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Ostensibly an elaborately systematized medical treatise dealing with various morbid mental states — their causes, symptoms, and cures — the Anatomy is much more: a compendium of memorable utterances on the human condition in general, compiled from classical, scholastic, and contemporary sources. For this edition, the editors carefully selected passages of the most psychological and general interest, eliminating the nonessential material but retaining the incomparable humor, eccentric charm, imagination, and thought-provoking appeal of the original.
In short, readers will find here the essence of Burton's vast book — the passages that, according to noted scholar W. H. D. Rouse, reveal the author's "eternal freshness, his own ingenuous interest, [and] his boyish delight in a good story."
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5For just going off on tangent after tangent after tangent and somehow just not really up or caring if you get lost in it...get lost in it with him...
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5incomparable, unique
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I've been reading the Anatomy for years off and on and I don't doubt that I'll continue reading it off and on for many years to come. It's really a world unto itself -- and not a small world at that, even though it is very much the picture of one man's mind. And it's a world that's strange and wonderful, confusing and infuriating, fascinating and boring, but one that I wouldn't want to have not known.A note on the edition: The Folio edition of the Anatomy is well worth owning, if you like spending time with Burton and plan to continue the relationship. Besides all of the usual niceties of the usual run of Folio editions, there's something here that's particularly useful: the typesetting. With all of the quotations and notes that are an integral part of this sprawling text, it's much easier to read when it's properly set.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the longest book I've read in a while, it seems like I've been reading it forever. This version comes in 3 volumes, the first being around 440 pages the second around 250, and the third over 400 again. All in all, over a thousand pages, not including the references, of which there must be at least a couple of hundred pages worth. The only other book comparable to this in length that I've read recently was the Golden Bough, which was almost as daunting a read as this was. I did find parts of this book a little hard going, but the variety of topics that the author goes at length to discuss helps keep it interesting. The pages while small are full of dense text, and it will take a long time to finish. The number of sources quoted is absolutely astonishing, and this is why a significant number of pages in each volume go toward the reference sections. Following in the scholastic tradition, most of the citations come from ancient greek and medieval philosophers and scholars. Although many of the quotes are in latin, this copy has the translations for nearly all of them included, which is useful. The author also seems to keenly appreciate poetry, and many of the quotes are in verse, from such as Homer and Virgil, which is a nice touch. The work provides a fine insight into renaissance thought, and all the prevalent ideas of the time, which will be of interest to anyone who likes a bit of history. People don't write books like this anymore, the author seems to be an expert at everything, and this is one of the things that puts this book in a class of its own. The author is keen on his mythology too, and regularly the Greek and Roman gods and charaters from myths and plays are brought up, so those with a classical leaning should appreciate the book too. I'd recommend this book to anyone with plenty of time on their hands, and patience, who enjoys reading.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Where to you begin on this one... You must have this! I am reading this currently, and probably will be for much of the rest of my life. When it is billed as "The best book ever written"... you kinda gotta have it on your shelf, don't ya think? :-)
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5How to cure melancholia...
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I was very intrigued by the excellent (non-LT) reviews I read before buying this book. But I must say that it was unfortunately a complete deception. I cannot understand why this book should be taken to a desert island, as many readers (LTers & others) claim... It might be because my knowledge of Latin & Greek, & of the classics is not thorough enough. In my present state of knowledge, & although I salute Robert Burton's 'tour de force', I found the digestion of the 3 partitions particularly heavy... I might try again in 20 or 30 years, who knows?
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Where to begin discussing this book? How about again and again? For it begs never to be put down, and if finished (as if that's even possible) to be picked up again and pored over. Again. And again. And again . . . It got Samuel Jonson out of bed earlier than he wished. It kept me up later than I wished, and still "reading" it in my mind over and over again, musing on the insanity of it - the brilliant, always entertaining, enlightening, LIGHTING bolts of language and thought crammed so mercilessly between two covers. It won't drive you mad, though, or mess with your humours, unless, of course, a sense of one you don't have - a bricolage (I think) to be devoured ravenously and chewed interminably like an everlasting gobstopper - a joy to exhaust your mind and body by . . .
