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Chapter 1 of Master Zechariahs, this is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Master Zechariahs by Jules Verne Chapter 1 A Winter Night The city of Geneva lies at the west end of the lake of the same name. The Rhône, which passes through the town at the outlet of the lake, divides it into two sections and is itself divided in the center of the city by an island placed midstream. A topographical feature like this is often found in the great depots of commerce and industry. No doubt the first inhabitants were influenced by the easy means of transport which the swift currents of the river offered them, those roads which walk along of their own accord, as Pascal put it. In the case of the Rhône, it would be the road that ran along. Before new and regular buildings were constructed on this island, which was enclosed like a Dutch galley in the middle of the river, the curious mass of houses piled one on the other, presented a delightfully confused coup d'état. The small area of the island had compelled some of the buildings to be perched, as it were, on the piles which were entangled in the rough currents of the river. The huge beams blackened by time and worn by the water seemed like the claws of an enormous crab and presented a fantastic appearance. The yellow streams, which were like cobwebs stretched amid this ancient foundation, quivered in the darkness as if they had been the leaves of some old oak forest, while the river engulfed in this forest of piles foamed and roared most mournfully. One of the houses of the island was striking for its curiously aged appearance. It was the dwelling of the old clockmaker, Master Zacharias, whose household consisted of his daughter, Geronde, Albert Toon, his apprentice, and his old servant, Scolastic. There was no man in Geneva to compare an interest with this Zacharias. His age was past finding out. Not the oldest inhabitant of the town could tell for how long his thin pointed head had shaken above his shoulders, nor the day when for the first time he had walked through the streets with his long white locks floating in the wind. The man did not live. He vibrated like the pendulum of his clocks. His spare, cadaverous figure was always clothed in dark colors. Like pictures of Leonardo da Vinci, he was sketched in black. Geronde had the pleasantest room in the whole house, when, through a narrow window, she had the inspiring view of the snowy peaks of Geronde. But the bedroom and workshop of the old man were a kind of cavern, close on the water, the floor of which rested on the piles. From time immemorial, Master Zacharias had never come out except at mealtimes, and when he went to regulate the different clocks of the town. He passed the rest of his time at his bench, which was covered with numerous clockwork instruments, most of which he had invented himself. For he was a clever man. His works were valued in all France and Germany. The best workers in Geneva readily recognized his superiority and showed that he was an honor to the town by saying, to him belongs the glory of having invented the escapement. In fact, the birth of true clockwork dates from the invention which the talents of Zacharias had discovered not many years before. After he had worked hard for a long time, Zacharias would slowly put his tools away, cover up the delicate pieces he had been adjusting with glasses, and stop the active wheel of his lathe. Then he would raise the trap door constructed in the floor of his workshop, and, stooping down, used to inhale for hours together the thick vapors of the rhone as it dashed along under his eyes. One winter's night, the old servant, Scolastic, served the supper, which, according to old custom, she and the young mechanic shared with their master. Master Zacharias did not eat, though the food carefully prepared for him was offered in a handsome blue and white dish. He scarcely answered the sweet words of Gironde, who evidently noticed her father's silence, and even the clatter of Scolastic herself no more struck his ear than the roar of the river, to which he paid no attention. After the silent meal, the old clockmaker left the table without embracing his daughter, or saying his usual, good night, to all. He left by the narrow door leading to his den, and the staircase groaned under his heavy footsteps as he went down. Gironde, Albert, and Scolastic sat for some minutes without speaking. On this evening the weather was dull, the clouds dragged heavily on the alps and threatened rain. The severe climate of Switzerland made one feel sad, while the south winds swept round the house and whistled ominously. My dear young lady, said Scolastic at last, do you know that her master has been out of sorts for several days? Holy Virgin, I know he has no appetite because his words stick in his inside, and that it would take a very clever devil to drag even one out of him. My father has some secret cause of trouble that I cannot even guess, replied Gironde, as a sad anxiety spread over her face. Mademoiselle, don't let such sadness fill your heart. You know the strange habits of Master Zacharias. Who can read his secret thoughts in his face? No doubt some fatigue has overcome him, but tomorrow he will have forgotten it and be very sorry to have given his daughter pain. It was Albert who spoke thus, looking into Gironde's lovely eyes. Albert was the first apprentice whom Master Zacharias had ever admitted to the intimacy of his labours, for he appreciated his intelligence, discretion, and goodness of heart. And this young man had attached himself to Gironde with the earnest devotion natural to a noble nature. Gironde, eighteen years of age, her oval face recalled that of the artless Madonna, whom veneration still displays at the street corners of the antique towns of Brittany. Her eyes betrayed an infinite simplicity. One would love her as the sweetest realisation of a poet's dream. Her apparel was of modest colours, and the white linen which was folded around her shoulders had the tint and perfume peculiar to the linen of the church. She led a mystical existence in Geneva, which had not as yet been delivered over to the dryness of Calvinism. While night and morning she read her Latin prayers in her iron clasped missile, Gironde had also discovered a hidden sentiment in Albert Toon's heart and comprehended what a profound devotion the young workmen had for her. Indeed, the whole world in his eyes was condensed into this old clockmaker's house, and he passed all his time near the young girl when he left her father's workshop after his work was over. Old Scholastique saw all this, but said nothing. Her loquacity exhausted itself in preference on the evils of the times and the little worries of the household. Nobody tried to stop its course. It was with her, as with the musical snuff boxes which they made at Geneva. Once wound up, you must break them before you will prevent their playing all their heirs through. Finding Gironde absorbed in a melancholy silence, Scholastique left her old wooden chair, fixed the taper on the end of a candlestick, lit it, and placed it near a small waxen virgin sheltered in her niche of stone. It was the family custom to kneel before this protecting the Donna of the domestic hearth and to beg her kindly watchfulness during the coming night. But on this evening Gironde remained silent in her seat. Well, well, dear de Moiselle, said the astonished Scholastique, supper is over and it is time to go to bed.  Ah, holy virgin, it's much better to sleep and get a little comfort from happy dreams in these detestable times in which we live. Who can promise herself a fortunate day? I'll we not send for a doctor for my father? asked Gironde. A doctor, cried the old domestic. Has Master Zacharias ever listened to their fancies and pompous sayings? He might accept medicines for the watches, but not for the body. What shall we do? murmured Gironde. Has he gone to work or to rest? Gironde answered Oberth softly.  Do you know what it is, Oberth? Perhaps Gironde. Plus then, cried Scholastique eagerly, economically extinguishing her taper. For several days Gironde, said the young apprentice. Something absolutely incomprehensible has been going on. All the watches which your father has made and sold for some years have suddenly stopped. Very many of them have been brought back to him. He has carefully taken them to pieces, the springs were in good conditions, and the wheels well set. He has put them together yet more carefully, but despite his skill it will not go. The devil is in it! cried Scholastique. Why say you so? asked Gironde. It seems very natural to me. Nothing lasts forever in this world, and the infinite cannot be fashioned by the hands of men. It is nonetheless true, returned Oberth, that there is in this something very mysterious and extraordinary. I have myself been helping Master Zacharias to search for the cause of this derangement of his watches, but I have not been able to find it, and more than once I have let my tools fall from my hands in despair. But why undertake so vain a task? resumed Scholastique. Is it natural that a little copper instrument should go of itself and mark the hours? We ought to have kept to the sundial. You will not talk thus, Scholastique, said Oberth, when you learned that the sundial was invented by Cain. Good heavens, what are you telling me? Do you think, asked Gironde simply, that we might pray to God to give life to my father's watches? Without doubt, replied Oberth. Could they will be useless prayers, muttered the old servant, but heaven will pardon them for their good intent. The taper was relighted. Scholastique, Gironde, and Oberth knelt down together upon the tiles of the room. The young girl prayed for her mother's soul, for a blessing for the night, for travelers and prisoners, for the good and the wicked, and more earnestly than all for the unknown misfortunes of her father. Then the three devout souls rose with some confidence in their hearts, because they had laid their sorrow on the bosom of God. Oberth repaired to his room, Gironde sat pensively by the window, whilst the last lights were disappearing from the city streets. In Scholastique, having poured a little water on the flickering embers and shut the two enormous bolts on the door, threw herself upon her bed, where she was soon dreaming that she was dying of fright. Meanwhile, the terrors of this winter's night had increased. Sometimes, with the whirlpools of the river, the wind engulfed itself among the piles, and the whole house shivered and shook. But the young girl absorbed in her sadness the only of her father. After hearing what Oberth told her, the malady of Master Zacharias took fantastic proportions in her mind, and it seemed to her as if his existence so dear to her, having become purely mechanical, no longer moved on its worn-out pivots without effort. Suddenly, the penthouse shutter, shaken by the squall, struck against the window of the room. Gironde shuttered and started up without understanding the cause of the noise which thus disturbed her reverie. When she became a little calmer, she opened the sash. The clouds had burst and a torrent-like rain patterned on the surrounding roofs. The young girl leaned out of the window to draw to the shutter shaken by the wind, but she feared to do so. It seemed to her that the rain in the river confounding their tumultuous waters were submerging the frail house, the planks of which creaked in every direction. She would have flown from her chamber, but she saw below the flickering of a light which appeared to come from Master Zacharias's retreat. And in one of those momentary combs during which the elements keep a sudden silence, her ear caught plaintive sounds. She tried to shut her window, but could not. The wind