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1929 · PDF PAGE 39

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…hrob of his envenomed pulse, the reflection in con- sciousness of his blood-beat. I became conscious of his intense longing for death to end the torture. The blood circulated ever slower and more painfully; I could feel him hoping for the end. This dreadful rose-dawn suddenly greyed and sick- ened with doubt. Hope sank to its nadir; fear rose like a dragon, with leaden wings. Suppose, thought he, that after all death does not end me! I cannot express this conception. It is not that the heart sank, it had nowhither to sink; it knew itself im- mo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 47

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… bowels of hell, into whose seething convolutions Arthur sank deeper, ever deeper. The magnitude of this experience is not to be ap- prehended by the human mind as we know it. I was convinced that an end must come, for me, with the cre- mation of the body. I was infinitely glad that he had di- rected this to be done. But for him, end and beginning seemed to have no meaning. Through it all I seemed to hear the real Arthur's thought. “Though all this is I, yet it is only an accident of me; I stand behind it all, im- mune, eternal.” It must not be…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 15

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…nse at all; it was a cruel practical joke!” “But how,” said Bevan getting into his carriage and looking back, “how did you escape in the end?” “By a stratagem,” replied the Irishman, and jumped into another compartment.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 49

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…e phenomena were varied, they were yet recognized as essentially the same. All human tasks are lightened by the certainty that they must end. Even our joys would be intolerable were we convinced that they must endure, through irksomeness and dis- gust, through weariness and satiety, even for ever and for evermore. In this inhuman, this praeterdiabolic in- ferno was a wearisome repetition, a harping on the same hateful discord, a continuous nagging whose inter- vals afforded no relief, only a suspense brimming with the anticipation of some fresh…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 30

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…yet still I was able to read every thought of his mind. On our holiday in North Wales at Easter one year we separated for a week, at the end of that week he to be on the leeward, I on the windward side of Tryfan, at an appointed hour, he there to open and read to himself a sealed packet given him by “some stranger met at Pen-y-Pass during the week.” The ex- periment was entirely successful; I reproduced every word of the document. If the “telepathy” is to be viti- ated, it is on the theory that I had previously met the “stranger” and read from …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 50

The Stratagem and Other Stories

it can deal with numbers by ratiocination, it cannot ap- prehend them by direct impression. It requires a highly trained intelligence to distinguish between fifteen and sixteen matches on a plate without counting them. In death this limitation is entirely removed. Of the infinite content of the Universe every item was separately real- ized. The brain of Arthur had become equal in power to that attributed by theologians to the Creator; yet of ex- ecutive power there was no seed. The impotence of man before circumstance was in him magnified indef…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 34

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…llied. The dim sight grew dimmer, the speech slower and thicker, the headaches more persistent and acute. Torpor succeeded to his old splendid energy and ac- tivity; his days became continual lethargy ever deepen- ing towards coma. Convulsions now and then alarmed me for his immediate danger. Sometimes his breath came hard and hissing like a snake in anger; towards the end it assumed the Cheyne- Stokes type in bursts of ever-increasing duration and severity. In all this, however, he was still himself; the horror that was and yet was not himself…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 35

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ouched by all that I may suffer; I can always think; you can always read my——” The voice broke off sharply to inquire, “But will it ever end?" as if some one had spoken to it. And then I heard the laugh. The laugh that I had heard by Magda-

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1929 · PDF PAGE 31

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ng self, for one occurred in the afternoon, when he was out shooting, and not in the least asleep. The last of them occurred towards the end of the October term. He was lecturing as usual, I was at home, lethargic after a too heavy breakfast following a wakeful night. I saw suddenly a picture of the lecture-room, enormously greater than in reality, so that it filled all space; and in the rostrum, bulging over it in all direc-

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1929 · PDF PAGE 42

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…The condi- tions of “digestion” were new to Arthur, he had no rea- son to suppose, no data from which to calculate the dis- tance of, an end. It is impossible to do more than sketch this process; as he was absorbed, so did his consciousness expand into that of the “demon”; he became one with all its hunger and corruption. Yet always did he suffer as him- self in his own person the tearing asunder of his finest

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