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book sat behind my chair after I had it bound, for forty years, and I read from it every few days. A great book, but a dipper: too dense to plow through, Latin quotations and all, but rewarding in pieces, like the Bible and, say, Gilbert White (Natural History of Selbourne). Originally one of he four "humors" like "Blood/ Sanguinary" that determine personality--"sanguine" being out-going, optimisic-- "Melancholy" or black bile broadens here to include what we call "psychology" or psychotropic disease, for instance, "love melancholy," which Freud placed squarely as the foundation stone of psychiatry--and now, arguably, results in crossing and transgressing gender. But Burton also reflects on the scholar's work, more poorly paid than "one who curls hair." Grand discussions, say, of whether fatty meat is unhealthy, or how to avoid heart problems. Constipation has a long chapter in Pt II, but Pt one has, halfway through, a long discussion of specific foods and their effects--sort of Master Chef meats Dr. Oz. "Generally, all such meats as are hard of digestion breed melancholy. Artaeus lib7 cap5 reckons up heads and feet, bowels, brains, marrow, fat, skins...They are rejected by Isaac, lib2.part.3...Milk, and all that comes of milk, as butter and cheese, curds, etc. increase melancholy (whey only excepted, which is most wholesome); some except asses' milk" (Vintage '77. p219). Burton begins with general observations: "The Turkes deride us, we them; Italians Frenchmen, accounting them light-headed fellows." He seems to relate the mind or soul to melancholy's effects here.The two other Galenic humors not so far mentioned are choleric and phlegmatic. Many law-enforement programs now focus on the choleric, and half of all TV-advertised medicines treat the phlegmatic. A general observation for our time: "Nimirum insanus paucis videatur:Maxima pars hominum morbo iactatur eodem." When all are crazy, who can distinguish the mad?
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Reality should be snared, at least where it is convenient. Burton demanded browsers and I obliged. I did not read this book sequentially. Nor was any effort made to complete this book cover-to-cover. It was read in a flourish of skips and delights: anti-oedpian piercing and parsing. Gazes, gouges and gatherings, baby. I will return to this for the rest of my life.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a book that I view as a reference work in the sense that I read it a bit at a time. I refer to it as the need arises whether due to my own melancholy or to a reference in another work. This is a massive creation of genius and a lifetime of thought. It deserves my continuing devotion and meditation on its content and meaning.
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The Essential Anatomy of Melancholy - Robert Burton
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THE ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY
A SATIRICAL PREFACE CONDUCING TO THE FOLLOWING DISCOURSE
DEMOCRITUS JUNIOR
To the Reader
GENTLE Reader, I presume thou wilt be very inquisitive to know what antic or personate actor this is, that so insolently intrudes upon this common theatre, to the world’s view, arrogating another man’s name; whence he is, why he doth it, and what he hath to say; although I am a free man born, and may choose whether I will tell; who can compel me? If I be urged, I will as readily reply as that Egyptian in Plutarch, when a curious fellow would needs know what he had in his basket. It was therefore covered, because he should not know what was in it.
Seek not after that which is hid ; if the contents please thee, and be for thy use, suppose the Man in the Moon, or whom thou wilt, to be the Author
; I would not willingly be known. Yet in some sort to give thee satisfaction, which is more than I need, I will show a reason, both of this usurped name, title, and subject. And first of the name of Democritus; lest any man, by reason of it, should be deceived, expecting a pasquil, a satire, some ridiculous treatise (as I myself should have done), some prodigious tenet, or paradox of the earth’s motion, of infinite worlds, in an infinite waste, so caused by an accidental collision of motes in the sun, all which Democritus held, Epicurus, and their master Lucippus of old maintained, and are lately revived by Copernicus, Brunus, and some others. Besides, it hath been always an ordinary custom, as Gellius observes, "for later writers and imposters, to broach many absurd and insolent fictions, under the name of so noble a philosopher as Democritus, to get themselves credit, and by that means the more to be respected. ’Tis not so with me.