violently repelled her like a thief who was breaking into a dwelling. Gironde thought she would go mad with terror. What was her father doing? She opened the door and it escaped from her hands and slammed loudly with the force of the tempest. Gironde then found herself in the dark supper room, succeeded in gaining on tiptoe the staircase which led to her father's shop and pale and fainting glided down. The old watchmaker was upright in the middle of the room which resounded with the roaring of the river. His bristling hair gave him a sinister aspect. He was talking and gesticulating without seeing or hearing anything. Gironde stood on the threshold. It is death, said Master Zacharias in a hollow voice. It is death. Why should I live longer now that I have dispersed my existence over the earth? For I, Master Zacharias, am really the creator of all the watches that I have fashioned. It is a part of my very soul that I have shut up in each of these cases of iron, silver or gold. Every time that one of these accursed watches stops, I feel my heart cease beating for I have regulated them with its pulsations. As he spoke in this strange way, the old man cast his eyes on his bench. There lay all the pieces of a watch that he had carefully taken apart. He took up a sort of hollow cylinder called a barrel in which the spring is enclosed and removed the steel spiral. But instead of relaxing itself, according to the laws of elasticity, it remained coiled on itself like a sleeping viper. It seemed knotted, like the impotent old men whose blood has long been congealed. Master Zacharias vainly assayed to uncoil it with his thin fingers, the outlines of which were exaggerated on the wall. But he tried in vain, and soon, with a terrible cry of anguish and rage, he threw it through the trapdoor into the boiling ron. Drowned, her feet riveted to the floor, stood breathless and motionless. She wished to approach her father, but could not. Giddy hallucinations took possession of her. Suddenly she heard, in the shade, a voice murmur in her ears. Drowned, tear-drowned, grief still keeps you awake?  The night is cold. Albert, whispered the young girl, You, are I not to be troubled by what troubles you? These soft words sent the blood back into the young girl's heart. She leaned on Albert's arm and said to him, My father is very ill, Albert. You alone can cure him, for this disorder of the mind would not yield to his daughter's consolings. His mind is attacked by a very natural delusion, and in working with him, repairing the watches, You will bring him back to reason, Albert, she continued. It is not true, is it, that his life is mixed up with that of his watches? Albert did not reply. But is my father's trade condemned by God? asked Drowned, trembling. I know not, replied the apprentice, Warming the cold hands of the girl with his own.  Drowned slowly returned to her chamber, And remained there till daylight, Without sleep closing her eyelids. Meanwhile, Master Zacharias always mute and motionless, Gazed at the river as it rolled turbulently at his feet. End of Chapter 1, Chapter 2 of Master Zacharias by Jules Verne. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Pride of Science. The severity of the Geneva merchant in business matters has become proverbial. He is rigidly honorable and excessively just. What must then have been the shame of Master Zacharias when he saw these watches which he had so carefully constructed returning to him from every direction? It was certain that these watches had suddenly stopped and without any apparent reason. The wheels were in a good condition and firmly fixed, but the springs had lost all elasticity. Vainly did the watchmaker try to replace them. The wheels remained motionless. These unaccountable derangements were greatly to the old man's discredit. His noble inventions had, many times, brought upon him suspicions of sorcery, which now seemed confirmed. These rumors reached Gironde, and she often trembled for her father when she saw malicious glances directed towards him. Yet, on the morning after this night of anguish, Master Zacharias seemed to resume his work with some confidence. The morning sun inspired him with some courage. Albert hastened to join him in the shop and received an affable, Good day, I am better, said the old man. I don't know what strange pains in the head attacked me yesterday, but the sun has quite chased them away with the clouds of the night. In faith, Master, returned Albert, I don't like the night for either of us. And thou art right, Albert. If you ever become a great man, you will understand that day is as necessary to you as food. A great savant should always be ready to receive the homage of his fellow men. Master, it seems to me that the pride of science has possessed you. Pride, Albert? Destroy my past, annihilate my present, dissipate my future, and then it will be permitted to me to live in obscurity. Poor boy, who comprehends not the sublime things to which my art is wholly devoted, art thou not but a tool in my hands? Yet, Master Zacharias, resumed Albert, I have more than once merited your praise for the manner in which I adjusted the most delicate parts of your watches and clocks. Know thou, Albert, thou art a good workman, such as I love. But when thou workest, thou thinkest thou hast in thy hands but copper, silver, gold. Thou dost not perceive these metals which my genius animates, palpitating like living flesh, so that thou wilt not die with the death of thy works. Master Zacharias remained silent after these words, but Albert assayed to keep up the conversation. Indeed, Master, he said, I love to see you work so unceasingly, you will be ready for the festival of our corporation, for I see that the work on this crystal watch is going forward famously. No doubt, Albert, cried the old watchmaker, and it will be no slight honor for me to have been able to cut and shape the crystal to the durability of a diamond. Ah, Louis Burgum did well to perfect the art of diamond cutting, which has enabled me to polish and pierce the hardest stones. Master Zacharias was holding several small watchpieces of cut crystal and of exquisite workmanship. The wheels, pivots, and case of the watch were of the same material, and he had employed remarkable skill in this very difficult task. Would it not be fine, he said, his face fleshing, to see this watch palpitating beneath its transparent envelope and to be able to count the beatings of its heart? I will wager, sir, replied the young apprentice, that it will not vary a second in a year. And you would wager on a certainty. Have I not imparted to it all that is purest of myself, and does my heart vary? My heart, I say. Albert did not dare lift his eyes to his master's face. Tell me frankly, said the old man sadly, have you never taken me for a mad man? Do you not think me sometimes subject to dangerous folly? Yes, is it not so? In my daughter's eyes and yours, I have often read my condemnation. Oh, he cried as if in pain. To be misunderstood by those whom one most loves in the world, but I will prove victoriously to thee, Albert, that I am right. Do not shake thy head, for thou wilt be astounded. The day on which thou understandest how to listen to and comprehend me, thou wilt see that I have discovered the secrets of existence, the secrets of the mysterious union of the soul with the body. As he spoke thus, Master Zacharias appeared superb in his vanity. His eyes glittered with a supernatural fire, and his pride illumined every feature. And truly, if ever vanity was excusable, what was that of Master Zacharias? The watchmaking art, indeed, down to his time had remained almost in its infancy. From the day when Plato, four centuries before the Christian era, invented the night watch, a sort of clepsidra which indicated the hours of the night by the sound and playing of a flute. The science had continued nearly stationary. The masters paid more attention to the arts than to mechanics, and it was that period of beautiful watches of iron, copper, wood, silver which were richly engraved, like one of Cellini's Ewers. They made a masterpiece of chasing, which measured the time imperfectly, but was still a masterpiece. When the artist's imagination was not directed to the perfection of modeling, it set to work to create clocks with moving figures and melodious sounds, whose appearance took all the attention. Besides, who troubled himself in those days with regulating the advance of time? The delays of the law were not as yet invented. The physical and astronomical sciences had not as yet established their calculations on scrupulously exact measurements. There were neither establishments which were shut at a given hour, nor trains which departed at a precise moment. In the evening their curfew bell sounded, and at night the hours were cried amid the universal silence. Certainly people did not live so long if existence is measured by the amount of business done, but they lived better. The mind was enriched with the noble sentiments born of the contemplation of Sheduvra. They built a church in two centuries, a painter painted but a few pictures in the course of his life. A poet only composed one great work, but these were so many masterpieces for after-ages to appreciate. When the exact sciences began at last to make some progress, watch and clock-making followed in their path. Though it was always arrested by an insurmountable difficulty, the regular and continuous measurement of time. It was in the midst of this stagnation that Master Zacharias invented the escapement, which enabled him to obtain a mathematical regularity by submitting the movement of the pendulum to a sustained force. This invention had turned the old man's head, pride swelling in his heart like mercury in the thermometer had attained the height of transcendent folly. By analogy, he had allowed himself to be drawn to materialistic conclusions, and as he constructed his watches, he fancied that he had discovered the secrets of the union of the soul with the body. Thus, on this day, perceiving that Albert listened to him attentively, he said to him in a tone of simple conviction, Does thou know what life is, my child? Has thou comprehended the action of those springs which produce existence? Has thou examined thyself? No. And yet, with the eyes of science, thou mightest have seen the intimate relation which exists between God's work and my own, for it is from his creatures that I have copied the combinations of the wheels of my clocks. Master, replied Albert eagerly, Can you compare a copper or steel machine with that breath of God which is called the soul, which animates our bodies as the breeze tears the flowers? What mechanism could be so adjusted as to inspire us with thought? That is not the question, responded Master Zacharias gently, but with all the obstinacy of a blind man walking towards an abyss. In order to understand me, thou must recall the purpose of the escapement which I have invented. When I saw the irregular working of clocks, I understood that the movements shut up in them did not suffice and that it was necessary to submit them to the regularity of some independent force. I then thought that the balance wheel might accomplish this, and I succeeded in regulating the movement. Now, was it not a sublime idea that came to me to return to it its lost force by the action of the clock itself which it charged with regulating? Albert made a sign of ascent. Now, Albert, continued the old man, growing animated, Cast thine eye upon thyself. Does thou not understand that there are two distinct forces in us, that of the soul and that of the body, that is a movement and a regulator? The soul is the principle of life, that is then the movement. Whether it is produced by a weight, by a spring, or by an immaterial influence, it is nonetheless in