〃You　see　two　individuals；〃　he　writes；　〃one　dressed　in　fine　Red；　the　other　in　coarse　threadbare　Blue：　　Red　says　to　Blue；　'Be　hanged　and　anatomized；'　Blue　hears　with　a　shudder；　and　（O　wonder　of　wonders！）　marches　sorrowfully　to　the　gallows；　is　there　noosed　up；　vibrates　his　hour；　and　the　surgeons　dissect　him；　and　fit　his　bones　into　a　skeleton　for　medical　purposes。　　How　is　this；　or　what　make　ye　of　your　_Nothing　can　act　but　where　it　is_？　　Red　has　no　physical　hold　of　Blue；　no　_clutch_　of　him；　is　nowise　in　_contact_　with　him：　　neither　are　those　ministering　Sheriffs　and　Lord…Lieutenants　and　Hangmen　and　Tipstaves　so　related　to　commanding　Red；　that　he　can　tug　them　hither　and　thither；　but　each　stands　distinct　within　his　own　skin。　Nevertheless；　as　it　is　spoken；　so　is　it　done：　　the　articulated　Word　sets　all　hands　in　Action；　and　Rope　and　Improved…drop　perform　their　work。
  〃Thinking　reader；　the　reason　seems　to　me　twofold：　　First；　that　_Man　is　a　Spirit_；　and　bound　by　invisible　bonds　to　_All　Men_；　secondly；　that　_he　wears　Clothes_；　which　are　the　visible　emblems　of　that　fact。　　Has　not　your　Red　hanging…individual　a　horsehair　wig；　squirrel…skins；　and　a　plush…gown；　whereby　all　mortals　know　that　he　is　a　JUDGE？Society；　which　the　more　I　think　of　it　astonishes　me　the　more；　is　founded　upon　Cloth。
  〃Often　in　my　atrabiliar　moods；　when　I　read　of　pompous　ceremonials；　Frankfort　Coronations；　Royal　Drawing…rooms；　Levees；　Couchees；　and　how　the　ushers　and　macers　and　pursuivants　are　all　in　waiting；　how　Duke　this　is　presented　by　Archduke　that；　and　Colonel　A　by　General　B；　and　innumerable　Bishops；　Admirals；　and　miscellaneous　Functionaries；　are　advancing　gallantly　to　the　Anointed　Presence；　and　I　strive；　in　my　remote　privacy；　to　form　a　clear　picture　of　that　solemnity；on　a　sudden；　as　by　some　enchanter's　wand；　theshall　I　speak　it？the　Clothes　fly　off　the　whole　dramatic　corps；　and　Dukes；　Grandees；　Bishops；　Generals；　Anointed　Presence　itself；　every　mother's　son　of　them；　stand　straddling　there；　not　a　shirt　on　them；　and　I　know　not　whether　to　laugh　or　weep。　　This　physical　or　psychical　infirmity；　in　which　perhaps　I　am　not　singular；　I　have；　after　hesitation；　thought　right　to　publish；　for　the　solace　of　those　afflicted　with　the　like。〃
  Would　to　Heaven；　say　we；　thou　hadst　thought　right　to　keep　it　secret！　　Who　is　there　now　that　can　read　the　five　columns　of　Presentations　in　his　Morning　Newspaper　without　a　shudder？　　Hypochondriac　men；　and　all　men　are　to　a　certain　extent　hypochondriac；　should　be　more　gently　treated。　　With　what　readiness　our　fancy；　in　this　shattered　state　of　the　nerves；　follows　out　the　consequences　which　Teufelsdrockh；　with　a　devilish　coolness；　goes　on　to　draw：
  〃What　would　Majesty　do；　could　such　an　accident　befall　in　reality；　should　the　buttons　all　simultaneously　start；　and　the　solid　wool　evaporate；　in　very　Deed；　as　here　in　Dream？　　_Ach　Gott_！　　How　each　skulks　into　the　nearest　hiding…place；　their　high　State　Tragedy　（_Haupt…　und　Staats…Action_）　becomes　a　Pickleherring…Farce　to　weep　at；　which　is　the　worst　kind　of　Farce；　_the　tables_　（according　to　Horace）；　and　with　them；　the　whole　fabric　of　Government；　Legislation；　Property；　Police；　and　Civilized　Society；　_are　dissolved_；　in　wails　and　howls。〃
