THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (CHAPS 113-114) THE PAST and PEPPINO

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John Hagedorn 1:15
Welcome back, everyone, to 1001 Stories for the Road. This is your host and storyteller, John Hagedorn. Today, two chapters from The Count of Monte Cristo, beginning with Chapter 113, The Past. And now, our story. The Count departed with a sad heart from the house in which he had left Mercedes, probably never to behold her again. Since the death of little Edward, a great change had taken place in Monte Cristo. Having reached the summit of his vengeance by a long and tortuous path, he saw an abyss of doubt yawning before him. More than this, the conversation which had just taken place between Mercedes and himself had awakened so many recollections in his heart that he felt it necessary to combat with them.
John Hagedorn 2:07
A man of a count's temperament could not long indulge in that melancholy which can exist in common minds, but which destroys superior ones. He thought he must have made an error in his calculations if he now found cause to blame himself. "'I cannot have deceived myself,' he said. "'I must look upon the past in a false light.' "'What?' he continued. "'Can I have been following a false path?' "'Can the end which I proposed be a mistaken end?' Can one hour have sufficed to prove to an architect that the work upon which he founded all his hopes was an impossible, if not a sacrilegious, undertaking? I cannot reconcile myself to this idea. It would drive me mad. The reason why I am now dissatisfied is that I have not a clear appreciation of the past.
John Hagedorn 2:58
The past, like the country through which we walk, becomes indistinct as we advance. My position is like that of a person wounded in a dream. He feels the wound, though he cannot recollect when he received it. Come, then, thou regenerate man, thou extravagant prodigal, thou awakened sleeper, thou all-powerful visionary, thou invincible millionaire. Once again, review thy past life of starvation and wretchedness. Revisit the scenes where fate and misfortune conducted, and where despair received thee. Too many diamonds, too much gold and splendor, are now reflected by the mirror in which Monte Cristo seeks to behold Dante's. Hide thy diamonds, bury thy gold, shroud thy splendor, exchange riches for poverty, liberty for a prison, a living body for a corpse.
John Hagedorn 3:58
As he thus reasoned, Monte Cristo walked down to the Rue de la Casserie. It was the same through which, twenty-four years ago, he had been conducted by a silent and nocturnal guard. The houses, today so smiling and animated, were on that night dark, mute, and closed. "'And yet they were the same,' murmured Monte Cristo. "'Only now it is broad daylight instead of night.' It is the sun which brightens the place, and makes it appear so cheerful. He proceeded towards the quay to the Rue Saint-Laurent, and advanced to the Consigna. It was the point where he had embarked. A pleasure boat with striped awning was going by. Monte Cristo called the owner, who immediately rode up to him with the eagerness of a boatman hoping for a good fare.
John Hagedorn 4:49
The weather was magnificent, and the excursion a treat. The sun, red and flaming, was sinking into the embrace of the welcoming ocean. The sea, smooth as crystal, was now and then disturbed by the leaping of fish who were pursued by some unseen enemy and sought for safety in another element, while on the extreme verge of the horizon might be seen the fishermen's boats, white and graceful as the seagull, or the merchant vessels bound for Corsica or Spain." But notwithstanding the serene sky, the gracefully formed boats, and the golden light in which the whole scene was bathed, the Count of Monte Cristo, wrapped in his cloak, could think only of this terrible voyage, the details of which were one by one recalled to his memory.

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