the heart. But without the body, this movement would be unequal, irregular, impossible. Thus the body regulates the soul and, like the balance wheel, it is submitted to regular oscillations. And this is so true that one falls ill when one's drink, food, sleep, in a word the fluctuations of the body, are not properly regulated, just as in my watches the soul renders to the body the force lost by its oscillations. Well, what produces this intimate union between soul and body if not a marvelous escapement by which the wheels of the one work into the wheels of the other? This is what I have discovered and applied, and there are no longer any secrets for me in this life which is, after all, only an ingenious mechanism. Master Zacharias looks sublime in this hallucination which carried him to the ultimate mysteries of the infinite. But his daughter, drawn, standing on the threshold of the door, had heard all. She rushed into her father's arms and he pressed her convulsively to his breast. What is the matter with thee, my daughter? he asked. If I had only a spring here? said she, putting her hand on her heart. I would not love you as I do, father. Master Zacharias looked intently at Geron. It did not reply. Suddenly he uttered a cry, carried his hand eagerly to his heart and fell fainting down on his old leathered chair. Father, what is the matter? Help! cried Albert, Scolastic. But Scolastic did not come at once. Someone was knocking at the front door. She had gone to open it. Then she returned to the shop before she could open her mouth the old watchmaker, having recovered his senses, spoke. I divine, my Scolastic, that you bring me still another of those accursed watches which have stopped. Lord, it is true enough! replied Scolastic, handing a watch to Albert. My heart could not be mistaken. The old man with a sigh. Meanwhile Albert carefully wound up the watch. But it would not go. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 of Master Zacharias by Jules Verne This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A Strange Visit Poor Geronde would have lost her life with that of her father had it not been for the thought of Albert who still attached her to the world. The old watchmaker was, little by little, passing away. His faculties evidently grew more feeble as he concentrated them on a single thought. By a sad association of ideas he referred everything to his monomania and a human existence seemed to have departed from him to give place to the extra-natural existence of the immediate powers. Moreover, certain malicious rivals revived the sinister rumors which had spread concerning his labors. The news of the strange derangements which his watches betrayed had a prodigious effect upon the clockmakers of Geneva. What signified the sudden paralysis of their wheels and why these strange relations which they seemed to have with the old man's life? These were the kinds of mysteries which people never contemplate without a secret terror. In the various classes of the town from the apprentice to the great Lord who used the watches of the old horologist there was no one who could not himself judge of the singularity of the fact. The citizens wished but in vain to get to see Master Zacharias. He fell very ill and this enabled his daughter to withdraw him from those incessant visits which had degenerated into reproaches and recriminations. Medicines and physicians were powerless in the presence of this organic wasting away the cause of which could not be discovered. It sometimes seemed as if the old man's heart had ceased to beat then the pulsations were resumed with an alarming irregularity. A custom existed in those days of publicly exhibiting the works of the masters. The heads of the various corporations sought to distinguish themselves by the novelty or the perfection of their productions. And it was among these that the condition of Master Zacharias excited the most lively because the most interested commiseration. His rivals pitied him the more willingly because they feared him the less. They never forgot the old man's success when he exhibited his magnificent clocks with moving figures, his repeaters which provoked general admiration and commanded such high prices in the cities of France, Switzerland and Germany. Meanwhile, thanks to the constant and tender care of Gerand and Albert his strength seemed to return a little and in the tranquility in which his convalescence left him he succeeded in detaching himself from the thoughts which had absorbed him. As soon as he could walk his daughter lured him away from the house which was still besieged with dissatisfied customers. Albert remained in the shop vainly adjusting and readjusting the rebel watches and the poor boy completely mystified sometimes covered his face with his hands fearful that he, like his master, might go mad. Gerand let her father toward the more pleasant promenades of the town. With his arm resting on hers she conducted him sometimes through the quarter of St. Antoine the view from which extends towards the colony hill and over the lake on fine mornings they caught sight of the gigantic peaks of Mount Buet against the horizon. Gerand pointed out these spots to her father who had well nigh forgotten even their names his memory wandered and he took a childish interest in learning anew what had passed from his mind. Master Zacharias leaned upon his daughter and the two heads, one white as snow and the other covered with rich golden tresses met in the same ray of sunlight. So it came about that the old watchmaker at last perceived that he was not alone in the world as he looked upon his young and lovely daughter and on himself old and broken. He reflected that after his death she would be left alone without support. Many of the young mechanics of Geneva had already sought to win Gerand's love but none of them had succeeded in gaining access to the impenetrable retreat of the watchmaker's household. It was natural then that during this lucid interval the old man's choice should fall on Albert Thune. Once struck with this thought he remarked to himself that this young couple had been brought up with the same ideas and the same beliefs and the oscillations of their hearts seemed to him as he said one day to Scholastique I saw Crenus. The old servant, literally delighted with the word though she did not understand it swore by her holy patron saint the whole town should hear it within a quarter of an hour. Master Zacharias found it difficult to calm her but he made her promise to keep on this subject a silence which she was never known to observe. So though Gerand and Albert were ignorant of it all Geneva was soon talking of their speedy union but it also happened that while the worthy folk were gossiping a strange chuckle was often heard and a voice saying Gerand will not wed Albert. If the talkers turned round they found themselves facing a little old man who was quite a stranger to them. How old was this singular being? No one could have told. People conjecture that he must have existed for several centuries and that was all. His big flat head rested upon shoulders the width of which was equal to the height of his body. This was not above three feet. This personage would have made a good figure to support a pendulum for the dial would have naturally been placed on his face and the balance wheel would have oscillated at its ease in his chest. His nose might readily have been taken for the style of a sundial for it was narrow and sharp. His teeth far apart resembled the cogs of a wheel and ground themselves between his lips. His voice had the metallic sound of a bell. You could hear his heartbeat like the tick of a clock. This little man whose arms moved like the hands on a dial walked with jerks without ever turning round. If anyone followed him it was found that he walked a league an hour and that his course was nearly circular. This strange being had not long been seen wandering or rather circulating around the town but it had already been observed that every day at the moment when the sun passed the meridian he stopped before the cathedral of St. Pierre and resumed his course after the twelve strokes of noon had sounded. Accepting at this precise moment he seemed to become a part of all the conversations in which the old watchmaker was talked of and people asked each other in terror what relation could exist between him and Master Zacharias. It was remarked too that he never lost sight of the old man and his daughter while they were taking their promenades. One day Gironde perceived this monster looking at her with a hideous smile. She clung to her father with a frightened motion. What is the matter, my Gironde? asked Master Zacharias. I do not know, replied the young girl. But thou art changed, my child. Art thou going to fall ill in thy turn? Ah, well, he added with a sad smile. Then I must take care of thee and I will do it tenderly. Oh, Father, it will be nothing. I am cold and I imagine that it is... What, Gironde? The presence of that man who always follows us. She replied in a low tone. Master Zacharias turned towards the little old man. Faith, he goes well, said he with the satisfied air. For it is just four o'clock. Fear nothing, my child. It is not a man. It is a clock. Gironde looked at her father in terror. How could Master Zacharias read the hour on this strange creature's visage? By the by. continued the old watchmaker, paying no further attention to the matter. I have not seen Albert for several days. He has not left us, however, Father, said Gironde, whose thoughts turned into a gentler channel. What is he doing, then? He is working. Ah, cried the old man. He is at work repairing my watches. Is he not? But he will not succeed. For it is not repair they need, but a resurrection. Gironde remained silent. I must know, added the old man. If they have brought back any more of those accursed watches upon which the devil has sent this epidemic. After these words, Master Zacharias fell into complete silence till he knocked at the door of his house, and for the first time since his convalescence descended to his shop, while Gironde sadly repaired to her chamber. Just as Master Zacharias crossed the threshold of his shop, one of the many clocks suspended on the wall struck five o'clock. Usually, the bells of these clocks, admirably regulated as they were, struck simultaneously, and this rejoiced the old man's heart. But on this day the bells struck one after another, so that for a quarter of an hour the ear was deafened by the successive noises. Master Zacharias suffered acutely. He could not remain still, but went from one clock to the other and ate the time to them like a conductor who no longer has control over his musicians. When the last had ceased striking, the door of the shop opened, and Master Zacharias shuttered from head to foot to see before him the little old man who looked fixedly at him and said, Master, may I not speak with you for a few moments? Who are you? asked the watchmaker abruptly. A colleague. It is my business to regulate the sun. Ah, you regulate the sun, replied Master Zacharias eagerly without wincing. I can scarcely compliment you upon it. Your sun goes badly, and in order to make ourselves agree with it, we have to keep putting our clocks forward so much or back so much. And by the cloven foot, cried this weird personage. You are right, my Master. My sun does not always mark noon at the same moment as your clocks, but someday it will be known that this is because of the inequality of the Earth's transfer and the mean noon will be invented which will regulate this irregularity. Shall I live till then? asked the old man with glistening eyes. Without doubt, replied the little old man laughing. Can you believe that you will ever die? Alas, I am very ill now. Ah, let us talk of that. Bye, Beelzebub. That will lead to just what I wish to speak to you about. Saying this, the strange being leaped upon the old leather chair and carried his legs one under the other after the fashion of the bones which the painters of funeral hangings cross beneath Death's head. Then he resumed in an ironical tone. Let us see, Master Zacharias, what is going on in this good town of Geneva? They say that your health is failing and that your watches have need of a doctor. Ah, do you believe that there is an intimate relation between their existence and mine? cried Master Zacharias. Why, I imagine that these watches have faults, even vices. If these wantons do not preserve a regular conduct, it is right that they should bear the consequences of their irregularity. It seems to me that they have need of reforming a little. What do you call faults? asked Master Zacharias, reddening at the sarcastic tone in which these words were uttered. Have they not a right to be proud of their origin? Not too proud, not too proud, replied the little old man. They bear a celebrated name and an illustrious signature is graven on their cases, it is true, and theirs is the exclusive privilege of being introduced among the noobless families. But for some time they have got out of order and you can do nothing in the matter, Master Zacharias, and the stupidest apprentice in Geneva could prove it to you. To me, to me, Master Zacharias, cried the old man with a flush of outraged pride. To you, Master Zacharias, you who cannot restore life to your watches. But it is because I have a fever and so have they also, replied the old man as a cold sweat broke out upon him.  