  Lives　the　man　that　can　figure　a　naked　Duke　of　Windlestraw　addressing　a　naked　House　of　Lords？　　Imagination；　choked　as　in　mephitic　air；　recoils　on　itself；　and　will　not　forward　with　the　picture。　　The　Woolsack；　the　Ministerial；　the　Opposition　Benches_infandum！　infandum_！　　And　yet　why　is　the　thing　impossible？　　Was　not　every　soul；　or　rather　every　body；　of　these　Guardians　of　our　Liberties；　naked；　or　nearly　so；　last　night；　〃a　forked　Radish　with　a　head　fantastically　carved〃？　　And　why　might　he　not；　did　our　stern　fate　so　order　it；　walk　out　to　St。　Stephen's；　as　well　as　into　bed；　in　that　no…fashion；　and　there；　with　other　similar　Radishes；　hold　a　Bed　of　Justice？　　〃Solace　of　those　afflicted　with　the　like！〃　　Unhappy　Teufelsdrockh；　had　man　ever　such　a　〃physical　or　psychical　infirmity〃　before？　　And　now　how　many；　perhaps；　may　thy　unparalleled　confession　（which　we；　even　to　the　sounder　British　world；　and　goaded　on　by　Critical　and　Biographical　duty；　grudge　to　reimpart）　incurably　infect　therewith！　　Art　thou　the　malignest　of　Sansculottists；　or　only　the　maddest？
  〃It　will　remain　to　be　examined；〃　adds　the　inexorable　Teufelsdrockh；　〃in　how　far　the　SCARECROW；　as　a　Clothed　Person；　is　not　also　entitled　to　benefit　of　clergy；　and　English　trial　by　jury：　　nay　perhaps；　considering　his　high　function　（for　is　not　he　too　a　Defender　of　Property；　and　Sovereign　armed　with　the　_terrors_　of　the　Law？）；　to　a　certain　royal　Immunity　and　Inviolability；　which；　however；　misers　and　the　meaner　class　of　persons　are　not　always　voluntarily　disposed　to　grant　him。〃
  〃O　my　Friends；　we　are　＇in　Yorick　Sterne's　words＇　but　as　'turkeys　driven；　with　a　stick　and　red　clout；　to　the　market：'　　or　if　some　drivers；　as　they　do　in　Norfolk；　take　a　dried　bladder　and　put　peas　in　it；　the　rattle　thereof　terrifies　the　boldest！〃
  CHAPTER　X。　PURE　REASON。
  It　must　now　be　apparent　enough　that　our　Professor；　as　above　hinted；　is　a　speculative　Radical；　and　of　the　very　darkest　tinge；　acknowledging；　for　most　part；　in　the　solemnities　and　paraphernalia　of　civilized　Life；　which　we　make　so　much　of；　nothing　but　so　many　Cloth…rags；　turkey…poles；　and　〃bladders　with　dried　peas。〃　　To　linger　among　such　speculations；　longer　than　mere　Science　requires；　a　discerning　public　can　have　no　wish。　　For　our　purposes　the　simple　fact　that　such　a　_Naked　World_　is　possible；　nay　actually　exists　（under　the　Clothed　one）；　will　be　sufficient。　　Much；　therefore；　we　omit　about　〃Kings　wrestling　naked　on　the　green　with　Carmen；〃　and　the　Kings　being　thrown：　　〃dissect　them　with　scalpels；〃　says　Teufelsdrockh；　〃the　same　viscera；　tissues；　livers；　lights；　and　other　life…tackle；　are　there：　examine　their　spiritual　mechanism；　the　same　great　Need；　great　Greed；　and　little　Faculty；　nay　ten　to　one　but　the　Carman；　who　understands　draught…cattle；　the　rimming　of　wheels；　something　of　the　laws　of　unstable　and　stable　equilibrium；　with　other　branches　of　wagon…science；　and　has　actually　put　forth　his　hand　and　operated　on　Nature；　is　the　more　cunningly　gifted　of　the　two。　　