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title: The Story of Ymar
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An excerpt from Chapter 17 of _The Shadow of the Torturer_ by Gene Wolfe,
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with my analysis in comment blocks.
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# The Story of Ymar
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Now I begin again.
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It has been a long time
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(twice I have heard the guard changed outside my study door)
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since I wrote the lines you read only a moment before.
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I am not certain it is right to record these scenes,
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which perhaps are important only to me,
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in so much detail.
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I might easily have condensed everything:
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I saw a shop and went in;
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I was challenged by an officer of the Septentrions;
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the shopkeeper sent his sister to help me pluck the poisoned flower.
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I have spent weary days in reading the histories of my predecessors,
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and they consist of little but such accounts.
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For example, of Ymar:
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Severian is speaking of his predecessors _to the autarchy_.
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Without knowing this, Ymar and "the Autarch" read as separate characters.
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> Disguising himself, he ventured into the countryside,
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> where he spied a muni meditating beneath a plane tree.
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> The Autarch joined him and sat with his back to the trunk
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> until Urth had begun to spurn the sun.
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> Troopers bearing an oriflamme galloped past,
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> a merchant drove a mule staggering under gold,
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> a beautiful woman rode the shoulders of eunuchs,
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> and at last a dog trotted through the dust.
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> Ymar rose and followed the dog, laughing.
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- muni: An inspired or holy man; a sage; an ascetic or hermit.
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- oriflamme: A banner or standard.
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Supposing this anecdote to be true, how easy it is to explain:
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the Autarch had demonstrated that he chose his active life by an act of will,
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and not because of the seductions of the world.
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Analysis 1:
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Ymar ignored the mortal pleasures of glory, wealth, and beauty
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simply for the sake of it.
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But Thecla had had many teachers,
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each of whom would explain the same fact in a different way.
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Here, then, a second teacher might say
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that the Autarch was proof against those things that attract common men,
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but powerless to control his love of the hunt.
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Analysis 2:
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Ymar ignored the mortal pleasures of glory, wealth, and beauty
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but broke for an equally base indulgence.
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And a third, that the Autarch wished to show his contempt for the muni,
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who had remained silent when he might have poured forth enlightenment and received more.
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That he could not do by leaving when there was none to share the road,
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since solitude has great attractions for the wise.
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Nor could he when the soldiers passed, nor the merchant with his wealth, nor the woman,
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for unenlightened men desire all those things,
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and the muni would have thought him one more such man.
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Analysis 3:
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Ymar ignored the mortal pleasures of glory, wealth, and beauty
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to prove to the wise man that he could resist temptation.
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And a fourth, that the Autarch accompanied the dog because it went forth alone,
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the soldiers having other soldiers,
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the merchant his mule and the mule his merchant,
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and the woman her slaves;
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while the muni did not go forth.
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Analysis 4:
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Ymar wasn't ignoring the other travelers at all,
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only waiting for one to walk with.
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Yet why did Ymar laugh? Who shall say?
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Did the merchant follow the soldiers to buy their booty?
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Did the woman follow the merchant to sell her kisses and her loins?
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Was the dog of the hunting kind, or such a short-limbed one
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as women keep to bark lest someone fondle them while they sleep?
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Who now shall say?
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Ymar is dead, and such memories of his
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as lived for a time in the blood of his successors
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are long faded.
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Severian is focused on details irrelevant to the parable.
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So mine in time shall fade too.
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Of this I feel sure: not one of the explanations for the behavior of Ymar was correct.
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The truth, whatever it may have been, was simpler and more subtle.
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Of me it might be asked why I accepted the shopkeeper's sister as my companion--
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I who in all my life had had no true companion.
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And who, reading only of "the shopkeeper's sister,"
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would understand why I remained with her after what is,
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at this point in my own story, about to happen?
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No one, surely.
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I have said that I cannot explain my desire for her, and it is true.
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I loved her with a love thirsty and desperate.
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I felt that we two might commit some act so atrocious
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that the world, seeing us, would find it irresistible.
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No intellect is needed to see those figures who wait beyond the void of death--
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every child is aware of them, blazing with glories dark or bright,
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wrapped in authority older than the universe.
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They are the stuff of our earliest dreams, as of our dying visions.
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Rightly we feel our lives guided by them,
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and rightly too we feel how little we matter to them,
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the builders of the unimaginable,
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the fighters of wars beyond the totality of existence.
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The difficulty lies in learning that we ourselves encompass forces equally great.
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We say, "I will," and "I will not," and imagine ourselves
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(though we obey the orders of some prosaic person every day)
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our own masters, when the truth is that our masters are sleeping.
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One wakes within us and we are ridden like beasts,
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though the rider is but some hitherto unguessed part of ourselves.
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Perhaps, indeed, that is the explanation of the story of Ymar.
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Who can say?
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