Die? No, for you yourself have said it. I cannot die. I, the first watchmaker in the world, I, who by means of these pieces and diverse wheels have been able to regulate the movement with absolute precision. Have I not subjected time to exact laws and can I not dispose of it like a despot before a sublime genius had arranged these wandering hours regularly in what vast uncertainty was human destiny plunged? At what certain moment could the acts of life be connected with each other? But you, man or devil, whatever you may be, have never considered the magnificence of my art which calls every science to its aid. No, no, I, Master Zacharias cannot die, for I have regulated time. Time would end with me. It would return to the infinite once my genius has rescued it, and it would lose itself irreparably in the abyss of nothingness. No, I can no more die than the creator of this universe that's admitted to his laws. I have become his equal. I have partaken of his power. If God has created eternity, Master Zacharias has created time. The old watchmaker now resembled the fallen angel, defiant in the presence of the creator. The little old man gazed at him and even seemed to breathe into him this impious transport. Well said, Master, he replied, Bielsebub had less right than you to compare himself with God. Your glory must not perish, so your servant here desires to give you the method of controlling these rebellious watches. What is it? What is it? cried Master Zacharias. You shall know on the day after that on which you have given me your daughter's hand. My Drawn. Herself. My daughter's heart is not free. replied Master Zacharias, who seemed neither astonished nor shocked at this strange demand. Bah! She is not the least beautiful of watches, but she will end by stopping also. My daughter. My Drawn. No. Well, return to your watches, Master Zacharias. Adjust them and readjust them. Get ready the marriage of your daughter and your apprentice. Temper your springs with your best steel. Bless Aubart and pretty Drawn. But remember, your watches will never go and Drawn will not wed Aubart. Thereupon the little old man disappeared, but not so quickly that Master Zacharias could not hear six o'clock strike in his breast. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Master Zacharias by Jules Verne. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Church of St. Pierre. Meanwhile, Master Zacharias became more feeble in mind and body every day. An unusual excitement indeed impaled him to continue his work more eagerly than ever, nor could his daughter entice him from it. His pride was still more roused after the crisis to which his strange visitor had hurried him so treacherously, and he resolved to overcome by the force of genius the malign influence which weighed upon his work and himself. He first repaired to the various clocks of the town which were confided to his care. He made sure, by a scrupulous examination, that the wheels were in good condition, the pivots firm, the weights exactly balanced. Every part, even to the bells, was examined with the minute attention of a physician studying the breast of a patient. Nothing indicated that these clocks were on the point of being affected by inactivity. Drond and Auber often accompanied the old man on these visits. He would no doubt have been pleased to see them eager to go with him, and certainly he would not have been so much absorbed in his approaching end, had he thought that his existence was to be prolonged by that of these cherished ones, and had he understood that something of the life of a father always remains in his children. The old watchmaker, on returning home, resumed his labors with feverish seal. Though persuaded that he would not succeed, it yet seemed to him impossible that this could be so, and he unceasingly took to pieces the watches which were brought to his shop and put them together again. Auber tortured his mind in vain to discover the causes of the evil. Master, he said, this can only come from the wear of the pivots and gearing.  Are these watches children's work? Was it last I should hurt my fingers that I worked the surface of the copper pieces in the lathe? Have I not forged these pieces of copper myself so as to obtain a greater strength? Or not these springs tempered to a rare perfection? Could anybody have used finer oils than mine? You yourself must agree that it is impossible, and you avow in short that the devil is in it. From morning till night, discontented purchasers besieged the house, and they got access to the old watchmaker himself who knew not which of them to listen to. The watch loses, and I cannot succeed in regulating it, said one. This, said another, is absolutely obstinate. It stands still as did Joshua's son. If it is true, said most of them, that your health has an influence on that of your watches, Master Zacharias, get well as soon as possible. The old man gazed at these people with haggard eyes and only replied by shaking his head, or by a few sad words. Wait till the first fine weather, my friends. The season is coming which revives existence in weary bodies. We want the sun to warm us all. A fine thing if my watches are to be ill through the winter, said one of the most angry.   It happened at last that the old man, abashed by these reproaches, took some pieces of gold from his old trunk and began to buy back the damaged watches. At news of this, the customers came in a crowd and the poor watchmaker's money fast melted away, but his honesty remained intact. Durand warmly praised his delicacy, which was leading him straight toward ruin, and Albert soon offered his own savings to his master. What will become of my daughter? said Master Zacharias, clinging now and then in the shipwreck to his paternal love. Albert dared not answer that he was full of hope for the future and of deep devotion to Durand. Master Zacharias would have that day called him son-in-law and thus refuted the sad prophecy which still buzzed in his ears. Durand will not wed Albert. By this plan, the watchmaker at last succeeded in entirely despoiling himself. His antique vases passed into the hands of strangers. He deprived himself of the richly carved panels which adorned the walls of his house. Some primitive pictures of the early Flemish painters soon ceased to please his daughter's eyes. And everything, even the precious tools that his genius had invented, were sold to indemnify the clamorous customers. Skolastik alone refused to listen to reason on the subject, but her efforts failed to prevent the unwelcome visitors from reaching her master and from soon departing with some valuable object. Then her chattering was heard in all the streets of the neighborhood where she had long been known. She eagerly denied the rumors of sorcery and magic on the part of Master Zacharias, which gained currency, but as at the bottom she was persuaded of their truth, she set her prayers over and over again to redeem her pious falsehoods. It had been noticed that for some time the old watchmaker had neglected his religious duties. Time was when he had accompanied Geron to church and had seemed to find in prayer the intellectual charm which it imparts to thoughtful minds, since it is the most sublime exercise of the imagination. This voluntary neglect of holy practices added to the secret habits of his life had in some sort confirmed the accusations leveled against his labors. So, with the double purpose of drawing her father back to God and to the world, Geron resolved to call religion to her aid. She thought that it might give some vitality to his dying soul, but the dogmas of faith and humility had to combat in the soul of Master Zacharias an insurmountable pride, and came into collision with that vanity of science which connects everything to itself without rising to the infinite source whence first principles flow. It was under these conditions that the young girl undertook her father's conversion, and her influence was so effective that the old watchmaker promised to attend high mass at the cathedral on the following Sunday. Geron was in an ecstasy as if heaven had opened to her view. Old Scolastic could not contain her joy and at last found irrefutable arguments against the gossiping tongues which accused her master of impiety. She spoke of it to her neighbors, her friends, her enemies, to those whom she knew not as well as to those whom she knew. In faith, we can scarcely believe what you tell us, Dame Scolastic, they replied. Master Zacharias has always acted in concert with the devil. You have encountered then, replied the old servant, the fine bells which strike for my master's clocks, how many times have they struck the hours of prayer and of mass? No doubt they would reply, but has he not invented machines which go all by themselves and which actually do the work of a real man? Could a child of the devil, exclaimed Dame Scolastic wrathfully, have executed the fine iron of the Chateau de Andernat which the town of Geneva was not rich enough to buy? A pious motto appeared at each hour and the Christian who obeyed them would have gone straight to paradise. Is that the work of the devil? This masterpiece, made twenty years before, had carried Master Zacharias's fame to its acme. But even then there had been accusations of sorcery against him. But at last the old man's visit to the cathedral ought to reduce malicious tongues to silence. Master Zacharias, having doubtless forgotten the promise made to his daughter, had returned to his shop after being convinced of his powerlessness to give life to his watches. He resolved to try if he could not make some new ones. He abandoned all those useless works and devoted himself to the completion of the crystal watch, which he intended to be his masterpiece. But in vain did he use his most perfect tools and employ rubies and diamonds for resisting friction. The watch fell from his hands the first time he attempted to wind it up. The old man concealed the circumstance from everyone, even from his daughter, but from that time his health rapidly declined. There were only the last oscillations of a pendulum, which goes slower when nothing restores its original force. It