BOCCACCIO, THE DECAMERON, INTRODUCTION
The onset of the Black Death was described by Giovanni Boccaccio (1313-1375).
I say, then, that the years of the beatific incarnation of the Son of God had reached the tale of one thousand three hundred and forty eight, when in the illustrious city of Florence, the fairest of all the cities of Italy, there made its appearance that deadly pestilence, which, whether disseminated by the influence of the celestial bodies, or sent upon us mortals by God in His just wrath by way of retribution for our iniquities, had had its origin some years before in the East, whence, after destroying an innumerable multitude of living beings, it had propagated itself without respite from place to place, and so calamitously, had spread into the West.
In Florence, despite all that human wisdom and forethought could devise to avert it, as the cleansing of the city from many impurities by officials appointed for the purpose, the refusal of entrance to all sick folk, and the adoption of many precautions for the preservation of health; despite also humble supplications addressed to God, and often repeated both in public procession and otherwise by the devout; towards the beginning of the spring of the said year the doleful effects of the pestilence began to be horribly apparent by symptoms that shewed as if miraculous.
Not such were they as in the East, where an issue of blood from the nose was a manifest sign of inevitable death; but in men a women alike it first betrayed itself by the emergence of certain tumors in the groin or the armpits, some of which grew as large as a common apple, others as an egg, some more, some less, which the common folk called gavoccioli. From the two said parts of the body this deadly gavocciolo soon began to propagate and spread itself in all directions indifferently; after which the form of the malady began to change, black spots or livid making their appearance in many cases on the arm or the thigh or elsewhere, now few and large, then minute and numerous. And as the gavocciolo had been and still were an infallible token of approaching death, such also were these spots on whomsoever they shewed themselves. Which maladies seemed set entirely at naught both the art of the physician and the virtue of physic; indeed, whether it was that the disorder was of a nature to defy such treatment, or that the physicians were at fault - besides the qualified there was now a multitude both of men and of women who practiced without having received the slightest tincture of medical science - and, being in ignorance of its source, failed to apply the proper remedies; in either case, not merely were those that covered few, but almost all within three days from the appearance of the said symptoms, sooner or later, died, and in most cases without any fever or other attendant malady.
Moreover, the virulence of the pest was the greater by reason the intercourse was apt to convey it from the sick to the whole, just as fire devours things dry or greasy when they are brought close to it, the evil went yet further, for not merely by speech or association with the sick was the malady communicated to the healthy with consequent peril of common death; but any that touched the clothes the sick or aught else that had been touched, or used by these seemed thereby to contract the disease.
So marvelous sounds that which I have now to relate, that, had not many, and I among them, observed it with their own eyes, I had hardly dared to credit it, much less to set it down in writing, though I had had it from the lips of a credible witness.
I say, then, that such was the energy of the contagion of the said pestilence, that it was not merely propagated from man to mail, but, what is much more startling, it was frequently observed, that things which had belonged to one sick or dead of the disease, if touched by some other living creature, not of the human species, were the occasion, not merely of sickening, but of an almost instantaneous death. Whereof my own eyes (as I said a little before) had cognisance, one day among others, by the following experience. The rags of a poor man who had died of the disease being strewn about the open street, two hogs came thither, and after, as is their wont, no little trifling with their snouts, took the rags between their teeth and tossed them to and fro about their chaps; whereupon, almost immediately, they gave a few turns, and fell down dead, as if by poison, upon the rags which in an evil hour they had disturbed.
