You also told me that this judge showed deep sympathy and compassion for you.
yes
The honorable acting official also burned your letter.
yes
The sanctimonious executioner made you swear never to reveal the name Noirtier.
yes
You poor fool, do you know who this Noirtier is?
I don’t know
This Noirtier is his father.
At this time, even if a thunderbolt sounded at Dantè s’ feet or hell opened its mouth in front of him, it would be no better than hearing these unexpected words. He was petrified with fear. These words exposed the evil deeds done by a ghost, and he was buried in a dark dungeon in a prison. He almost buried him in a grave one day, and he woke up at this time, holding his head tightly with his hands as if to prevent his head from bursting, and at the same time, he cried out to his father in a choking voice that could hardly be heard clearly.
His real father, the priest, replied that his name was Noirty Evill Ford.
In an instant, a ray of light shone into Dantè s’ mind, illuminating all the previous ambiguities. Villefort changed his attitude during the interrogation. The letter was destroyed, forcing him to promise the judge that it was almost like pleading. It was almost like pleading for forgiveness. Everything came back to his memory. Dantè s uttered a deep pain in his heart, calling him to stumble against the wall almost like a drunkard. Then when that intense emotion passed, he hurried to the entrance from the priest’s dungeon to his own dungeon and said, Oh, I want to be alone and think about it again.
When he returned to his cell, he collapsed in bed. When the jailer came, he found that his eyes were straight and his face was as motionless as a stone statue. These hours of meditation seemed to Dantè s to be a few minutes. In this period, he made a terrible decision and made a terrible oath. A voice woke him up from a trance. Faria, a priest of Faria, came over to invite him to dinner after the jailer checked him. Because he was crazy, especially a very interesting one, he enjoyed some special things. He is very pale and can enjoy a little wine every Sunday. It happens to be a Sunday. The priest specially invited his young partner to share his bread and wine. Dantè s followed him. The tense expression on his face has disappeared, but now he has returned to normal, but he still has a strong and determined look. Faria, his sharp eyes are fixed on him.
Now I regret that I helped you get to the bottom of those things just now.
What dantes asked?
Because this has injected a new emotion into your heart, that is revenge.
A painful smile flashed across the young man’s face. Let’s talk about something else, he said
The priest looked at him again and then shook his head sadly, but in order to obey Dantè s’ request for him to talk about other things, the old prisoner, like those who have experienced many vicissitudes, contained many important revelations, values and knowledge, but he never boasted that the unfortunate man never grieved him.
Dantè s listened to everything he said with admiration. He said something that he already knew was consistent. The knowledge he gained from sailing life was consistent. Of course, there were things that he didn’t know, but just as the north wind gave instructions to sail near the equator at that time, these words opened a new horizon for him to seek advice, and lit up a new world in a flash. How happy he would be if he could be a moral philosopher or follow this noble spirit for nothing.
You must teach me something you know. Dantè s said that even if it is to relieve boredom when you are with me, it seems to me that a questioner like you would rather be alone than be accompanied by a knowledgeable person like me. I want you to promise me that I will never run away again.
The priest smiled, my son. He said that human knowledge is very limited. When I taught you three or four kinds of things, I knew modern languages, and you asked, I would be equal. I knew that basic knowledge was given to you.
Two years ago, dantes exclaimed, do you really think I can understand all this in such a short time?
Of course, it doesn’t mean that they should, but it doesn’t mean that you can know them. It’s different to ask people to know people.
Memory makes the former philosopher and the latter.
But can’t people be philosophical?
Philosophy is less than this. It is the synthesis of science, the ability to be good at science, and the genius to seek philosophy. It is Christ stepping on his feet and going to colorful clouds.
Well, then what did Dantè s say you should teach me first? I really want to hurry. I am so eager for knowledge.
Well, said the priest
That night, the two prisoners made a plan and decided that from the next day, Dantes had an amazing memory and a strong ability. Soon, his mind could adapt to various calculation methods, but his imagination was boring. The rigid lines became interesting. He knew Italian and Greek first, but it was a little broken when he sailed to the eastern Mediterranean. It was much easier to understand other language structures with these two languages. Six months later, Dantes was able to speak Spanish, English and German. Strictly abide by the promise he made to the priest that he would never run away. Perhaps it was his interest that replaced his desire. Perhaps it was because he kept his promise in mind. We already know that he was very careful that he would never run away again. One year later, Dontus has become a different person.
Father Hufaria noticed that he was getting more and more depressed even though he was with Dantè s. An idea seemed to keep bothering him. When he grew up, he lost himself in thought and sighed deeply. Then he suddenly got up and paced up and down in his cell with his arms crossed. One day, he suddenly stopped in this inertial walk and sighed, alas, if only there were no sentries.
If you want, you can have none at once. Dantè s said that when he came, he was exploring his thoughts, and he saw through his mind like a crystal ball.
Well, as I have already said, the priest said that I hate murder
But even if we commit murder, it is our life that can cause it.
On it, I will never agree with it.
But you always think about it, don’t you?
More and more, alas, said the priest