seemed as if the laws of gravity acting directly upon him were dragging him irresistibly down to the grave. The Sunday, so ardently anticipated by Gerand at last arrived. The weather was fine and the temperature and spiriting. The people of Geneva were passing quietly through the streets, gaily chatting about the return of spring. Gerand, tenderly taking the old man's arm, directed her steps toward the cathedral while Scolastic followed behind with the prayer books. People looked curiously at them as they passed. The old watchmaker permitted himself to be led like a child or rather like a blind man. The faithful of Saint Pierre were almost frightened when they saw him cross the threshold and shrank back at his approach. The chance of high mass were already resounding through the church. Gerand went to her accustomed bench and kneeled with profound and simple reverence. Master Zacharias remained standing upright beside her. The ceremonies continued with majestic solemnity of that faithful age, but the old man had no faith. He did not implore the pity of heaven with cries of anguish to the curiae. He did not, with the glory in excelsis, sing the splendours of the heavenly heights. The reading of the testament did not draw him from his materialistic reverie, and he forgot to join in the homage of the credo. This proud old man remained motionless, as insensible and silent as a stone statue. And even at the solemn moment when the bell announced the miracle of transubstantiation, he did not bow his head, but gaze directly at the sacred host, which the priest raised above the heads of the faithful. Gerand looked at her father, and a flood of tears moistened her missile. At this moment the clock of Saint Pierre struck half past eleven. Master Zacharias turned quickly toward this ancient clock, which still spoke. It seemed to him as if its face was gazing steadily at him. The figures of the hours shown as if they had been engraved in lines of fire, and the hands shot forth electric sparks from their sharp points. The mass ended. It was customary for the Angelus to be said at noon, and the priests, before leaving the altar, waited for the clock to strike the hour of twelve. In a few moments this prayer would ascend to the feet of the virgin. But suddenly a harsh noise was heard. Master Zacharias uttered a piercing cry, the large hand of the clock having reached twelve had abruptly stopped, and the clock did not strike the hour. Gerand hastened to her father's aid. He had fallen down motionless, and they carried him outside the church. It is a death blow, murmured Gerand, sobbing. When he had been born home, Master Zacharias lay upon his bed, utterly crushed. Life seemed only to still exist on the surface of his body, like the last whiffs of smoke about a lamp just extinguished. When he came to his senses, Ober and Gerand were leaning over him. In these last moments, the future took in his eyes the shape of the present. He saw his daughter alone without a protector. My son, he said to Ober, I give my daughter to thee. So sang, he stretched out his hands towards his two children, who were thus united at his deathbed. But soon Master Zacharias lifted himself up in a paroxysm of rage. The words of the little old man recurred to his mind. I do not wish to die, he cried. I cannot die. I, Master Zacharias, ought not to die. My books, my accounts. With these words he sprang from his bed towards a book in which the names of his customers and the articles which had been sold to them were inscribed. He seized it and rapidly turned over its leaves, and his emaciated finger fixed itself on one of the pages. There, he cried, there, this old iron clock sold to Panaccio. It is the only one that has not been returned to me. It still exists, it goes, it lives. Aha, I wish for it. I must find it. I will take such care of it that death will no longer seek me. And he fainted away. Albert and Gerand knelt by the old man's bedside and prayed together. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of Master Zacharias by Jules Verne This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Hour of Death Several days passed and Master Zacharias though almost dead, rose from his bed and returned to active life under a supernatural excitement. He lived by pride. But Gerand did not deceive herself. Her father's body and soul were forever lost. The old man got together his last remaining resources without thought of those who were dependent upon him. He betrayed an incredible energy walking, ferreting about and mumbling strange incomprehensible words. One morning Gerand went down to his shop. Master Zacharias was not there. She waited for him all day. Master Zacharias did not return. Gerand wept bitterly, but her father did not reappear. Albert searched everywhere through the town and soon came to the sad conviction that the old man had left it. Let us find my father, cried Gerand when the young apprentice told her this sad news. Where can he be? Albert asked himself. An inspiration suddenly came to his mind. He remembered the last words which Master Zacharias had spoken. The old man only lived now in the old iron clock that had not been returned. Master Zacharias must have gone in search of it. Albert spoke of this to Gerand. Let us look at my father's book, she replied. They descended to the shop. The book was open on the bench. All the watches or clocks made by the old man and which had been returned to him because they were out of order were stricken out accepting one. So to M. Pinacchio an iron clock with bell and moving figures sent to his chateau at Andernot. It was this moral clock of which Scolestique had spoken with so much enthusiasm. My father is there, cried Gerand. Let us hasten thither, replied Albert. We may still save him. Not for this life, murmured Gerand. But at least for the other. By the mercy of God, Gerand, the chateau of Andernot stands in the gorge of the dense Dumiti, twenty hours from Geneva. Let us go. That very evening, Albert and Gerand, followed by the old servant, set out on foot by the road which skirts Lake Liman. They accomplished five leagues during the night, stopping neither at Bessinge nor at Ormans, where rises the famous chateau of the mayors. They, with difficulty, forded the torrent of the Danes and everywhere they went they inquired for Master Zacharias and were soon convinced that they were on his track. The next morning, at daybreak, having passed Tunon, they reached Evion, once the Swiss territory may be seen extended over twelve leagues. But the two betrothed did not even perceive the enchanting prospect. They went straight forward, urged on by a supernatural force. Albert, leaning on a naughty stick, offered his arm alternately to Gerand and to Scolastique, and he made the greatest efforts to sustain his companions. All three talked of their sorrow, of their hopes and thus passed along the beautiful road by the waterside and across the narrow plateau which unites the borders of the lake with the heights of the chalet. They soon reached Bouvore, where the Rhône enters the Lake of Geneva. On leaving this town, they diverged from the lake and their weariness increased amid these mountain districts. Viona, Chesa, Colombe, half-lost villages were soon left behind. Meanwhile, their knees shook and their feet were lacerated by the sharp points which covered the ground like brushwood of granite. But no trace of Master Zacharias. He must be found, however, and the two young people did not seek repose either in the isolated hamlets or at the chateau of Montet, which, with its dependencies, formed the appenage of Margaret of Savoy. At last, late in the day, and half-dead with fatigue, they reached the hermitage of Notre-Dame-du-Sex, which is situated at the base of the dense Dumiddy, 600 feet above the Rhône. The hermit received the three wanderers as night was falling. They could not have gone another step, and here they must need rest. The hermit could give them no news of Master Zacharias. They could scarcely hope to find him still living amid these sad solitudes. The night was dark, the wind howled amid the mountains and the avalanches roared down from the summits of the broken cracks. Albert and Gerand, crouching before the hermit's hearth, told him their melancholy tale, their mantles covered with snow or drying in a corner, and without the hermit's dog barked legubriously and mingled his voice with that of the tempest. Pride, said the hermit to his guests, has destroyed an angel created for good. It is the stumbling block against which the destinies of man strike. You cannot reason with pride the principle of all the vices since, by its very nature, the proud man refuses to listen to it. It only remains then to pray for your father. All four knelt down when the barking of the dog redoubled and someone knocked at the door of the hermitage. Open, in the devil's name! The door yielded under the blow and a disheveled, haggard, ill-clothed man appeared. My father, cried Gerand. It was Master Zacharias. Where am I? said he. In eternity, time has ended, the hours no longer strike, the hands have stopped. Father, returned Gerand, with so piteous an emotion that the old man seemed to return to the world of the living. Thou here, Gerand? he cried. And thou, Albert, ah, my dear betrothed ones, you are going to be married in our old church. Father, said Gerand, seizing him by one arm, come home to Geneva, come with us. The old man tore away from his daughter's embrace and hurried towards the door on the threshold of which the snow was falling in large flakes. Do not abandon your children, cried Albert. Why return? replied the old man sadly. To those places which my life has already quitted and where a part of myself is forever buried. Your soul is not dead, said the hermit solemnly. My soul, oh, no, its wheels are good, I perceive it beating regularly. Your soul is immaterial, your soul is immortal, replied the hermit sternly. Yes, like my glory, but it is shut up in the chateau of Andernat, and I wish to see it again. The hermit crossed himself. Scolastic became almost inanimate. Albert held Gerand in his arms. The chateau of Andernat is inhabited by one who is lost, said the hermit, one who does not salute the cross of my hermitage. My father, go not thither. I want my soul, my soul is mine. Hold him, hold my father, cried Gerand. But the old man had leaped across the threshold and plunged into the night, crying, Mine, mine, my soul. Gerand, Albert, and Scolastic hastened after him. They went by difficult paths across which Master Zacharias sped like a tempest urged by an irresistible force. The snow raged around them and mingled its white flakes with the froth of the swollen torrents. As they passed the chapel erected in memory of the massacre of the Theban Legion, they hurriedly crossed themselves. Master Zacharias was not to be seen. At last the village of Eviona appeared in the midst of this sterile region. The hardest heart would have been moved to see this hamlet lost among these horrible solitudes. The old man sped on and plunged into the deepest gorge of the dense timidity which pierced the sky with their sharp peaks. Soon a ruin, old and gloomy as the rocks at its base, rose before him. It is there, there! He cried, hastening his pace still more frantically. The chateau of Andernot was a ruin even then. A thick crumbling tower rose above it and seemed to menace with its downfall the old gables which reared themselves below. The vast piles of jagged stones were gloomy to look on. Several dark halls appeared amid the debris with caved-in ceilings now become the abode of vipers. A low and narrow postern, opening upon a ditch choked with rubbish, gave access to the chateau. Who had dwelt there? None knew. No doubt some margrave, half lord, half brigand, had sojourned in it. To the margrave