In which circumstances, not to speak of many others of a similar or even graver complexion, divers apprehensions and imaginations were engendered in the minds of such as were left alive, inclining almost all of them to the same harsh resolution, to wit, to shun and abhor all contact with the sick and all that belonged to them, thinking thereby to make each his own health secure. Among whom there were those who thought that to live temperately and avoid all excess would count for much as a preservative against seizures of this kind. Wherefore they banded together, and dissociating themselves from all others, formed communities in houses where there were no sick, and lived a separate and secluded life, which they regulated with the utmost care, avoiding every kind of luxury, but eating and drinking moderately of the most delicate viands and the finest wines, holding converse with none but one another, lest tidings of sickness or death should reach them, and diverting their minds with music and such other delights as they could devise. Others, the bias of whose minds was in the opposite direction, maintained, that to drink freely, frequent places of public resort, and take their pleasure with song and revel, sparing to satisfy no appetite, and to laugh and mock at no event, was the sovereign remedy for so great an evil: and that which they affirmed they also put in practice, so far as they were able, resorting day and night, now to this tavern, now to that, drinking with an entire disregard of rule or measure, and by preference making the houses of others, as it were, their inns, if they but saw in them aught that was particularly to their taste or liking; which they, were readily able to do, because the owners, seeing death imminent, had become as reckless of their property as of their lives; so that most of the houses were open to all comers, and no distinction was observed between the stranger who presented himself and the rightful lord. Thus, adhering ever to their inhuman determination to shun the sick, as far as possible, they ordered their life. In this extremity of our city's suffering and tribulation the venerable authority of laws, human and divine, was abased and all but totally dissolved for lack of those who should have administered and enforced them, most of whom, like the rest of the citizens, were either dead or sick or so hard bested for servants that they were unable to execute any office; whereby every man was free to do what was right in his own eyes.
Not a few there were who belonged to neither of the two said parties, but kept a middle course between them, neither laying t same restraint upon their diet as the former, nor allowing themselves the same license in drinking and other dissipations as the latter, but living with a degree of freedom sufficient to satisfy their appetite and not as recluses. They therefore walked abroad, carrying in the hands flowers or fragrant herbs or divers sorts of spices, which they frequently raised to their noses, deeming it an excellent thing thus to comfort the brain with such perfumes, because the air seemed be everywhere laden and reeking with the stench emitted by the dead and the dying, and the odours of drugs.
Some again, the most sound, perhaps, in judgment, as they were also the most harsh in temper, of all, affirmed that there was no medicine for the disease superior or equal in efficacv to flight; following which prescription a multitude of men and women, negligent of all but themselves, deserted their city, their houses, their estates, their kinsfolk, their goods, and went into voluntary exile, or migrated to the country parts, as if God in visiting men with this pestilence in requital of their iniquities would not pursue them with His wrath wherever they might be, but intended the destruction of such alone as remained within the circuit of the walls of the city; or deeming perchance, that it was now time for all to flee from it, and that its last hour was come.
Of the adherents of these divers opinions not all died, neither did all escape; but rather there were, of each sort and in every place many that sickened, and by those who retained their health were treated after the example which they themselves, while whole, had set, being everywhere left to languish in almost total neglect. Tedious were it to recount, how citizen avoided citizen, how among neighbors was scarce found any that shewed fellow-feeling for another, how kinsfolk held aloof, and never met, or but rarely; enough that this sore affliction entered so deep into the minds of men a women, that in the horror thereof brother was forsaken by brother nephew by uncle, brother by sister, and oftentimes husband by wife: nay, what is more, and scarcely to be believed, fathers and mothers were found to abandon their own children, untended, unvisited, to their fate, as if they had been strangers. Wherefore the sick of both sexes, whose number could not be estimated, were left without resource but in the charity of friends (and few such there were), or the interest of servants, who were hardly to be had at high rates and on unseemly terms, and being, moreover, one and all, men and women of gross understanding, and for the most part unused to such offices, concerned themselves no further than to supply the immediate and expressed wants of the sick, and to watch them die; in which service they themselves not seldom perished with their gains. In consequence of which dearth of servants and dereliction of the sick by neighbors, kinsfolk and friends, it came to pass-a thing, perhaps, never before heard of-that no woman, however dainty, fair or well-born she might be, shrank, when stricken with the disease, from the ministrations of a man, no matter whether he were young or no, or scrupled to expose to him every part of her body, with no more shame than if he had been a woman, submitting of necessity to that which her malady required; wherefrom, perchance, there resulted in after time some loss of modesty in such as recovered. Besides which many succumbed, who with proper attendance, would, perhaps, have escaped death; so that, what with the virulence of the plague and the lack of due attendance of the sick, the multitude of the deaths, that daily and nightly took place in the city, was such that those who heard the tale-not to say witnessed the fact-were struck dumb with amazement. Whereby, practices contrary to the former habits of the citizens could hardly fail to grow up among the survivors.
