uninhabited but unhealthy as well. This he did in order that the onslaughts of lust might
    be broken by the fear and constant presence of disease, and that his followers might find
    no pleasure save in the things they learned."  
  ----------- Such a life, likewise, the sons of the prophets who were the followers of
    Eliseus are reported to have led. Of these Jerome also tells us, writing thus to the monk
    Rusticus as if describing the monks of those ancient days: "The sons of the prophets,
    the monks of whom we read in the Old Testament built for themselves huts by the waters of
    the Jordan, and forsaking the throngs and the cities, lived on pottage and the herbs of
    the field" (Epist. iv).  
  Even so did my followers build their huts above the waters of the Arduzon, so that they
    seemed hermits rather than scholars. And as their number grew ever greater, the hardships
    which they gladly endured for the sake of my teaching seemed to my rivals to reflect new
    glory on me, and to cast new shame on themselves. Nor was it strange that they, who had
    done their utmost to hurt me, should grieve to see how all things worked together for my
    good, even though I was now, in the words of Jerome, afar from cities and the market
    place, from controversies and the crowded ways of men. And so, as Quintilian says, did
    envy seek me out even in my hiding place. Secretly my rivals complained and lamented one
    to another, saying: "Behold now, the whole world runs after him, and our persecution
    of him has done nought save to increase his glory. We strove to extinguish his fame, and
    we have but given it new brightness. Lo, in the cities scholars have at hand everything
    they may need, and yet, spurning the pleasures of the town, they seek out the barrenness
    of the desert, and of their own free will they accept wretchedness."  
  The thing which at that time chiefly led me to undertake the direction of a school was
    my intolerable poverty, for I had not strength enough to dig, and shame kept me from
    begging. And so, resorting once more to the art with which I was so familiar, I was
    compelled to substitute the service of the tongue for the labour of my hands. The students
    willingly provided me with whatsoever I needed in the way of food and clothing, and
    likewise took charge of the cultivation of the fields and paid for the erection of
    buildings, in order that material cares might not keep me from my studies. Since my
    oratory was no longer large enough to hold even a small part of their number, they found
    it necessary to increase its size, and in so doing they greatly improved it, building it
    of stone and wood. Although this oratory had been founded in honour of the Holy Trinity,
    and afterwards dedicated thereto, I now named it the Paraclete, mindful of how I had come
    there a fugitive and in despair, and had breathed into my soul something of the miracle of
    divine consolation.  
  Many of those who heard of this were greatly astonished, and some violently assailed my
    action, declaring that it was not permissible to dedicate a church exclusively to the Holy
    Spirit rather than to God the Father. They held, according to an ancient tradition, that
    'it must be dedicated either to the Son alone or else to the entire Trinity. The error
    which led them into this false accusation resulted from their failure to perceive the
    identity of the Paraclete with the Spirit Paraclete. Even as the whole Trinity, or any
    Person in the Trinity, may rightly be called God or Helper, so likewise may It be termed
    the Paraclete, that is to say the Consoler. These are the words of the Apostle:
    "Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and
    the God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our tribulation" (II Cor. i. 3) And
    likewise the word of truth says: "And he shall give you another comforter"
    (Greek "another Paraclete," John, xiv. 16).  
  Nay, since every church is consecrated equally in the name of the Father, the Son and
    the Holy Spirit, without any difference in their possession thereof, why should not the
    house of God be dedicated to the Father or to the Holy Spirit, even as it is to the Son?
    Who would presume to erase from above the door the name of him who is the master of the
    house? And since the Son offered Himself as a sacrifice to the Father, and accordingly in
    the ceremonies of the mass the prayers are offered particularly to the Father, and the
    immolation of the Host is made to Him, why should the altar not be held to be chiefly His
    to whom above all the supplication and sacrifice are made? Is it not called more rightly
    the altar of Him who receives than of Him who makes the sacrifice? Who would admit that an
    altar is that of the Holy Cross, or of the Sepulchre, or of St. Michael, or John, or
    Peter, or of any other saint, unless either he himself was sacrificed there or else
    special sacrifices and prayers are made there to him? Methinks the altars and temples of
    certain ones among these saints are not held to be idolatrous even though they are used
    for special sacrifices and prayers to their patrons.  