had succeeded bandits or counterfeit coiners who had been hanged on the scene of their crime. The legend went that, on winter nights, Satan came to lead his diabolical dances on the slope of the deep gorges in which the shadow of these ruins was engulfed. But Master Zacharias was not dismayed by their sinister aspect. He reached the postern. No one forbade him to pass. A spacious and gloomy court presented itself to his eyes. No one forbade him to cross it. He passed along the kind of inclined plain which conducted to one of the long corridors whose arches seemed to banish daylight from beneath their heavy springings. His advance was unresisted. Drowned, Ober and Skolastik closely followed him. Master Zacharias, as if guided by an irresistible hand, seemed sure of his way and strode along with rapid step. He reached an old worm-eaten door which fell before his blows, whilst the bats described oblique circles around his head. An immense hall, better preserved than the rest, was soon reached. High, sculptured panels on which serpents, ghouls, and other strange figures seemed to distort themselves confusedly covered its walls. Several long and narrow windows, like loopholes, shivered beneath the bursts of the tempest. Master Zacharias, unreaching the middle of this hall, uttered a cry of joy. On an iron support, fastened to the wall, stood the clock in which now resided his entire life. This unequaled masterpiece represented an ancient Roman church with buttresses of raw iron, with a heavy bell tower where there was a complete chime for the anthem of the day, the Angelus, the Mass, Vespers, Complin, and the Benedictine. Above the church door which opened at the hour of the services was placed a rose in the center of which two hands moved, and the archvult which reproduced the twelve hours of the face sculptured in relief. Between the door and the rose, just as Scholastique had said, a maxim relative to the employment of every moment of the day appeared on a copper plate. Master Zacharias had once regulated the succession of devices with a really Christian solicitude. The hours of prayer, of work, of repast, of recreation, and of repose followed each other according to the religious discipline, and were to infallibly ensure salvation to him who scrupulously observed their commands. Master Zacharias, intoxicated with joy, went forward to take possession of the clock when a frightful roar of laughter resounded behind him. He turned, and by the light of a smoky lamp recognized the little old man of Geneva. You here? cried he. Geronde was afraid. She drew closer to Ober. Good day, Master Zacharias, said the monster. Who are you? Signor Pinacchio, at your service. You have come to give me your daughter. You have remembered my words. Geronde will not wed Ober. The young apprentice rushed upon Pinacchio who escaped from him like a shadow. Stop, Ober! cried Master Zacharias. Good night! said Pinacchio, and he disappeared. My father, let us fly from this hateful place! cried Geronde. My father! Master Zacharias was no longer there. He was pursuing the phantom of Pinacchio across the rickety quarters. Scolasticed, Geronde and Ober remained, speechless and fainting in the large gloomy hall. The young girl had fallen upon a stone seat, the old servant knelt beside her and prayed. Ober remained erect, watching his betrothed. Pale lights wandered in the darkness and the silence was only broken by the movements of the little animals which lived in the old wood and the noise of which marks the hours of death watch. When light came, they ventured upon the endless staircase which wound beneath these ruined masses. For two hours they wandered thus without meeting a living soul and hearing only a far-off echo responding to their cries. Sometimes they found themselves buried a hundred feet below the ground and sometimes they reached places once they could overlook the wild mountains. Chance brought them at last back again to the vast hall which had sheltered them during this night of anguish. It was no longer empty. Master Zacharias and Pinacchio were talking there together, the one upright and rigid as a corpse, the other crouching over a marble table. Master Zacharias, when he perceived Geronde, went forward and took her by the hand and led her towards Pinacchio, saying, Behold your lord and master, my daughter. Geronde, behold your husband. Geronde shuddered from head to foot. Never, cried Albert, for she is my betrothed. Never responded Geronde like a plaintive echo. Pinacchio began to laugh. You wish me to die then, exclaimed the old man.  And this man tells me, When I have thy daughter, this clock shall belong to thee. And this man will not rewind it. He can break it and plunge me into chaos. Ah, my daughter, you no longer love me. My father, murmured Geronde, recovering consciousness. If you only knew what I have suffered far away from this principle of my existence, resumed the old man. Perhaps no one looked after this timepiece. Perhaps its springs were left to wear out, its wheels to get clogged. But now, in my own hands, I can nourish this health so dear, for I must not die. I, the great watchmaker of Geneva. Look, my daughter, how these hands advance with certain step. See, five o'clock is about to strike. Listen well, and look at the maxim which is about to be revealed. Five o'clock struck with a noise which resounded sadly in Geronde's soul, and these words appeared in red letters. You must eat of the fruit of the tree of science. Ober and Geronde looked at each other stupefied. These were no longer the pious sayings of the Catholic watchmaker. The breath of Satan must have passed over it. But Zacharias paid no attention to this and resumed. Dost thou hear, my Geronde? I live, I still live. Listen to my breathing. See my blood circulating in my veins. No, thou wouldst not kill thy father, and thou wilt accept this man for thy husband, so that I may become immortal. And at last attain the power of God. At these blasphemous words, old Scolastice crossed herself, and Pinacchio laughed aloud with joy. And then, Geronde, thou wilt be happy with him. See this man? He is time. Thy existence will be regulated with absolute precision. Geronde, since I gave thee life, give life to thy father. Geronde, murmured Ober, I am thy betrothed. He is my father, replied Geronde fainting. She is thine, said Master Zacharias. Pinacchio, thou wilt keep thy promise. Here is the key of the clock, replied the horrible man. Master Zacharias seized the long key, which resembled an uncoiled snake, and he ran to the clock, which he hastened to wind up with fantastic rapidity. The creaking of the spring jarred upon the nerves. The old watchmaker wound and wound the key without stopping for a moment, and it seemed as if the movement were beyond his control. He wound more and more quickly with strange contortions until he fell from sheer weariness. There, it is wound up for a century. He cried. Ober rushed from the hall as if he were mad. After long wandering, he found the outlet of the hateful chateau and hastened into the open air. He returned to the hermitage of the Notre Dame du Sex and talked so despairingly to the holy recluse that the latter consented to return with him to the chateau of Andernot. If, during these hours of anguish, Geronde had not wept, it was because her tears were exhausted. Master Zacharias had not left the hall. He ran every moment to listen to the regular beating of the old clock. Meanwhile, the clock had struck and to Scolastic's great terror, these words appeared on the silver face. Man ought to become the equal of God. The old man had not only not been shocked by these impious maxims, but read them deliriously and flattered himself with thoughts of pride whilst Pinacchio kept close by him. The marriage contract was to be signed at midnight. Geronde, almost unconscious, saw or heard nothing. The silence was only broken by the old man's words and by the chuckling of Pinacchio. Eleven o'clock struck. Master Zacharias shuddered and read in a loud voice, Man should be the slave of science and sacrifice to it relatives and family. Yes, he cried, there is nothing but science in this world. The hand slipped over the face of the clock with the hiss of a serpent and the pendulum beat with accelerated strokes. Master Zacharias no longer spoke. He had fallen to the floor, his throat rattled and from his oppressed bosom came only these half-broken words, life, science. The scene had now two new witnesses, the hermit and aubur. Master Zacharias lay upon the floor, Geronde was praying beside him, more dead than alive. Of a sudden, a dry hard noise was heard, which preceded the strike. Master Zacharias sprang up. Midnight, he cried. The hermit stretched out his hand toward the old clock and midnight did not sound.  Who shall ever attempt to make himself the equal of God shall be forever damned. The old clock burst with a noise like thunder and the springs escaping leaped across the hall with a thousand fantastic contortions. The old man rose, ran after it trying in vain to seize it exclaiming, My soul, my soul. The spring bounded before him first on one side then on the other and he could not reach it. At last, Pinaccio seized it and uttering a horrible blasphemy engulfed himself in the earth. Master Zacharias fell backwards. He was dead. The old watchmaker was buried in the midst of the peaks of Andernot. Then Ober and Geronde returned to Geneva and during the long life which God accorded to them made it a duty to redeem by prayer the soul of the castaway of science.


Hello and welcome to the session in which we will discuss the concept of the third and non-recognized gains and losses To say it in another way. We're gonna have to differentiate between what is recognized and what's realized simply put We're gonna have a realized gain and part of that realized gain will be recognized So we need to understand what is realized and what's recognized well Let's do a quick review of what we already learned We learned that if we take the amount realized what is the amount realized it's called the consideration received So when we sell an asset when we sell a piece of property We're gonna be receiving something and we talked about we have one whole session and about amount realized for simplicity I'm just gonna say we only received cash just to kind of get started here We received one hundred thousand dollar cash for something that we sold then we take the amount realized Then we deduct from that the adjusted basis of the property again We had a session computing the adjusted basis of the property. Let's assume the adjusted basis is 70,000 what we have under those circumstances We received 100,000 the adjusted space the adjusted basis is 70. We have a realized gain of 30,000 That's actually what happened the gain is realized That's what actually happened. We sold something for a hundred thousand with an adjusted basis of 70 Now that 30,000 May not be taxable Why well for many reasons we're gonna see why that's what the whole lecture is about The gain the whole gain or some of the gain might be the third What does the third the third means push it down into the future push it down to the future It means like kick the can down don't recognize the gain now We're gonna recognize it later or it might be the gain not taxable by law for some reason non taxable So after we deduct the deferred and non taxable and let's assume for the sake of this example 10,000 is the third What's left is recognized? recognized is the amount that is Taxable taxable means that's the amount that's gonna go on the tax return and increase our taxable income So of the 30,000 simply put what we did we have a 30,000 of realized 10,000 of it is the third the third means we're gonna Push it down to the push it down the road and how do we do that? We'll see