It had been, as to-day it still is, the custom for the women that were neighbors and of kin to the deceased to gather in his house with the women that were most closely connected with him, to wail with them in common, while on the other hand his male kinsfolk and neighbors, with not a few of the other citizens, and a due proportion of the clergy according to his quality, assembled without, in front of the house, to receive the corpse; and so the dead man was borne on the shoulders of his peers, with funeral pomp of taper and dirge, to the church selected by him before his death. Which rites, as the pestilence waxed in fury, were either in whole or in great part disused, and gave way to others of a novel order. For not only did no crowd of women surround the bed of the dying, but many passed from this life unregarded, and few indeed were they to whom were accorded the lamentations and bitter tears of sorrowing relations; nay, for the most part, their place was taken by the laugh, the jest, the festal gathering; observances which the women, domestic piety in large measure set aside, had adopted with very great advantage to their health. Few also there were whose bodies were attended to the church by more than ten or twelve of their neighbors, and those not the honorable and respected citizens; but a sort of corpse-carriers drawn from the baser ranks, who called themselves becchini and performed such offices for hire, would shoulder the bier, and with hurried steps carry it, not to the church of the dead man's choice, but to that which was nearest at hand, with four or six priests in front and a candle or two, or, perhaps, none; nor did the priests distress themselves with too long and solemn an office, but with the aid of the becchini hastily consigned the corpse to the first tomb which they found untenanted. The condition of the lower, and, perhaps, in great measure of the middle ranks, of the people shewed even worse and more deplorable; for, deluded by hope or constrained by poverty, they stayed in their quarters, in their houses where they sickened by thousands a day, and, being without service or help of any kind, were, so to speak, irredeemably devoted to the death which overtook them. Many died daily or nightly in the public streets; of many others, who died at home, the departure was hardly observed by their neighbors, until the stench of their putrefying bodies carried the tidings; and what with their corpses and the corpses of others who died on every hand the whole place was a sepulchre.
It was the common practice of most of the neighbors, moved no less by fear of contamination by the putrefying bodies than by charity towards the deceased, to drag the corpses out of the houses with their own hands, aided, perhaps, by a porter, if a porter was to be had, and to lay them in front of the doors, where any one who made the round might have seen, especially in the morning, more of them than he could count; afterwards they would have biers brought up or in default, planks, whereon they laid them. Nor was it once twice only that one and the same bier carried two or three corpses at once; but quite a considerable number of such cases occurred, one bier sufficing for husband and wife, two or three brothers, father and son, and so forth. And times without number it happened, that as two priests, bearing the cross, were on their way to perform the last office for some one, three or four biers were brought up by the porters in rear of them, so that, whereas the priests supposed that they had but one corpse to bury, they discovered that there were six or eight, or sometimes more. Nor, for all their number, were their obsequies honored by either tears or lights or crowds of mourners rather, it was come to this, that a dead man was then of no more account than a dead goat would be to-day.
"Nor, for all their number, were their obsequies honored by either tears or lights or crowds of mourners rather, it was come to this, that a dead man was then of no more account than a dead goat would be to-day."