  Some, however, may perchance argue that churches are not built or altars dedicated to
    the Father because there is no feast which is solemnized especially for Him. But while
    this reasoning holds good as regards the Trinity itself, it does not apply in the case of
    the Holy Spirit. For this Spirit, from the day of Its advent, has had its special feast of
    the Pentecost, even as the Son has had since His coming upon earth His feast of the
    Nativity. Even as the Son was sent into this world, so did the Holy Spirit descend upon
    the disciples, and thus does It claim Its special religious rites. Nay, it seems more
    fitting to dedicate a temple to It than to either of the other Persons of the Trinity, if
    we but carefully study the apostolic authority, and consider the workings of this Spirit
    Itself. To none of the three Persons did the apostle dedicate a special temple save to the
    Holy Spirit alone. He does not speak of a temple of the Father, or a temple of the Son, as
    he does of a temple of the Holy Spirit, writing thus in his first epistle to the
    Corinthians: "But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit." (I Cor. vi.
    17). And again: "What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit
    which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?" (ib. 19).  
  Who is there who does not know that the sacraments of God's blessings pertaining to the
    Church are particularly ascribed to the operation of divine grace, by which is meant the
    Holy Spirit? Forsooth we are born again of water and of the Holy Spirit in baptism, and
    thus from the very beginning is the body made, as it were, a special temple of God. In the
    successive sacraments, moreover, the seven-fold grace of the Spirit is added, whereby this
    same temple of God is made beautiful and is consecrated. What wonder is it, then, if to
    that Person to Whom the apostle assigned a spiritual temple we should dedicate a material
    one? Or to what Person can a church be more rightly said to belong than to Him to Whom all
    the blessings which the church administers are particularly ascribed? It was not, however,
    with the thought of dedicating my oratory to one Person that I first called it the
    Paraclete, but for the reason I have already told, that in this spot I found consolation.
    None the less, even if I had done it for the reason attributed to me, the departure from
    the usual custom would have been in no way illogical.  
    
  CHAPTER XII  
  OF THE PERSECUTION DIRECTED AGAINST HIM BY SUNDRY NEW ENEMIES OR, AS IT
    WERE APOSTLES  
  AND so I dwelt in this place, my body indeed hidden away, but my fame spreading
    throughout the whole world, till its echo reverberated mightily -- echo, that fancy of the
    poet's, which has so great a voice, and nought beside. My former rivals, seeing that they
    themselves were now powerless to do me hurt, stirred up against me certain new apostles in
    whom the world put great faith. One of these (Norbert of Prémontré) took pride in his
    position as canon of a regular order; the other (Bernard of Clairvaux) made it his boast
    that he bad revived the true monastic life. These two ran hither and yon preaching and
    shamelessly slandering me in every way they could, so that in time they succeeded in
    drawing down on my head the scorn of many among those having authority, among both the
    clergy and the laity. They spread abroad such sinister reports of my faith as well as of
    my life that they turned even my best friends against me, and those who still retained
    something of their former regard for me were fain to disguise it in every possible way by
    reason of their fear of these two men.  
  God is my witness that whensoever I learned of the convening of a new assemblage of the
    clergy, I believed that it was done for the express purpose of my condemnation. Stunned by
    this fear like one smitten with a thunderbolt, I daily expected to be dragged before their
    councils or assemblies as a heretic or one guilty of impiety. Though I seem to compare a
    flea with a lion, or an ant with an elephant, in very truth my rivals persecuted me no
    less bitterly than the heretics of old hounded St. Athanasius. Often, God knows, I sank so
    deep in despair that I was ready to leave the world of Christendom and go forth among the
    heathen, paying them a stipulated tribute in order that I might live quietly a Christian
    life among the enemies of Christ. It seemed to me that such people might indeed be kindly
    disposed toward me, particularly as they would doubtless suspect me of being no good
    Christian, imputing my flight to some crime I had committed, and would therefore believe
    that I might perhaps be won over to their form of worship.  