later on. What does that mean? How do we execute this 10,000 in? Pushing it down the road and the 20,000 is actually we can say taxable taxable now So this is the deferred you can look at it in another way is taxable later, and you will see how it's taxable later Now same concept will be with a loss. So let's assume we sold something for a hundred thousand and the adjusted basis was 130 now we have a realized loss of 30,000 same concept That loss could be Deferred for later and sometime it may not be allowed all together by law and whatever is left Let's assume 10,000 is the third what's left is recognized It means this 20,000 of losses will be deductible because it's recognized That's the amount that that we are going to deduct on the income tax return It's deductible. So this is the concept realized versus recognized before we proceed any further I have a public announcement about my company farhat lectures comm Farhat accounting lectures is a supplemental educational tool That's gonna help you with your CPA exam preparation as well as your accounting courses My CPA material is aligned with your CPA review course such as Becker Roger Wiley Gleam miles my accounting courses are aligned with your accounting courses broken down by chapter and topics my resources consists of Lectures multiple choice questions through false questions as well as exercises go ahead start your free trial today No obligation no credit card required Now we're gonna look at a list of transactions that create those deferred gains and deferred losses to the furl and non-taxable gain generally stem from the following transaction Qualified like kind exchanges and we're gonna have a one-hole session about this 1031 exchanges Involuntary conversions the sale of properties principle residents divorce property settlement installment sales and believe me we're gonna have a session for involuntary conversion Taxpayer principles of residence sale divorce divorce property settlement will be very short and installment sales at the same also Buying the treasury capital treasury capital and stock transaction as well Also in contrast to the third and this allowed losses generally stem from Related party transactions, which is where you cannot either have to defer or not take the loss The disposition of personal use property for example by law you cannot get the loss and wash sales Transaction so notice every time I have a list if you know anything about far hat I'm gonna go over this list in detail step by step Starting with qualified like kind exchange What should you do now go to far hat lectures whether you you are a CPA or an enrolled agent candidate or a student start to work? 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Pretty good, hope you are. Oh, I'm doing all right. Mansfield-Nerkson came down and dumped this CIA stuff in my lap. They said, what you had to do with it, but they said they were going to do. They said, that's the fool thing I ever saw. I told them that I didn't ever want to order anybody. They didn't tell any secrets to anyone that they didn't trust. Well, the rules are the same. Take care of the situation. In fact, no matter why, it's not in your domain. I want to talk to you about it before I give my answer. I told them that I wasn't supposed to give any such instructions. I want to think it over. Derkson said he didn't make an ought to Mansfield. I asked him, I said, what would you do if you were in my shape? He said, that's a very difficult matter. He wouldn't take a position. Well, he'd take a strong position. He told me he was struggling in favor of doing it just way and all. And I said, well, he brought this up. I said, well, of course you've got something out. I don't have any control over it. Everybody wants to appoint a subcommittee. He can appoint it. And the president wants to order the CIA to spill his guts to anybody in the world while he's got a right to do that. So it's out of my hands. I've got no control over it. What do you think about giving it to this Clark Clifford committee? They've been doing it. Would you or Clifford's going to come in the administration, I think? I could just abolish that committee and just tell them I don't think you'd trouble there. There's too many got supervision now. Leave it up to the ones that got it under the rules of the Congress. Well, we've got the votes fine there.  Just that little disarmament cry of the Nelson government, oh, they've got 25 votes or maybe 35. But I've got plenty to beat them. I think you're on the high ground when you just say that's the internal matter, isn't it? And you just don't feel that they're limited to the legislation there. I don't think they're going to say that. Oh, Mansfield is red hot on it until he talks. What's happening in Georgia? The legislature, I could just tie it up and run it, but none of them are. It's about 35 or 6% more to get out. I gave you some good advice on that. He's not advising that now. We've got until we get a government, until we get it propped up. Nobody really has. I think the government's straightening stuff out pretty well out there. Well, that's it. It's on its way to doing it. I think he's going to have one. We did a pretty good job there. Did it help? Good job. I'm sure it cost us a lot of money, but we did a good job. Well, it must have cost us a bit of the Cuba. You know, it's not cost us as much as the best investment we've made. They've got them. Washington Post, New York Times, whatever they say so. Just like in Brazil or Chile, any other place that they got it in. But, of course, the Russians know more about our major system than I do. They know more about everything that happens. And they know that we've got a very strong system. It's weakening greatly the way they run it. It's going to be sort of... Don't you believe that this system is stronger than it was when we came into office?  Yes, but what you mean is being weak and losing ground now. Well, of course, it's losing ground. It's losing ground all the time because of your position on the reserves, but these reserves, you're picking and pulling all the people out of Europe and sending them over there and filling them up with... We ain't got a shirt they'll pull out of Europe. I'm not sure. Well, I would get 17.15. I don't amount to that. So we exchanged. Don't we move them around back in and out? No, I know, but you put a lot of draftees in there. But, by the way, you don't put some of those people from Europe in these reserve divisions and take these reservists out and let them go to fight. It's something I can't understand because there's nothing... You may get a request up there some morning. There's nothing in combat like having a man that knows what he's doing somewhere along with a squad of 7-8 men. I don't know what they're doing. Well, I don't know the reserves. I don't know. But if I got a man that sits up there and testifies like he thinks these 6 reserve divisions and 12 reserve gates are just equal to anything in the United States or in the world, anywhere else, and I don't know damn well they aren't. I've been out with them. The first place in weeks, we tried to call them up by God.   I'm in favor of calling them up selectively. And we wasn't anymore and get them up until by God, they'd have to go back and we just... All we do is satisfy OJ Carlson and that'd be the only one we're doing. I didn't even get a call and I didn't even know his position. Oh, man, man.  I know what they're having about this. They've been doing it by keeping the reserves compartmentalized like they are now. They tell me that they only got... He's got one old man over there, Carlson, who thought he couldn't get along with them for a while until they showed him what he had and wake him up now. I think he's happy and satisfied. He doesn't think... If we called him up, you'd have to give us legislation. We can get legislation if we don't have to because you can just proclaim an empty dimension. Yeah, I could. I could get us an available big war and I'd go to messing around there too. I don't know what kind of agreements these folks got with the Russians. I want to be awful careful about... Well, I agree with you on that as far as making a declaration of war, but anything short of that, I don't think it's dangerous. No, I'm...  You're going to say, hey, I can't do it over about 12 months and 14 months.  It wasn't the need of calling him up. I put that 12 months in there. But it's going to be 24 months now, just like a draftee, if I have anything to do with it. Well, you can write your ticket on it and you better give it plenty of time because I may... You know about the fella, don't you, that made the speech on sex? Well, that's all I can do now is make a speech on it. I remember that talk back, but it's... Did I ever tell you that story? No. Well, the fella came home one night and he's late and his wife's laying up waiting for him about midnight and said, where in the hell have you been? And he about half done, he apologized and said, well, honey, I stopped off at the club and said, they all got to drinking. They asked me to make him a speech and I made him a speech. She said, what did you talk about? He said, aviation. I said, we're talking about putting an aviation service in the company and I talked to him about aviation. She turned over and went on to sleep. The next day she went down to grocery store and the woman came and said, oh, God said your husband must have made a wonderful speech last night. I said, my husband came home midnight, wake me up, turn me over and said, oh, we had a wonderful evening. She got down to the checker and started to check out her groceries.  I said, my husband says the most inspiring speech here. And the third one she got in the car told her the same thing.  He knows very little about the subject.   He just had two experiences.  I've had more experiences now, but it has been in the past. You better hold on to your hats.  We may have to have 10 or 15 billion dollars. We may have to spend 30 billion, Mr. President. We may have to have 10 or 15 billion more. We may have to have reserve legislation. We may have to have a big tax bill. I'm ready right now to bring in the appropriations for it. And I think it'd be better than using that damn dollar law that Mr. McNamara's going to use. But I'm willing to go either way. We can get the appropriation. I can get it done. I've talked to George May on it. He says he can get it through the house. Don't you think I'd be in a hell of a shape if I called up the reserves between now and... I don't need to call him up as an organization, Mr. President. I wouldn't do that at all. I wouldn't call up this division or that brigade. I would just mix up a lot of these people I'd call them up as individuals under the MOS, just like you'd call them up these creptes. Because you've got a sanctuary there for all of these, or there's 400,000 of them yet that are in these reserve organizations. And they're the best brains and they're the best boys, basically. They all came up when we wasn't having a scrap scraped the bottom of the barrel. And we ought to mix them up and send some of these... bring some of these boys. They've done that 12 months back from beating them and put them in these divisions where these divisions will be ready to fight. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll put them in these divisions that have ever fought in here and there's just... proper cops said that they can get out of here and hold that on with anybody because they haven't got any experience with them. Let me make a deal with you. I'll work on the reserve thing and follow your suggestions on that. If you follow mine, I'll let me call up everybody. They'll let me draft all of them. Give me a little step program like you promised me one time. You made me a firm commitment and then ran out on it. That's right. That's what you told me, Frank. It's $12,500.    I'm going to do it for the hundred and so thousand. You'll call them up today. I don't want you fussing at them. I don't want their critical words. Not one. And I think you're going to waste a lot of money on them. No, that's all right. I don't always do. Army don't cost as much as Shriver. That's right. That's Shriver. Oh, of course not. Well, Shriver's the most attractive man ever in the agency that there's national government. He has the most vision. Are you and Berkson going to keep my budget in terms this year? Keep what? Keep my budget within bounds this year? No. I don't think it's going to be possible to do that. Well, I think you could. You've got about four billion. They've raised it now. I don't know what the committee is, man. I know somebody that you can't touch. One of it you can't touch. It's GI Bill because all of them run about it. You just got scared to death. I was ready to vote against that. You just got scared to death. You just got scared to death. Somebody running against you down there. That's Shriver. I didn't think he was going to do that. It's GI Bill this far. Thank you. Everybody's trashed me the whole time. Everybody's parked in the middle of nowhere, and all they heartcut and what I did was I joined them. I ended up in a plane, and I went about it. I told them I was going to put one out. I said one out. Not a. That's Tim. Yeah.