Thou thyself art the subject of my discourse.
My intent is no otherwise to use his name, than Mercurius Gallobelgicus, Mercurius Britannicus, use the name of Mercury, Democritus Christianus, etc. ; although there be some other circumstances for which I have masked myself under this vizard, and some peculiar respect which I cannot so well express, until I have set down a brief character of this our Democritus, what he was, with an Epitome of his life.
Democritus, as he is described by Hippocrates and Laertius, was a little wearish old man, very melancholy by nature, averse from company in his latter days, and much given to solitariness, a famous philosopher in his age, coœvus with Socrates, wholly addicted to his studies at the last, and to a private life: wrote many excellent works, a great divine, according to the divinity of those times, an expert physician, a politician, an excellent mathematician, as Diacosmus and the rest of his works do witness. He was much delighted with the studies of husbandry, saith Columella, and often I find him cited by Constantinus and others treating of that subject. He knew the natures, differences of all beasts, plants, fishes, birds; and, as some say, could understand the tunes and voices of them. In a word, he was a general scholar, a great student; and to the intent he might better contemplate, I find it related by some, that he put out his eyes, and was in his old age voluntarily blind, yet saw more than all Greece besides, and writ of every subject. A man of an excellent wit, profound conceit; and to attain knowledge the better in his younger years he travelled to Egypt and Athens, to confer with learned men, admired of some, despised of others.
After a wandering life, he settled at Abdera, a town in Thrace, and was sent for thither to be their lawmaker, Recorder, or town-clerk as some will; or as others, he was there bred and born. Howsoever it was, there he lived at last in a garden in the suburbs, wholly betaking himself to his studies and a private life, saving that sometimes he would walk down to the haven, and laugh heartily at such variety of ridiculous objects, which there he saw.
Thus Democritus esteemed of the world in his time, and good cause he had. Never so much cause of laughter as now, never so many fools and madmen. ’Tis not one Democritus will serve turn to laugh in these days; we have now need of a Democritus to laugh at Democritus
; one jester to flout at another, one fool to flare at another: a great stentorian Democritus, as big as that Rhodian Colossus. For now the whole world plays the fool; we have a new theatre, a new scene, a new comedy of errors, a new company of personate actors, where all the actors are madmen and fools, and every hour change habits, or take that which comes next. He that was a mariner to-day, is an apothecary to-morrow; a smith one while, a philosopher another; a king now with his crown, robes, sceptre, attendants, by and by drove a loaded ass before him like a carter, etc. If Democritus were alive now, he should see strange alterations, a new company of counterfeit vizards, whifflers, Cumane asses, maskers, mummers, painted puppets, outsides, fantastic shadows, gulls, monsters, giddy-heads, butterflies.
How would our Democritus have been affected to see a wicked caitiff, or fool, a very idiot, a funge, a golden ass, a monster of men, to have many good men, wise men, learned men to attend upon him with all submission, as an appendix to his riches, for that respect alone, because he hath more wealth and money, and to honour him with divine titles, and bombast epithets,
to smother him with fumes and eulogies, whom they know to be a dizzard, a fool, a covetous wretch, a beast, etc., because he is rich?
To see a filthy loathsome carcass, a Gorgon’s head puffed up by parasites, assume this unto himself, glorious titles, in worth an infant, a Cuman ass, a painted sepulchre, an Egyptian temple? To see a withered face, a diseased, deformed, cankered complexion, a rotten carcass, a viperous mind, and Epicurean soul set out with orient pearls, jewels, diadems, perfumes, curious elaborate works, as proud of his clothes as a child of his new coats; and a goodly person, of an angel-like divine countenance, a saint, an humble mind, a meek spirit clothed in rags, beg, and now ready to be starved? To see a silly contemptible sloven in apparel, ragged in his coat, polite in speech, of a divine spirit, wise ? another neat in clothes, spruce, full of courtesy, empty of grace, wit, talk nonsense ?