    
  CHAPTER XIII  
  OF THE ABBEY TO WHICH HE WAS CALLED AND OF THE PERSECUTION HE HAD FROM
    HIS SONS THAT IS TO SAY THE MONKS AND FROM THE LORD OF THE LAND  
  WHILE I was thus afflicted with so great perturbation to of the spirit, and when the
    only way of escape seemed to be for me to seek refuge with Christ among the enemies of
    Christ, there came a chance whereby I thought I could for a while avoid the plottings of
    my enemies. But thereby I fell among Christians and monks who were far more savage than
    heathens and more evil of life. The thing came about in this wise. There was in lesser
    Brittany, in the bishopric of Vannes, a certain abbey of St. Gildas at Ruits, then
    mourning the death of its shepherd. To this abbey the elective choice of the brethren
    called me, with the approval of the prince of that land, and I easily secured permission
    to accept the post from my own abbot and brethren. Thus did the hatred of the French drive
    me westward, even as that of the Romans drove Jerome toward the East. Never, God knows,
    would I have agreed to this thing had it not been for my longing for any possible means of
    escape from the sufferings which I had borne so constantly.  
  The land was barbarous and its speech was unknown to me; as for the monks, their vile
    and untameable way of life was notorious almost everywhere. The people of the region, too,
    were uncivilized and lawless. Thus, like one who in terror of the sword that threatens him
    dashes headlong over a precipice, and to shun one death for a moment rushes to another, I
    knowingly sought this new danger in order to escape from the former one. And there, amid
    the dreadful roar of the waves of the sea, where the land's end left me no further refuge
    in flight, often in my prayers did I repeat over and over again: "From the end of the
    earth will I cry unto Thee, when my heart is overwhelmed" (Ps. lxi. 2).  
  No one, methinks, could fail to understand how persistently that undisciplined body of
    monks, the direction of which I had thus undertaken, tortured my heart day and night, or
    how constantly I was compelled to think of the danger alike to my body and to my soul. I
    held it for certain that if I should try to force them to live according to the principles
    they had themselves professed, I should not survive. And yet, if I did not do this to the
    utmost of my ability, I saw that my damnation was assured. Moreover, a certain lord who
    was exceedingly powerful in that region had some time previously brought the abbey under
    his control, taking advantage of the state of disorder within the monastery to seize all
    the lands adjacent thereto for his own use, and he ground down the monks with taxes
    heavier than those which were extorted from the Jews themselves.  
  The monks pressed me to supply them with their daily necessities, but they held no
    property in common which I might administer in their behalf, and each one, with such
    resources as he possessed, supported himself and his concubines, as well as his sons and
    daughters. They took delight in harassing me on this matter, and they stole and carried
    off whatsoever they could lay their hands on, to the end that my failure to maintain order
    might make me either give up trying to enforce discipline or else abandon my post
    altogether. Since the entire region was equally savage, lawless and disorganized, there
    was not a single man to whom I could turn for aid, for the habits of all alike were
    foreign to me. Outside the monastery the lord and his henchmen ceaselessly hounded me, and
    within its walls the brethren were forever plotting against me, so that it seemed as if
    the Apostle had had me and none other in mind when he I said: "Without were
    fightings, within were fears" (II Cor. vii. 5).  
  I considered and lamented the uselessness and the wretchedness of my existence, how
    fruitless my life now was, both to myself and to others; how of old I had been of some
    service to the clerics whom I had now abandoned for the sake of these monks, so that I was
    no longer able to be of use to either; how incapable I had proved myself in everything I
    had undertaken or attempted, so that above all others I deserved the reproach, "This
    man began to build, and was not able to finish" (Luke xiv. 30). My despair grew still
    deeper when I compared the evils I had left behind with those to which I had come, for my
    former sufferings now seemed to me as nought. Full often did I groan: "Justly has
    this sorrow come upon me because I deserted the Paraclete, which is to say the Consoler,
    and thrust myself into sure desolation; seeking to shun threats I fled to certain
    peril."  
  The thing which tormented me most was the fact that, having abandoned my oratory, I
    could make no suitable provision for the celebration there of the divine office, for
    indeed the extreme poverty of the place would scarcely provide the necessities of one man.
    But the true Paraclete Himself brought me real consolation in the midst of this sorrow of
    mine, and made all due provision for His own oratory. For it chanced that in some manner
    or other, laying claim to it as having legally belonged in earlier days to his monastery,
    my abbot of St. Denis got possession of the abbey of Argenteuil, of which I have
    previously spoken, wherein she who was now my sister in Christ rather than my wife,
    Heloise, had taken the veil. From this abbey he expelled by force all the nuns who had
    dwelt there, and of whom my former companion had become the prioress. The exiles being
    thus dispersed in various places, I perceived that this was an opportunity presented by
    God himself to me whereby I could make provision anew for my oratory. And so, returning
    thither, I bade her come to the oratory, together with some others from the same convent
    who had clung to her.  