ReplyDeleteThis quote embodies the change in the people of Florence as a result of the Black Plague: the lack of regard for human life and the fragmentation that occurred as a result from it. Boccaccio describes that, once the doctors had failed to find a cure, the citizens of Florence primarily gave the sick up for dead. They found different ways to cope with the terrifying situations around them: some partied (trying to find whatever enjoyment and immediate pleasure they could get), while some secluded themselves (trying to avoid the sickness both in body and in mind). What I find so saddening is that the Church ignored the sick callously as well. Yes, there are sections in Boccacio's account where the Church is briefly mentioned, but all in a removed way (holding candles and hurriedly reciting words over the dead before they were thrown into a random tomb). Not only did the common people callous themselves to the suffering, but the Church did as well. Boccaccio says twice that one of the reasons for the plague was God's judgment on the Florentines. But there is no reference the clergy praying and repenting. Rather, the Florentines resigned themselves to callousing their hearts, ignoring their sick relatives and friends, and finding an insufficient coping mechanism. The Black Plague changed the Florentines into calloused, frantic people who regarded their own relatives as good as dead goats.
As I read I was struck by the cruelty of the Black Plague and the fear it ensued. The cruelty of the black plague is seen in that despite many efforts it was not stopped in Florence. It says, “despite all that human wisdom and forethought could devise to avert it, as the cleansing of the city from many impurities by officials appointed for the purpose, the refusal of entrance to all sick folk, and the adoption of many precautions for the preservation of health; despite also humble supplications addressed to God, and often repeated both in public procession and otherwise by the devout;…” the disease spread. Having the Black Plague was frightening and began with “the emergence of certain tumors in the groin or the armpits,” and “black spots or livid.” Within three days you could die without a fever or sign of disease. Not the physician or the virtue of physic could cure it, Boccaccio believes either nature defied the treatment, didn’t apply the treatment, or it was because “there was now a multitude both of men and of women who practiced without having received the slightest tincture of medical science.” Not only was the disease cruel in that it could not be cured, “any that touched the clothes the sick or aught else that had been touched, or used by these seemed thereby to contract the disease.” Because of fear of contamination everyone went into survival mode. Among the people of Florence there was a “harsh resolution, to wit, to shun and abhor all contact with the sick and all that belonged to them.” The Black Plague was a cruel disease that brought great fear of the sick, therefore leaving the sick neglected to languish in their pain.
ReplyDeleteOne of the major things I noticed while reading was both how easily the plague spread and how hard everyone tried to avoid it. I mean, people were contracting it not only by being near the infected, but even by simply touching the person's clothes and possessions! And the way people treated one another -the way that friends and neighbors avoided each other, parents avoided (and even abandoned) their children, and the way that dead bodies were treated (". . . a dead man was then of no more account than a dead goat would be to-day.")- really put me in the shoes of and the mentality of these poor people. It gives a different mentality to the idea of avoiding something "like the Plague". Unlike to us, who no longer have to deal with the terrifying cloud of the Black Death hanging over our heads, this phrase to the people of that time would've meant living in isolation, abandoning their homes, friends, and families, and living in fear every day that you might somehow contract the disease and be dead by the end of the week with no hope to survive -a truly depressing existence.
ReplyDeleteTrue the Black plague was merciless, but what struck me wasn't the brutality. Rather, a curiosity sparked in me to know what exactly caused the "tumors" that the author refers to. Not only what caused the tumors, but why they originated in the places that they did. What do armpits and groins have in common that would cause "tumors" to grow on the skin in those places? Another question that popped into my mind was: why were animals less resistant to the Plague than humans? The author describes a couple of hogs who discovered several rags of a man who had recently died from the plague and " after, as is their wont, no little trifling with their snouts, took the rags between their teeth and tossed them to and fro about their chaps; whereupon, almost immediately, they gave a few turns, and fell down dead, as if by poison, upon the rags which in an evil hour they had disturbed." We may think three days is too short of a time to fight off this disease, but the hogs hardly had n hour! This then would show that for some reason, we humans have a better ability to fight off the disease than the hogs. My question is why? As curious as I am, I don't plan on doing research for fear of finding something completely atrocious, but I will keep my ears open for answers!
