The
notion of glass body parts recalls another book -- Tristram Shandy. In Vol. 1, Chapter 23, Sterne’s narrator riffs on glass-covered
beings. He remembers Momus, the god of writers, satire, mockery and blame. According
to Lucian’s Hermotimus, Momus mocked
the man formed by Hephaestus because he “had not made windows in his chest
which could be opened to let everyone see his desires and thoughts and if he
were lying or telling the truth.” Sterne’s narrator approves of Momus’ idea: “…had
the said glass been there set up, nothing more would have been wanting, in
order to have taken a man's character, but to have taken a chair and gone softly,
as you would to a dioptrical beehive, and look’d in—view’d the soul stark naked…--then
taken your pen and ink and set down nothing but what you had seen, and could
have sworn to.”
But
it’s never that simple, and a woman with a heart of glass might demur at having
a window installed in her chest, though it pleases writers and other voyeurs.
The narrator of Tristram Shandy
concludes:
“But
this, as I said above, is not the case of the inhabitants of this earth;--our
minds shine not through the body, but are wrapt up here in a dark covering of
uncrystalized flesh and blood; so that it would come to the specifick
characters of them, we must go some other way to work.”
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