  On their arrival there I made over to them the oratory, together with everything
    pertaining thereto, and subsequently, through the approval and assistance of the bishop of
    the district, Pope Innocent II promulgated a decree confirming my gift in perpetuity to
    them and their successors. And this refuge of divine mercy, which they served so
    devotedly, soon brought them consolation, even though at first their life there was one of
    want, and for a time of utter destitution. But the place proved itself a true Paraclete to
    them, making all those who dwelt round about feel pity and kindliness for the sisterhood.
    So that, methinks, they prospered more through gifts in a single year than I should have
    done if I had stayed there a hundred. True it is that the weakness of womankind makes
    their needs and sufferings appeal strongly to people's feelings, as likewise it makes
    their virtue all the more pleasing to God and man. And God granted such favour in the eyes
    of all to her who was now my sister, and who was in authority over the rest, that the
    bishops loved her as a daughter, the abbots as a sister, and the laity as a mother. All
    alike marvelled at her religious zeal, her good judgment and the sweetness of her
    incomparable patience in all things. The less often she allowed herself to be seen,
    shutting herself up in her cell to devote herself to sacred meditations and prayers, the
    more eagerly did those who dwelt without demand her presence and the spiritual guidance of
    her words.  
    
  CHAPTER XIV  
  OF THE VILE REPORT OF HIS INIQUITY  
  BEFORE long all those who dwelt thereabouts began to censure me roundly, complaining
    that I paid far less attention to their needs than I might and should have done, and that
    at least I could do something for them through my preaching. As a result, I returned
    thither frequently, to be of service to them in whatsoever way I could. Regarding this
    there was no lack of hateful murmuring, and the thing which sincere charity induced me to
    do was seized upon by the wickedness of my detractors as the subject of shameless outcry.
    They declared that I, who of old could scarcely endure to be parted from her I loved, was
    still swayed by the delights of fleshly lust. Many times I thought of the complaint of St.
    Jerome in his letter to Asella regarding those women whom he was falsely accused of loving
    when he said (Epist. xcix): "I am charged with nothing save the fact of my sex, and
    this charge is made only because Paula is setting forth to Jerusalem." And again:
    "Before I became intimate in the household of the saintly Paula, the whole city was
    loud in my praise, and nearly every one deemed me deserving of the highest honours of
    priesthood. But I know that my way to the kingdom of Heaven lies through good and evil
    report alike."  
  When I pondered over the injury which slander had done to so great a man as this, I was
    not a little consoled thereby. If my rivals, I told myself, could but find an equal cause
    for suspicion against me, with what accusations would they persecute me! But how is it
    possible for such suspicion to continue in my case, seeing that divine mercy has freed me
    therefrom by depriving me of all power to enact such baseness? How shameless is this
    latest accusation! In truth that which had happened to me so completely removes all
    suspicion of this iniquity among all men that those who wish to have their women kept
    under close guard employ eunuchs for that purpose, even as sacred history tells regarding
    Esther and the other damsels of King Ahasuerus (Esther ii. 5). We read, too, of that
    eunuch of great authority under Queen Candace who had charge of all her treasure, him to
    whose conversion and baptism the apostle Philip was directed by an angel (Acts viii. 27).
    Such men, in truth, are enabled to have far more importance and intimacy among modest and
    upright women by the fact that they are free from any suspicion of lust. The sixth book of
    the Ecclesiastical History tells us that the greatest of all Christian philosophers,
    Origen, inflicted a like injury on himself with his own hand, in order that all suspicion
    of this nature might be completely done away with in his instruction of women in sacred
    doctrine. In this respect, I thought, God's mercy had been kinder to me than to him, for
    it was judged that he had acted most rashly and had exposed himself to no slight censure,
    whereas the thing had been done to me through the crime of another, thus preparing me for
    a task similar to his own. Moreover, it had been accomplished with much less pain, being
    so quick and sudden, for I was heavy with sleep when they laid hands on me, and felt
    scarcely any pain at all.  