ReplyDeleteWhat interested me most while reading Giovanni's account was the four factions that broke out in the middle of the chaos. The first group of surprised me the most. They gathered into groups of healthy people then shut themselves off from the world, eating and drinking in paranoid moderation, avoiding all luxuries, and speaking with no one outside their community, lest the dreaded disease spread with words, as it seemed to be doing. What surprised me about them was the fact that they bonded together in the first place. If someone was to get sick, the Black Plague would spread like wildfire.
ReplyDeleteThe second group were nearly opposite. They were gluttonous, eating and drinking all they could get their hands on, living life to its (apparent) fullest, because death was unavoidable, basically. "Others.. maintained, that to drink freely, frequent places of public resort, and take their pleasure with song and revel, sparing to satisfy no appetite, and to laugh and mock at no event, was the sovereign remedy for so great an evil..."
The third group settled somewhere in the middle of the other two. They weren't starving, they weren't being gluttonous, instead, they were "living with a degree of freedom sufficient to satisfy their appetite and not as recluses."
The fourth group would undoubtedly be the one I would join. These grabbed a few belongings and left Florence without looking back. Smart.
Which group would you join??
One thing that stuck out to me was the huge tumors that grew out of the armpits and the groin that were the signs you had the Plague. While it's pretty gross and sad at one time, think about it--these tumors were the size of apples! Some of them were even bigger. Imagine walking around the town square and seeing people with apple-sized growths coming out of their armpits. Also, like Johnna said, the way people responded to the Plague was really interesting. Many different people were trying to figure out how to get the sovereign sickness to stop, and their responses, whether outright substance abuse or being ostracized, to me spoke to how the people viewed health and sickness in their day. Even if doctors had been able to do something, the people were going to superstitions instead.
ReplyDeleteMany people are focusing on how terrible it was that people abandoned their families during the plague. It is terrible. But I think we might be condemning them too much. This was probably the most awful thing that had any person living could remember. They had tried everything to keep the plague from themselves and nothing worked. They left the country, stayed in the country, ate a lot of food, hardly ate anything; none of it worked. The only thing that helped (a bit) was isolation from others who were sick. Boccaccio said that it was the will of God, in which case there truly was nothing anyone could do. It would be like being told you would die sometime in the next two weeks. Also, there was no cure. If the sick were treated, all that happened was the death of the doctor or caretaker. If you were sick, you would die. The people knew they couldn't do anything for their family members. Maybe in their great fear they tried to rationalize their abandonment (I can't do anything, they wouldn't want me to die trying to help them, etc.). Yes, it was heartless. But let's face it: death terrifies humans. The focus on works in the Catholic Church took away the assurance of salvation. These people didn't know exactly if they would make it to heaven. They just had to hope. For all they knew, death could be the beginning of eternal judgement. It would terrify me! Of course they should have stayed and helped their families, but I think we need to remember what would happen to them if they did. They should have risked death. But would we have done that?
ReplyDeleteone thing that i thought was extremely interesting was how superstitious people were at the time of the plague. almost immediately people tried to escape death and disease by searching for answers in religion and superstitions. Many people thought the answer was to stay in church all day, others began to confess their sins and even started self-chastisement, when that didn't work the prosecution of Jews came up.All this because people truly believed, that the wrath of God was over them.
ReplyDeleteWhile reading this passage, I kept imagining what it would be like to live during this time. The constant stench of death, bodies piled on street corners, people cutting themselves off from everything and everyone, families abandoning each other. I cannot even fathom the amount of suffering that these people endured. The last sentence really stood out to me when it said, "Nor, for all their number, were their obsequies honored by either tears or lights or crowds of mourners rather, it was come to this, that a dead man was then of no more account than a dead goat would be to-day." I can't help but ask myself how God could allow such a horrible thing to happen. However, it is encouraging to know that his plans are always good despite even the worst of circumstances. Many people during this time didn't blame God for the plague, rather they were quick to take responsibility and confess their sins, thinking that this was a punishment from God. It is interesting to compare their response to the plague to our response to modern day tragedies. We evaluate circumstances extremely differently.