Whence；　then；　their　so　unspeakable　difference？　　From　Clothes。〃　　Much　also　we　shall　omit　about　confusion　of　Ranks；　and　Joan　and　My　Lady；　and　how　it　would　be　everywhere　〃Hail　fellow　well　met；〃　and　Chaos　were　come　again：　　all　which　to　any　one　that　has　once　fairly　pictured　out　the　grand　mother…idea；　_Society　in　a　state　of　Nakedness_；　will　spontaneously　suggest　itself。　　Should　some　sceptical　individual　still　entertain　doubts　whether　in　a　world　without　Clothes；　the　smallest　Politeness；　Polity；　or　even　Police；　could　exist；　let　him　turn　to　the　original　Volume；　and　view　there　the　boundless　Serbonian　Bog　of　Sansculottism；　stretching　sour　and　pestilential：　　over　which　we　have　lightly　flown；　where　not　only　whole　armies　but　whole　nations　might　sink！　If　indeed　the　following　argument；　in　its　brief　riveting　emphasis；　be　not　of　itself　incontrovertible　and　final：
  〃Are　we　Opossums；　have　we　natural　Pouches；　like　the　Kangaroo？　　Or　how；　without　Clothes；　could　we　possess　the　master…organ；　soul's　seat；　and　true　pineal　gland　of　the　Body　Social：　　I　mean；　a　PURSE？〃
  Nevertheless　it　is　impossible　to　hate　Professor　Teufelsdrockh；　at　worst；　one　knows　not　whether　to　hate　or　to　love　him。　　For　though；　in　looking　at　the　fair　tapestry　of　human　Life；　with　its　royal　and　even　sacred　figures；　he　dwells　not　on　the　obverse　alone；　but　here　chiefly　on　the　reverse；　and　indeed　turns　out　the　rough　seams；　tatters；　and　manifold　thrums　of　that　unsightly　wrong…side；　with　an　almost　diabolic　patience　and　indifference；　which　must　have　sunk　him　in　the　estimation　of　most　readers；　there　is　that　within　which　unspeakably　distinguishes　him　from　all　other　past　and　present　Sansculottists。　　The　grand　unparalleled　peculiarity　of　Teufelsdrockh　is；　that　with　all　this　Descendentalism；　he　combines　a　Transcendentalism；　no　less　superlative；　whereby　if　on　the　one　hand　he　degrade　man　below　most　animals；　except　those　jacketed　Gouda　Cows；　he；　on　the　other；　exalts　him　beyond　the　visible　Heavens；　almost　to　an　equality　with　the　Gods。
  〃To　the　eye　of　vulgar　Logic；〃　says　he；　〃what　is　man？　　An　omnivorous　Biped　that　wears　Breeches。　　To　the　eye　of　Pure　Reason　what　is　he？　　A　Soul；　a　Spirit；　and　divine　Apparition。　　Round　his　mysterious　ME；　there　lies；　under　all　those　wool…rags；　a　Garment　of　Flesh　（or　of　Senses）；　contextured　in　the　Loom　of　Heaven；　whereby　he　is　revealed　to　his　like；　and　dwells　with　them　in　UNION　and　DIVISION；　and　sees　and　fashions　for　himself　a　Universe；　with　azure　Starry　Spaces；　and　long　Thousands　of　Years。　　Deep…hidden　is　he　under　that　strange　Garment；　amid　Sounds　and　Colors　and　Forms；　as　it　were；　swathed　in；　and　inextricably　over…shrouded：　　yet　it　is　sky…woven；　and　worthy　of　a　God。　　Stands　he　not　thereby　in　the　centre　of　Immensities；　in　the　conflux　of　Eternities？　　He　feels；　power　has　been　given　him　to　know；　to　believe；　nay　does　not　the　spirit　of　Love；　free　in　its　celestial　primeval　brightness；　even　here；　though　but　for　moments；　look　through？　　Well　said　Saint　Chrysostom；　with　his　lips　of　gold；　'the　true　SHEKINAH　is　Man：'　　where　else　is　the　GOD'S…PRESENCE　manifested　not　to　our　eyes　only；　but　to　our　hearts；　a