  But alas, I thought, the less I then suffered from the wound, the greater is my
    punishment now through slander, and I am tormented far more by the loss of my reputation
    than I was by that of part of my body. For thus is it written: "A good name is rather
    to be chosen than great riches" (Prov. xxii. 1). And as St. Augustine tells us in a
    sermon of his on the life and conduct of the clergy, "He is cruel who, trusting in
    his conscience, neglects his reputation." Again he says: "Let us provide those
    things that are good, as the apostle bids us (Rom. xii. 17), not alone in the eyes of God,
    but likewise in the eyes of men. Within himself each one's conscience suffices, but for
    our own sakes our reputations ought not to be tarnished, but to flourish. Conscience and
    reputation are different matters: conscience is for yourself, reputation for your
    neighbour." Methinks the spite of such men as these my enemies would have accused the
    very Christ Himself, or those belonging to Him, prophets and apostles, or the other holy
    fathers, if such spite had existed in their time, seeing that they associated in such
    familiar intercourse with women, and this though they were whole of body. On this point
    St. Augustine, in his book on the duty of monks, proves that women followed our Lord Jesus
    Christ and the apostles as inseparable companions, even accompanying them when they
    preached (Chap. 4). "Faithful women," he says, "who were possessed of
    worldly wealth went with them, and ministered to them out of their wealth, so that they
    might lack none of those things which belong to the substance of life." And if any
    one does not believe that the apostles thus permitted saintly women to go about with them
    wheresoever they preached the Gospel, let him listen to the Gospel itself, and learn
    therefrom that in so doing they followed the example of the Lord. For in the Gospel it is
    written thus: "And it came to pass afterward, that He went throughout every city and
    village, preaching and showing the glad tidings of the kingdom of God: and the twelve were
    with Him and certain women which had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary
    called Magdalene, and Joanna the wife of Chuza, Herod's steward, and Susanna, and many
    others, which ministered unto Him of their substance" (Luke viii. 1-3)  
  Leo the Ninth, furthermore, in his reply to the letter of Parmenianus concerning
    monastic zeal says: "We unequivocally declare that it is not permissible for a
    bishop, priest, deacon or subdeacon to cast off all responsibility for his own wife on the
    grounds of religious duty, so that he no longer provides her with food and clothing;
    albeit he may not have carnal intercourse with her. We read that thus did the holy
    apostles act, for St. Paul says: 'Have we not power to lead about a sister, a wife, as
    well as other apostles, and as the brethren of the Lord, and Cephas?' (I Cor. ix. 5).
    Observe, foolish man, that he does not say: 'have we not power to embrace a sister, a
    wife,' but he says 'to lead about,' meaning thereby that such women may lawfully be
    supported by them out of the wages of their preaching, but that there must be no carnal
    bond between them."  
  Certainly that Pharisee who spoke within himself of the Lord, saying: "This man,
    if He were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth
    Him: for she is a sinner" (Luke vii. 39), might much more reasonably have suspected
    baseness of the Lord, considering the matter from a purely human standpoint, than my
    enemies could suspect it of me. One who had seen the mother of Our Lord entrusted to the
    care of the young man (John xix. 27), or who had beheld the prophets dwelling and
    sojourning with widows (I Kings xvii. 10), would likewise have had a far more logical
    ground for suspicion. And what would my calumniators have said if they had but seen
    Malchus, that captive monk of whom St. Jerome writes, living in the same hut with his
    wife? Doubtless they would have regarded it as criminal in the famous scholar to have
    highly commended what he thus saw, saying thereof: "There was a certain old man named
    Malchus, a native of this region, and his wife with him in his hut. Both of them were
    earnestly religious, and they so often passed the threshold of the church that you might
    have thought them the Zacharias and Elisabeth of the Gospel, saving only that John was not
    with them."  
  Why, finally, do such men refrain from slandering the holy fathers, of whom we
    frequently read, nay, and have even seen with our own eyes, founding convents for women
    and making provision for their maintenance, thereby following the example of the seven
    deacons whom the apostles sent before them to secure food and take care of the women?