ReplyDelete“In this extremity of our city’s suffering and tribulation the venerable authority of laws, human and divine, was abased and all but totally dissolved for lack of those who should have administered and enforced them, most of whom, like the rest of the citizens, were either dead or sick or so hard bested for servants that they were unable to execute any office; whereby every man was free to do what was right in his own eyes.”
ReplyDeleteWhile I was reading this passage, I couldn’t help but think of all those apocalypse TV shows with zombies. I think something that is pertinent in both situations is this idea of morals/ethics. When the government is taken out of these times of crisis, morality crumbles. (Obviously, the morality defined by God still stands firm, but now there is no earthly ‘representation’ to enact the law) No one can really be held accountable for what they’ve done. You’re out there fending for yourself, so your differentiation of what is right or wrong could come down to what keeps you alive and what could get you killed. As the situation grows more dismal, each person devises their own moral code. People are killed because they are threatening, because they are weak, maybe because they are sick, maybe even for mercy…
My question is this: As Christians, if we encountered a time of crisis where our survival was endangered, how would we approach that? Should we keep fighting in order to live? Or should we just surrender ourselves to death? If we had to kill another human who was threatening our survival, would that killing be justified? Our sins are all forgiven by God, but would killing be necessary? Should we just let ourselves be killed? At the same time though, God has given us our lives for a reason. Is giving up the answer?
Who knows what chance there is of the world encountering such a situation, however, I think this is something we need to think about should the time come!
One of the things that stuck out to me most in the reading was that the Black Plague can be seen as a metaphor for the sin that is in the world. After all, sin establishes the inevitability of death, is all around us, can spread from one person to another, and can bring about death, just like the Black Plague. Also, people react differently to the knowledge that they will eventually die, just as they did during the Black Plague. As with the Plague, some choose to party their way through life and wait for death to take them, while some try to separate themselves from the world in order to reduce their chance of “infection.” Some may also try to ignore themselves from their fate, and try to distract themselves from the truth, as did those during the Plague who walked around with spices under their nose to mask the odor of death that hung over everything.
ReplyDeleteAll of these approaches to sin are problematic, though in different ways. For example, partying ends up being meaningless, even though it may be fun at the time. And while separating ourselves from the world may seem like the best defense against sin, it means setting aside our duty as Christians to fulfill the Great Commission. However, I think that most of us probably fall closer to that third category – we try to pretend that our sin isn’t that bad, live our lives as normal, and try to distract ourselves from the sobering consequences of sin. But there is a crucial difference – unlike the Black Plague, sin doesn’t have to be a death sentence, thanks to Jesus’ death and resurrection.
One thing--someone correct me if I'm wrong, but I think they had smelled spices not just so they wouldn't smell them, but because they thought it would keep them from getting sick (aka the "pocket full of posies" in Ring Around the Rosy).
DeleteYou're right, I forgot about that!
DeleteAlthough I knew beforehand that animals were affected by the black death, I didn't recognize the implications that it had for humans at the time. Think: if you lived in a city and worked at a smithy, you would have to buy your meat and produce from someone else. How would you feel buying meat that might have a plague in it that will make you extremely uncomfortable for three days before killing you? This makes much more sense now why those in cities had a higher death rate than in rural area (where people would eat their own livestock). This makes me so happy that I was born in the 21st century--in an age where most diseases can be cured. Additionally, looking back at the Black Death really helps me see why there are so many regulations on meat and dairy products in the U.S.
