That Claggart's figure was not amiss, and his face, save the chin, well
moulded, has already been said. Of these favorable points he seemed not
insensible, for he was not only neat but careful in his dress. But the form of
Billy Budd was heroic; and if his face was without the intellectual look of the
pallid Claggart's, not the less was it lit, like his, from within, though from a
different source. The bonfire in his heart made luminous the rose-tan in his
cheek.
In view of the marked contrast between the persons of the twain, it is more
than probable that when the Master-at-arms in the scene last given applied to
the sailor the proverb Handsome is as handsome does, he there let escape an
ironic inkling, not caught by the young sailors who heard it, as to what it was
that had first moved him against Billy, namely, his significant personal beauty.
Now envy and antipathy, passions irreconcilable in reason, nevertheless in
fact may spring conjoined like Chang and Eng in one birth. Is Envy then such a
monster? Well, though many an arraigned mortal has in hopes of mitigated penalty
pleaded guilty to horrible actions, did ever anybody seriously confess to envy?
Something there is in it universally felt to be more shameful than even
felonious crime. And not only does everybody disown it, but the better sort are
inclined to incredulity when it is in earnest imputed to an intelligent man. But
since its lodgement is in the heart not the brain, no degree of intellect
supplies a guarantee against it. But Claggart's was no vulgar form of the
passion. Nor, as directed toward Billy Budd, did it partake of that streak of
apprehensive jealousy that marred Saul's visage perturbedly brooding on the
comely young David. Claggart's envy struck deeper. If askance he eyed the good
looks, cheery health and frank enjoyment of young life in Billy Budd, it was
because these went along with a nature that, as Claggart magnetically felt, had
in its simplicity never willed malice or experienced the reactionary bite of
that serpent. To him, the spirit lodged within Billy, and looking out from his
welkin eyes as from windows, that ineffability it was which made the dimple in
his dyed cheek, suppled his joints, and dancing in his yellow curls made him
preeminently the Handsome Sailor. One person excepted, the Master-at-arms was
perhaps the only man in the ship intellectually capable of adequately
appreciating the moral phenomenon presented in Billy Budd. And the insight but
intensified his passion, which assuming various secret forms within him, at
times assumed that of cynic disdain- disdain of innocence. To be nothing more
than innocent! Yet in an aesthetic way he saw the charm of it, the courageous
free-and-easy temper of it, and fain would have shared it, but he despaired of
it.
With no power to annul the elemental evil in him, tho' readily enough he
could hide it; apprehending the good, but powerless to be it; a nature like
Claggart's surcharged with energy as such natures almost invariably are, what
recourse is left to it but to recoil upon itself and like the scorpion for which
the Creator alone is responsible, act out to the end the part allotted it.
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