    (Acts vi. 5). For the weaker sex needs the help of the stronger one to such an extent that
    the apostle proclaimed that the head of the woman is ever the man (I Cor. i. 3), and in
    sign thereof he bade her ever wear her head covered (ib. 5). For this reason I marvel
    greatly at the customs which have crept into monasteries whereby, even as abbots are
    placed in charge of the men, abbesses now are given authority over the women, and the
    women bind themselves in their vows to accept the same rules as the men. Yet in these
    rules there are many things which cannot possibly be carried out by women, either as
    superiors or in the lower orders. In many places we may even behold an inversion of the
    natural order of things, whereby the abbesses and nuns have authority over the clergy and
    even over those who are themselves in charge of the people. The more power such women
    exercise over men, the more easily can they lead them into iniquitous desires, and in this
    way can lay a very heavy yoke upon their shoulders. It was with such things in mind that
    the satirist said:  
  
    "There is nothing more intolerable than a rich woman."  
      (Juvenal, Sat. VI, v 459)  
      
   
  CHAPTER XV  
  OF THE PERILS OF HIS ABBEY AND OF THE REASONS FOR THE WRITING OF THIS
    HIS LETTER  
  REFLECTING often upon all these things, I determined to make provision for those
    sisters and to undertake their care in every way I could. Furthermore, in order that they
    might have the greater reverence for me, I arranged to watch over them in person. And
    since now the persecution carried on by my sons was greater and more incessant than that
    which I formerly suffered at the hands of my brethren, I returned frequently to the nuns,
    fleeing the rage of the tempest as to a haven of peace. There, indeed, could I draw breath
    for a little in quiet, and among them my labours were fruitful, as they never were among
    the monks. All this was of the utmost benefit to me in body and soul, and it was equally
    essential for them by reason of their weakness.  
  But now has Satan beset me to such an extent that I no longer know where I may find
    rest, or even so much as live. I am driven hither and yon, a fugitive and a vagabond, even
    as the accursed Cain (Gen. iv. 14). I have already said that "without were fightings,
    within were fears" (II Cor. vii. 5), and these torture me ceaselessly, the fears
    being indeed without as well as within, and the fightings wheresoever there are fears.
    Nay, the persecution carried on by my sons rages against me more perilously and
    continuously than that of my open enemies, for my sons I have always with me, and I am
    ever exposed to their treacheries. The violence of my enemies I see in the danger to my
    body if I leave the cloister; but within it I am compelled incessantly to endure the
    crafty machinations as well as the open violence of those monks who are called my sons,
    and who are entrusted to me as their abbot, which is to say their father.  
  Oh. how often have they tried to kill me with poison, even as the monks sought to slay
    St. Benedict! Methinks the same reason which led the saint to abandon his wicked sons
    might encourage me to follow the example of so great a father, lest, in thus exposing
    myself to certain peril, I might be deemed a rash tempter of God rather than a lover of
    Him, nay, lest it might even be judged that I had thereby taken my own life. When I had
    safeguarded myself to the best of my ability, so far as my food and drink were concerned,
    against their daily plottings, they sought to destroy me in the very ceremony of the altar
    by putting poison in the chalice. One day, when I had gone to Nantes to visit the count,
    who was then sick, and while I was sojourning awhile in the house of one of my brothers in
    the flesh, they arranged to poison me with the connivance of one of my attendants
    believing that I would take no precautions to escape such a plot. But divine providence so
    ordered matters that I had no desire for the food which was set before me; one of the
    monks whom I had brought with me ate thereof, not knowing that which had been done, and
    straightway fell dead. As for the attendant who had dared to undertake this crime, he fled
    in terror alike of his own conscience and of the clear evidence of his guilt.  
  After this, as their wickedness was manifest to every one, I began openly in every way
    I could to avoid the danger with which their plots threatened me, even to the extent of
    leaving the abbey and dwelling with a few others apart in little cells. If the monks knew
    beforehand that I was going anywhere on a journey, they bribed bandits to waylay me on the
    road and kill me. And while I was struggling in the midst of these dangers, it chanced one
    day that the hand of the Lord smote me a heavy blow, for I fell from my horse, breaking a
    bone in my neck, the injury causing me greater pain and weakness than my former wound.  