To see a man wear his brains in his belly, his guts in his head, an hundred oaks on his back, to devour a hundred oxen at a meal, nay more, to devour houses and towns, or as those anthropophagi, to eat one another.
To see a man roll himself up like a snowball, from base beggary to right worshipful and right honourable titles, unjustly to screw himself into honours and offices; another to starve his genius, damn his soul to gather wealth, which he shall not enjoy, which his prodigal son melts and consumes in an instant.
To see an hirsute beggar’s brat, that lately fed on scraps, crept and whined, crying to all, and for an old jerkin ran of errands, now ruffle in silk and satin, bravely mounted, jovial and polite, now scorn his old friends and familiars, neglect his kindred, insult over his betters, domineer over all.
To see a scholar crouch and creep to an illiterate peasant for a meal’s meat; a scrivener better paid for an obligation; a falconer receive greater wages than a student; a lawyer get more in a day than a philosopher in a year, better reward for an hour, than a scholar for a twelvemonth’s study; him that can paint Thais, play on a fiddle, curl hair, etc., sooner get preferment than a philologer or a poet.
To see a fond mother, like Æsop’s ape, hug her child to death, a wittol wink at his wife’s honesty, and too perspicuous in all other affairs; one stumble at a straw, and leap over a block; rob Peter, and pay Paul; scrape unjust sums with one hand, purchase great manors by corruption, fraud and cozenage, and liberally to distribute to the poor with the other, give a remnant to pious uses, etc. Penny wise, pound foolish; blind men judge of colours; wise men silent, fools talk; find fault with others, and do worse themselves; denounce that in public which he doth in secret; and severely censure that in a third, of which he is most guilty himself.
To see a poor fellow, or an hired servant venture his life for his new master that will scarce give him his wages at year’s end; A country colone toil and moil, till and drudge for a prodigal idle drone, that devours all the gain, or lasciviously consumes with phantastical expenses; A noble man in a bravado to encounter death, and for a small flash of honour to cast away himself; A worldling tremble at an executor, and yet not fear hell-fire; To wish and hope for immortality, desire to be happy, and yet by all means avoid death, a necessary passage to bring him to it.
To see wise men degraded, fools preferred, one govern towns and cities, and yet a silly woman overrules him at home; Command a province, and yet his own servants or children prescribe laws to him, as Themistocles’ son did in Greece; What I will (said he) my mother will, and what my mother will, my father doth.
To see horses ride in a coach, men draw it; dogs devour their masters; towers build masons; children rule; old men go to school ; women wear the breeches; sheep demolish towns, devour men, etc. And in a word, the world turned upside downward. O viveret Democritus !
How would he have been confounded? Would he, think you, or any man else, say that these men were well in their wits? Can all the hellebore in the Anticyræ cure these men? No sure, an acre of hellebore will not do it.
I will now briefly run over some few sorts and conditions of men. The most secure, happy, jovial, and merry in the world’s esteem are princes and great men, free from melancholy: but for their cares, miseries, suspicions, jealousies, discontents, folly and madness, I refer you to Xenophon’s Tyrannus, where king Hieron discourseth at large with Simonides the poet, of this subject. Of all others they are most troubled with perpetual fears, anxieties, insomuch that, as he said in Valerius, if thou knewest with what cares and miseries this robe were stuffed, thou wouldst not stoop to take it up.
Next in place, next in miseries and discontents, in all manner of hair-brain actions, are great men, procul a Jove, procul a fulmine, the nearer the worse. If they live in court, they are up and down, ebb and flow with their princes’ favours, now aloft, to-morrow down, like so many casting counters, now of gold, to-morrow of silver, that vary in worth as the com-putant will; now they stand for units, to-morrow for thousands; now before all, and anon behind. Beside, they torment one another with mutual factions, emulations : one is ambitious, another enamoured, a third in debt, a prodigal, overruns his fortunes, a fourth solicitous with cares, gets nothing,