So we had the SID display week here at Radiant, and who are you? I'm James Wheeler. So what are you showing here? Sure, this is our two-camera system for essentially measuring OLED devices. So we have two cameras because the resolution of these devices is just so high that we're going to need two of our highest resolution photometers to measure this. But essentially we measure one half of the display with each camera and we stitch those two images together. Is it very high megapixel or? That's right, these both are 29 megapixel each. And then what's special about those machines right here that you have? So essentially they're just super high accuracy imaging photometers. So very low noise, so you got a great signal noise ratio, high dynamic range. What's a photometer compared to like a camera or something? So essentially a photometer means you can only get brightness information out of it. You can't essentially see what type of color it is. For color you'd want to use an I-series, but for the specific application it has to be the Y-series. Are you checking if the AMOLED display is in uniform intensity of brightness? Exactly, so typically for monochromatic LEDs that's used in the sub-pixels due to the manufacturing process it's very hard to achieve consistent brightness output for each individual sub-pixel. So what we can do is we can step through with our software, we can measure each half of the display, and we can have a sequence built up here where we can measure the brightness at each varying gray level for each color. And then from that information with our algorithms we're able to create correction factors that we could push to a manufacturer's display and then they could essentially level out the display so it looks very uniform to the eye. So how do they level out? This is OLED, right? That's right. The AMOLED smartphone market. So how do you improve their displays? Is that what you do? Exactly, so using this kind of system what we would do is calculate those correction factors and then we would push that to their display. So however way they have it set up to where they could handle the data that we would give them, they could use those correction factors to then scale each individual sub-pixel by the appropriate amount such that to the eye it looks very uniform. Would they have a machine like this in the factory or you have this in your headquarters and you just remotely help them? No, so it'd be in their factory. That'd be a total complete turnkey solution we provide to the customer. Do they have to check every single phone or no? Like what for every batch of displays? Sure, I mean it all depends on the customer's needs but typically that would be something they'd want to do ideally is to check everyone along that process. Nice, and let's walk over here. There's a cool machine around here. Let's go through this machine right here. So this is part of our new advanced vision technology that we've got going on right now. So essentially this is just simulating a product assembly line and so what we're able to do is as it's continuously moving we're still able to capture images really quickly. Over the PCB and everything inside? That's right. So this is kind of the stage where it's being assembled still. Is this real production product like it's out there? That's right. So as you can see from these images as they go through we take an image and then you're able to detect the presence or you know non-presence I guess of certain components like if they're missing or if they're not in the right position that kind of thing so we can automatically detect all these things like different tables. Is this an AI algorithm? That's right, we have advanced algorithms used to kind of detect each of these components and with this new platform you're able to kind of drop in different types of you know find certain shapes or find a barcode that kind of thing. So that's your slogan, see the difference. Is it a lot about vision, measuring stuff? It's all kinds of applications including take the strut off that's just for the harsh lighting. So yeah, so we're really trying to branch out to all kinds of different markets. Historically we've been more into the typical flat panel display inspection measuring the brightness and color of those but you know recently with all this new emerging technology for things like augmented reality and virtual reality we're really trying to create new optics for instance so this is our own in-house design for a lens that actually simulates the human eye so we have an entrance people of the lens that's right at the end of the lens rather than typically in the back as is normal for regular lenses but this allows you to get it right in the goggles so it simulates just like an eye would see so you can actually see a field of view out to and then you can analyze the performance of these VR headsets. That's right so we can actually analyze the performance in a fully assembled complete product rather than you know analyzing that at just you know at the lens level you know kind of disassembled. What is this one? So this one is kind of similar to the OLED dimer solution the two camera solution we just talked about specifically that we're showcasing you know this new emerging technology which is the micro LED very similar to OLED devices except you know they can essentially very tiny LEDs and on a very flexible thin film that are used for back lighting for all kinds of different devices. So you are ready for the micro LED? That's right. And if you walk around a little bit more over here so this one is testing tablets? Yeah so unfortunately right now we're having an issue with the motor to control this turntable but the whole point of this demo essentially is just to showcase that we're leaders in kind of you know the whole production process so we can integrate with a customer's fixtures for like the production line so we can communicate with the fixture to control things such as automatic loading of the DUTs, the displays under test and then you know based on that we can automatically trigger image acquisition and then running the special analyses that they want to run for qualifying these types of devices. For tablet kind of devices? Yeah exactly, it could be really anything and this is just kind of highlighting the fact that we're well versed in integrating with these special fixtures. So how much does it cost one of those cameras? Or they're not cameras right? Yeah they're cameras. CCG based. Is there a secret? There'll probably be a question for a sales guy but yeah. It's something that factories buy. That's right, yeah. It's not for like reviewers of consumer electronics. Could they be using that to kind of like have numbers on their reviews that says this is a better phone than that one because it has a better display? Yeah no this is definitely, this is like a scientific great camera so it'd be kind of too expensive for the normal people. Yeah that's right. Let's go over here. This is for the HUD. So for this one we're measuring an aftermarket heads up display that you can fix right on top of your dashboard and then so it has a projected image out a few feet that we're able to actually capture that image and then run some special analyses on that as well. So for instance you can kind of see too we have an image right now of this pedometer that it projects out we're able to capture that and we can we can automatically detect each part of that image and run specific analyses on that. Sparkle. So this is another automotive related kind of setup here where based on these anti-glare and anti-reflective coatings that get placed over automotive displays that really helps to cut out the glare and things but it causes this, it might be kind of hard to see but it causes a kind of modeled recall like a sparkly effect on the front of the panel so we're able to capture images of these and then run our tests to essentially characterize the amount of sparkle that's apparent to the human eye and then rank these so we can really essentially matching up to a human visual inspector to characterize which DUT is better. Where are you based? The headquarters. So we're based in Redmond, Washington. And does the whole display industry everybody uses Radiant? Pretty much for the world leaders in display inspection. World leader. There's another one here. That's right. This is a big one. This is another one of our brand new optics here so we have a flat panel display conoscope lens so it's essentially able to in one measurement capture the light emission at all angles up to plus or minus 70 degrees so rather than traditionally requiring the device to be mounted to a goniometer where we could rotate the display up to 360 degrees and then capture the output at all those angles that can be very time consuming so this is able to do it in one shot at least up to plus or minus 70 degrees. It's a special new lens design just for this application. That's right. And what's next? What's the biggest challenge right now? This is kind of it. It's trying to meet the demand of our customers. There's so much new emerging technology like augmented reality. Markology. Exactly. Automotive is really kind of exploding with new stuff like the instrument clusters, heads up displays. Flexible displays. That's right. Flexible ones. Are you going to be measuring those? That I guess remains to be seen so we're still kind of exploring all of our options. There's so many things like the crease, the flex, the performance of those plastic-based displays that kind of hang out. There's so much you could be doing I guess with the factory automation stuff. That's right. And that is kind of the biggest challenge I guess is trying to respond to the market changes and being there first with the leading technology that we can offer. So you have an R&D? Yeah, that's right. R&D, what do you do? So I'm typically more responsible for the software so for kind of that turntable thing I'd be more responsible for helping create essentially a custom solution for a customer where they have very specific needs on the fixed stream. They need something specific to happen when, you know, how they want to control the camera, especially as adults they might want to get out of that. So I'm kind of involved in that process. And your company is involved in Asia and everywhere? That's right. All over the world. A lot of market share in Asia.