  Using excommunication as my weapon to coerce the untamed rebelliousness of the monks, I
    forced certain ones among them whom I particularly feared to promise me publicly, pledging
    their faith or swearing upon the sacrament, that they would thereafter depart from the
    abbey and no longer trouble me in any way. Shamelessly and openly did they violate the
    pledges they had given and their sacramental oaths, but finally they were compelled to
    give this and many other promises under oath, in the presence of the count and the
    bishops, by the authority of the Pontiff of Rome, Innocent, who sent his own legate for
    this special purpose. And yet even this did not bring me peace. For when I returned to the
    abbey after the expulsion of those whom I have just mentioned, and entrusted myself to the
    remaining brethren, of whom I felt less suspicion, I found them even worse than the
    others. I barely succeeded in escaping them, with the aid of a certain nobleman of the
    district, for they were planning, not to poison me indeed, but to cut my throat with a
    sword. Even to the present time I stand face to face with this danger, fearing the sword
    which threatens my neck so that I can scarcely draw a free breath between one meal and the
    next. Even so do we read of him who, reckoning the power and heaped-up wealth of the
    tyrant Dionysius as a great blessing, beheld the sword secretly hanging by a hair above
    his head, and so learned what kind of happiness comes as the result of worldly power
    (Cicer. 5, Tusc.) Thus did I too learn by constant experience, I who had been exalted from
    the condition of a poor monk to the dignity of an abbot, that my wretchedness increased
    with my wealth; and I would that the ambition of those who voluntarily seek such power
    might be curbed by my example.  
  And now, most dear brother in Christ and comrade closest to me in the intimacy of
    speech, it should suffice for your sorrows and the hardships you have endured that I have
    written this story of my own misfortunes, amid which I have toiled almost from the cradle.
    For so, as I said in the beginning of this letter, shall you come to regard your
    tribulation as nought, or at any rate as little, in comparison with mine, and so shall you
    bear it more lightly in measure as you regard it as less. Take comfort ever in the saying
    of Our Lord, what he foretold for his followers at the hands of the followers of the
    devil: "If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you (John xv. 20). If
    the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated vou. If ye were of the world,
    the world would love his own" (ib. 18-19). And the apostle says: "All that will
    live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution" (II Tim. iii. 12). And elsewhere
    he says: "I do not seek to please men. For if I yet pleased men I should not be the
    servant of Christ" (Galat. i. 10). And the Psalmist says: "They who have been
    pleasing to men have been confounded, for that God hath despised them."  
  Commenting on this, St. Jerome, whose heir methinks I am in the endurance of foul
    slander, says in his letter to Nepotanius: "The apostle says: 'If I yet pleased men,
    I should not be the servant of Christ.' He no longer seeks to please men, and so is made
    Christ's servant" (Epist. 2). And again, in his letter to Asella regarding those whom
    he was falsely accused of loving: "I give thanks to my God that I am worthy to be one
    whom the world hates" (Epist. 99). And to the monk Heliodorus he writes: "You
    are wrong, brother. You are wrong if you think there is ever a time when the Christian
    does not suffer persecution. For our adversary goes about as a roaring lion seeking what
    he may devour, and do you still think of peace? Nay, he lieth in ambush among the
    rich."  
  Inspired by those records and examples, we should endure our persecutions all the more
    steadfastly the more bitterly they harm us. We should not doubt that even if they are not
    according to our deserts, at least they serve for the purifying of our souls. And since
    all things are done in accordance with the divine ordering, let every one of true faith
    console himself amid all his afflictions with the thought that the great goodness of God
    permits nothing to be done without reason, and brings to a good end whatsoever may seem to
    happen wrongfully. Wherefore rightly do all men say: "Thy will be done." And
    great is the consolation to all lovers of God in the word of the Apostle when he says:
    "We know that all things work together for good to them that love God" (Rom.
    viii. 28). The wise man of old had this in mind when he said in his Proverbs: "There
    shall no evil happen to the just" (Prov. xii. 21). By this he clearly shows that
    whosoever grows wrathful for any reason against his sufferings has therein departed from
    the way of the just, because he may not doubt that these things have happened to him by
    divine dispensation. Even such are those who yield to their own rather than to the divine
    purpose, and with hidden desires resist the spirit which echoes in the words, "Thy
    will be done," thus placing their own will ahead of the will of God. Farewell.  
 
  For a more modern translation, with useful notes [but an unfortunate omission of
    chapter numbers and titles], see  
      The Letters of Abelard and Heloise, trans. Betty Radice, (New York: Penguin, 1972)  
  For a standard Latin text see "Historia calamitatum and Letters 1-7", ed.,
    J.T. Muckle and T. McLaughlin, Medieval Studies, Vols. XII, XV, XVII, XVIII (1950,
    1953, 1955, 1956)  
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  Corrected text by Paul McKay paulm@tigress.co.uk  
   
 
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