ReplyDeleteWhat I found is that the chaos of the plague was truly driven by fear. It was an invincible force during this dark time in history. People believed God’s wrath was upon them. Physicians didn't know how to stop the awful tumors as large as apples and the spots on people’s skin. People were even afraid to touch the clothes of the deceased. They thought even touching it could kill. Some feared the sick and their disease so much that they separated themselves in a healthy community apart from the outside world. They sought to ignore the fear and death by living in all the luxury they could afford, minimizing their contact with the outside world. Most of the sick were shunned and abandoned. Once some were ill, their fear led them to madness and reckless behavior and excessive spending. Once their hope was gone, they abandoned their homes, sick family, sick relatives, former lives. People would even abandon their sick family just to avoid dying themselves from this horrifying illness. I can’t imagine what traumatized lives the people who survived had. Dead bodies littered the streets and everyone was afraid for their lives. Fear was surely weighing greatly upon Europe in the Black Death.
ReplyDeleteI was struck while reading this, how easy it would be for the plague to transfer from person to person. Just by touching a garment of a contaminated person, one would bring the sickness upon themselves. If just touching the garment transfers the disease would not one want to keep away from contact with people. But they did not. Another thing I found very interesting was the transformation in how they treated their dead. Before the plague they gave each person a proper burial with much respect. But as time went on and the plague took more and more lives the dead were treaded no more than a dead animal. No burial and no honor. This I found interesting because even though there was a plague killing most people, I would think, the people would still want their loved ones to be honored. This may have been the case but was not realistic. They took the natural step seeing that their were to many to honor as they would have before.
ReplyDeleteOne thing that intrigued me about this week's reading was the different ways people reacted to the sudden reality of death. Some took it upon themselves to enjoy whatever time they had left, and some separated themselves, believing they could save themselves if they only tried hard enough. Others fled the city, hoping to save others and maybe themselves by seeking out a better refuge. As Courtney pointed out, this is a clear metaphor for sin and salvation. Continuing in this metaphor, though, there was one reaction every person living in those times seemed to share: they all became desensitized to the endless death and loss around them. I am forced to wonder if, at times, we may become less aware of the very real death that surrounds us every day. Personally, I am terrified by the idea of evangelizing. However, when I condemn those who hid themselves away in their healthy houses and tried to shut their eyes as their friends and neighbors were carted away, I have to wonder if I might not be, in a way, condemning myself? Sin is a disease that kills every day, and I have been given the cure! This parallel goes farther than I expected it to, but I hope to live with more compassion because of it.
ReplyDeleteLike Johnna said, I was interested in the response people had to the plague. But specifically, I was intrigued by how the “club of healthy people” approached the problem. Obviously, there was something really wrong in Europe. People were dying everywhere and being buried everywhere, leading to unsanitary towns and thus, more sickness. However, there was a group of men and women who didn’t get sick. Thus, the “clean” ones lived a simple, secluded life away from the infected towns. I was surprised at how selfish this approach to the problem was. Although they deprived themselves of luxurious food and clothing, they still “diverted their minds with music and such other delights as they could devise” to tune out the problems of the world. Conversely, there were those who bent over backwards to try and make a difference, even if they weren’t trained, “besides the qualified there was now a multitude both of men and of women who practiced without having received the slightest tincture of medical science.” Rather than noticing the dire problem in the world and helping, these egotistical people shut themselves up.
ReplyDeleteWhile reading this passage, I was intrigued to hear that other animals besides humans died almost instantaneously, " I say, then, that such was the energy of the contagion of the said pestilence, that it was not merely propagated from man to mail, but, what is much more startling, it was frequently observed, that things which had belonged to one sick or dead of the disease, if touched by some other living creature, not of the human species, were the occasion, not merely of sickening, but of an almost instantaneous death." This quote was extremely interesting to me, as I have never thought that it would actually affect animals. And if it did, that they would never die instantaneously.
ReplyDeleteOn a more serious note, it was extremely sad to hear about, how fast the plague spread and how hard people tried to avoid it, but to no avail many times. What struck me was the customs of burying someone who had died, the woman would gather around him, the men would bear him on their shoulders and carry him on their shoulders to the church, etc. But now, due to the plague, it gradually became more and more important and more about survival. They came to a point of just dragging the deceased bodies out onto the streets and piling them up their to be carried out and burned in a large pit. So sad.