Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The Decameron Excerpt

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.



                                  For those interested in experiencing the entire work.


19 comments:

  1. One theme that I found in this passage was the idea that the Black Death was some how God's judgement on the people of Europe. Boccaccio says in the first paragraph, "...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..." He sees the Black Death, and possibly others see it, as Gods way of punishment for the sins of Europe. Later on in the passage he talks about how it was not only the poor people who died in the streets, but also the leaders of Europe. Without leaders, their entire world became a disaster. He says that, "every man was free to do what was right in his own eyes." Now I found this fascinating that he would use this phrase, which is from the Bible when Israel turned away from God. God punished Israel for "doing what was right in their eyes," maybe God was punishing Europe for doing what was "right in their own eyes." I found this connection extremely interesting, and I thought that the whole passage was fascinating.

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  2. It was interesting to me how these people had experienced many things which point to the existence of germs, but they still had no idea how the sickness spread. They understood that sick people were a danger to their own health, but they seemed not to understand how a sick person's belongings could cause any danger to them. Germ theory was not discovered until the mid-19th century. Before this, people generally believed in the miasma theory, which stated that sickness was spread by infected air. This was only half right, but it accounted for the belief that sick people were dangerous, but no vestiges of the sickness were left on their clothing or other possessions after they died.

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  3. One thing that really stood out to me was right off the bat it starts off with saying that maybe this sickness was sent by God. "or sent upon us mortals by God in His just wrath by way of retribution for our iniquities". So right away they think that it's something they are being punished for by God. I also found it interesting how they "addressed God", "despite also humble supplications addressed to God, and often repeated both in public procession and otherwise by the devout" so wether or not that means praying and asking four his forgiveness or...? I also found it interesting how it was referred to as in inevitable death. "where an issue of blood from the nose was a manifest sign of inevitable death". it was also very disturbing to learn that these "boils" would grow as big as apples or eggs.

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  4. Not only was the black plague a physical/bacterial problem, but it sparked phycological breakdowns as well. Boccaccio cites several reactions to the black death: hypochondrial seclusion in "quarantined" houses, evacuation to the country, epicurean unrestraint, and those who simply continued living. Some deaths from every group were inevitable. Boccaccio's allusion to Mark 13:12 reminds us of other human reactions to tragedy. I thought of the Jews in Ellie Wiesel's Night killing each other in a Nazi cargo train in order to grab a piece of bread. James speaks of how trials test our perseverance, and here we see many failing this test as they abandon children, families, and parents. When horrors uncontrollable by humanity occur, we can truly see our fallen state emerge. When the established order is upset, everything truly becomes chaos without God.

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  5. After reading some of the extra material on the plague, I came across this hideously funny remark by Marchionne di Coppo di Stefano Buonaiuti from his fourteenth century Florentine Chronicle concerning the burying of the dead:
    "Earth would be taken and thrown down on them; and then others would come on top of them, and then earth on top again, in layers, with very little earth, like garnishing lasagne with cheese."

    This guy had a great sense of humor.

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    1. Man, that's even more hideously/humorously graphic considering the lasagne dinner we had at the Ristines...

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    2. Thank you for that delightful mental image. *facepalm*

      @Nathan: Ugh, I know right?!

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    3. I would have something totally disgusting to post about that quote (a "connection," if you will), but I think it may be too graphic even for the internet...

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  6. I thought that the passage as a whole was interesting if not a bit gruesome. The thing that stood out to me the most, though, was the part where he was talking about the three different types of people groups that formed during the plague. There were those who were affected and sick and needed to be cared for, there were those who completely secluded themselves from the former and formed their own private communities with others of the same status of health, and finally those who were neither of the previous and merely walked around carrying incense with them. It is the second of these three people groups that caught my attention the most. These people either completely gave themselves up to excessive eating, drinking, and merry making, or secluded themselves with others of like minds, separating themselves entirely from others. "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." This describes the latter group who secluded themselves. While, "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..." This part was the the thing that struck me the most, because they knew they could end up being infected and die, regardless of the fact that they tried to seclude themselves from the infected, they instead decided to do whatever they pleased and have the time of their lives doing whatever they so desired since they're going to die anyway, whether from the plague or something else. I thought it was really sad that they ended up giving themselves so completely over to their own selfish and sinful desires instead of trying to do something about the plague.

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  7. This was truly a scary time for people to be living in, it can almost be correlated with zombie apocalypse. We see various movies with an uncontrollable disease that forces people to flee from it. As Katie was mentioning the physiological impact this would have had on people would have been huge. For many this was the end of the world, God had forsaken them, everyone was in danger, the world around them was falling apart. I would have liked to heard what various priests/monks had to say or thought about this plague. If they believed in the second coming this apparent destruction of life as they knew it must have been a deadly blow to their faith. Yet I also believe in this situation we can see the true depravity of humanity. Husbands forsaking wives and children, the sick avoided and driven out. A sad but true picture of what human nature can do in its most desperate time.

