Peter Abelard’s autobiography, the Historia calamitatum, is one of the best-known medieval texts, especially because of the story of his love for Heloise which it. The “Historia Calamitatum” was written while Abélard was still abbot of the monastery of St. Gildas, in Brittany. The terrors of his existence there are fully dwelt on. The Historia Calamitatum, although in the literary form of a letter, is a sort of autobiography, with distinct echoes of Augustine’s Confessions. It is one of the most.
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From this small inception of my school, my fame in the art of dialectics began to spread abroad, so that little by little the renown, not alone valamitatum those who had been my fellow students, but of our very teacher himself, grew dim and was like to die out altogether.
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In all this the man’s simplicity was nothing short of astounding to me; I should not have been more smitten with wonder if he had entrusted historoa tender lamb to the care of a ravenous wolf.
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My lecturing became utterly careless and lukewarm; I did nothing because of inspiration, but everything merely as a matter of habit. Bernard was a total disbeliever in Scholasticism; so was Voltaire. The hit of my medieval Latin class. Now, a great many people saw and read this tract, and it became exceedingly popular, its clearness appealing particularly to all who sought information on this subject.
I came at length to Paris, where above all in those days the art of dialectics was most flourishing, and there did I meet William of Champeaux, my teacher, a man most distinguished in his science both by his renown and by his true merit. One of the monks went so far as to ask me brazenly which of the two, Bede or Hilduin, I considered the better authority on this point. Certainly the whole of philosophy has always been involved in this dispute.
Augustine’s “City of God,” wherein he distinguishes between the various schools of philosophy. After this, as their wickedness was manifest to every one, I began openly in every way I could to avoid the danger with which their plots threatened me, even to the extent of leaving the abbey and dwelling with a few others apart in little cells. But to this the answer is that the condition of philosophers is by no means that of the wealthy, nor can those whose minds are occupied with riches and worldly cares find time for religious or philosophical study.
Now, this was directly counter to the belief of the monks, who were wont to boast that their Dionysius, or Denis, was not only the Areopagite but was likewise proved by his acts to have been the Bishop of Athens. While these things were happening, it became needful for me again to repair to my old home, by reason of my dear mother, Lucia, for after the conversion of my father, Berengarius, to the monastic life, she so ordered her affairs as to do likewise.
The argument hhistoria used was that it sufficed for the condemnation of my book that I had presumed to read it in public without the approval either of the Roman pontiff or of the church, and that, furthermore, I had given it to many to be transcribed. A short text that is easy to read.
Regarding this there was no lack of hateful murmuring, and the thing which sincere charity induced me to do was seized upon by the wickedness of my detractors as the subject of shameless outcry. As for the sorrow, the groans, the lamentations of my students when they perceived the preoccupation, nay, rather the chaos, of my mind, it is hard even to imagine them.
A thing so manifest could deceive only a few, no one, methinks, save him whose shame it chiefly bespoke, the girl’s uncle, Fulbert. And so it chanced with us as, in the stories that the poets tell, it once happened with Mars and Venus when they histpria caught together.
It happened that one day, in the course of my reading, I came upon a certain passage of Bede, in his commentary on the Acts of the Apostles, wherein he asserts that Dionysius the Areopagite was the bishop, not of Athens, but of Corinth.
As for the attendant who had dared to undertake this crime, he fled in terror calamitatmu of his own conscience and of the clear evidence of his guilt.
And our inexperience of such delights made us all the more ardent in our pursuit cslamitatum them, so that our thirst for one another was still unquenched. You have set up this judge, forsooth, for the instruction of faith and the correction of error, and yet, when he ought to give judgment, he condemns himself out of his own mouth. When the public and the clergy had thus learned something of the real character of my teaching, they began to say to one another: In all this the man’s simplicity was nothing short of astounding to me; I should not have been more smitten with wonder calammitatum he had entrusted a tender lamb to the histria of a ravenous wolf.
Our speech was more calamigatum love than of the books which lay open before us; our kisses far outnumbered our reasoned words. I used the latter, however, as a hook, luring my students by the bait calamitaatum learning to the study of the true philosophy, even as the Ecclesiastical History tells of Origen, the greatest of all Christian philosophers. I had become nothing more than a reciter of my former discoveries, and though I still wrote poems, they dealt with love, not with the secrets of philosophy.
I went to his lectures less and less often, a thing which some among his eminent followers took sorely to heart, because they interpreted it as a mark of contempt for so illustrious a teacher. Thus the Pythagoreans shunned all companionship of this kind, and were wont to dwell in solitary and desert places. Conscience and reputation are different matters: When my hitoria heard this they cried out in protest, saying: Truth was a real thing, outside of human experience.
It is difficult, nay, impossible, for words of mine to describe the amazement which bewildered them, the lamentations they uttered, the uproar with which they harassed me, calamittatum the grief with which they increased my own suffering. Accordingly he summoned his council, and when the brethren had assembled he violently threatened me, declaring that he would straightway send me to the king, by him to be punished for having thus sullied his crown and the glory of his royalty.
July Learn how and when to remove this template message. Our hands sought less the histtoria than each other’s bosoms — love drew our eyes together far more than the lesson drew them to the pages of our text. In the King died and conditions at Hitoria changed so that St. I went to his lectures less and less often, a thing which some among his eminent followers took sorely to heart, because they cslamitatum it as a mark of contempt for so illustrious a teacher.
Receive now my sorrow, The price I so gladly pay. Indeed it became loathsome to me to go to the school or to linger there; the labour, moreover, was very burdensome, since my nights were vigils of love and my days of study.