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  8. I was caught in the idea that these people had never really figured out germs completely. They knew somehow that sick people were dangerous but they didn't exactly know why. Because of this we can see people getting very scared of the unknown. Also, I saw a change in people's state of mind. They didn't care about allegiances, friendships, or love; all they cared about was survival. They gave up God, and tried to go on their own. However as we can see over and over, without God, everything turns to choas.


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  9. Although the first outbreak was over 700 years ago, I find it concerning that there has been over 2,000 reports of victims falling ill due to the plague in 2003 alone. Furthermore, that number has more than tripled in the past 6 years. However, could the cases be contributed to over population in an unsanitary environment, or is it a warning of what is to come? It is interesting that Europe thought that they were being punished for their sins. While I can not prove that, I can not think of a better way to punish humanity; uncontrollable decease's that not only kill people, but also wreak physiological havoc on them as well.

    I was wondering though, what effect did their own carless behavior have on them? In other words, could the lack of morality have spread the plague faster because the idea of unavoidable death clouded common sense?

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    1. Uplifting thought, that. Sarcasm aside, is the plague really still existent? I thought it had died out. I think this would be an interesting thing to briefly discuss in class. I'm now curious to know what Mr. Parker would have to say about it.

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    2. Yeah I doubt with modern science and medicine that that kind of plague will touch as many lives as it did in the 14th century. Then again, there could be a similar outbreak in more densely-populated areas of poverty-stricken countries where diseases can thrive and spread. However, you could argue that cancer is our modern day "plague." I mean it is a disease that infects millions of people, cannot be easily treated or cured, and it claims about 500,000 people every year in the U.S. (roughly one out of every four deaths in America).

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  10. Wow. This was very disturbing... I am one of those people who will faint at the SIGHT of a needle, or when I hear others talking about their hospital adventures, so, as you can imagine, this was not an easy reading. It is amazing to me how little the public cared about those who died because of the sickness. Obviously, it was very contagious and because of that, people died everyday, but still... People die everyday today and yet, every death that we hear about is upsetting, every child who was shot due to gang violence, or teen who died due to cancer breaks our heart. But, why don't these people care?

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  11. Eleven hours later...

    Okay, jokes aside, I didn't really have time to listen to the audiobook. However, the reading brought up some interesting, if not a bit disturbing, points.

    "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..." (Boccaccio)

    After reading this quote I couldn't help but think of the saying eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Perhaps this is where we get the idea that laughter prolongs life? Heh, heh, how pleasant. The aforementioned viewpoint also rather reminded me of how many people today go through life. It's sad that so many twenty-first century people live just like that, without moderation, and for crying out loud they don't even have the excuse of a deadly epidemic. While disgusting and sad, I also found it curious how the historian attributed a decline in modesty (in terms of dress) to the plague. Oh look! Another thing that twenty-first century people embrace without good reason. I thought these connections to today's culture were curious, yet today our reasons for such actions are so trivial, comparatively speaking.

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  12. Wow this was definitely a downer. But very interesting- I've always read about this in fictional books but never actually read a real account of it so this was intriguing to me.

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  13. The last sentence of the Decameron really struck me: "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." It really reminded me of Stalin's infamous quote around the time of WWII: "One death is a tragedy; a million deaths are a statistic." What is exceedingly disturbing about these quotes is that, to a certain extent, they are pretty accurate. You could even draw a connection to Batman *holds for applause,* when the Joker says that if a truck full of soldiers were to blow up and all of them die, no one would "bat an eye because it's all according to plan," but if one mayor gets killed, "everyone loses their minds." Obviously, the people who were experiencing the Black Plague firsthand were probably losing their minds, but retrospectively, when I read those figures of the tens of thousands of people that died (and the 5,000,000 deaths in "China"), I didn't break down in emotional grievances, I just thought how crazy that "statistic" was...dark, but sort of true (at least for me, anyways).

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  14. I thought the impact of the Black Plague was pretty scary, obviously. Clearly it was gruesome. But the reaction is what amazed me. This was the fear of all fears for the people of the time. Boccaccio uses extreme language throughout the excerpt himself, calling it the "deadly pestilence" that is arguable the wrath of God. This fear turned people against each other such that none was safe among the masses. I saw this quote: "Brother was forsaken by brother nephew by uncle, brother by sister, and oftentimes husband by wife...fathers and mothers were found to abandon their own children, untended, unvisited, to their fate, as if they had been strangers." They say the same thing about the American Civil War, that brother fought against brother. Isn't it interesting how such intense circumstances caused people to focus on the self above all else. Even the closest bonds of friendship, family, and marriage fell by the wayside when people's own life was in danger. In the Civil War intense disagreements cased family to take up arms against each other. Their fear of the opposition overrode their familial relationship. In the case of the Black Plague, pure fear caused families to break apart when they most needed each other. It became every man for himself. Yes, people were sick, but I can only imagine how the isolation and and fear of everyone (even your own family) caused such deep darkness and despair.

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