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…dfold deeper. The sense of consecution itself was destroyed; things se- quent appeared as things superposed or concurrent spa- tially; a new dimension unfolded; a new destruction of all limitation exposed a new and unfathomable abyss. To all the rest was added the bewilderment and fear which earthly agoraphobia faintly shadows forth; and at the same time the close immurement weighed upon him, since from infinitude there can be no escape. Add to this the hopelessness of the monotony of the
1929 · PDF PAGE 54
…lim memi- nisse juvabit, and there is at least one modern writer thoroughly conversant with pessimism who is very opti- mistic. But the new facts which I here submit over- thrown the whole argument; they cast a sword of infi- nite weight on that petty trembling scale. 2. This is my general complaint, and that of all research students on the one hand and imaginative writers on the other. We can only express a new idea by combining two or more old ideas, or by the use of metaphor; just so any number can be formed from two others. James Hinton ha…
1929 · PDF PAGE 41
…- dicate one's reason. It marked the final futile struggle of his will. The demon caught and crunched him, and the noisy delirium began anew. My flesh and blood rebelled. Taken with a deathly vomit, I rushed from the room, and resolutely, for a whole hour, diverted my sensorium from thought. I had always found that the slightest trace of tobacco smoke in a room greatly disturbed my power. On this occasion I puffed cigarette after cigarette with excellent effect. I knew nothing of what had been going on. IV Arthur, stung by the venomous chyle, w…
1929 · PDF PAGE 11
…he manoeuvred to get to the rear of the line of convicts, and only then dragged out There is a traitor, a spy. Henceforth I must find a new means of communicating the details of my plan. I have thought it all out. I shall speak in a sort of rebus, which not even you will be able to understand unless you have all the piecesand the key. Mind you engrave upon your memory every word I say. The following day: Do you remember the taking of the old mill by the Prussians in 70? My difficulty is that I must give you the skeleton of the puzzle, whi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
…asing. There is no individuality but in illusion. And the illu- sion is change and pain, and its destruction is change and pain, and its new segregation from the infinite and eternal is change and pain; and substance infinite and eternal is change and pain unspeakable. Beyond thought, which is change and pain, lies be- ing, which is change and pain. These were the last words intelligible; they lapsed into the eternal moan, Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! in unceasing monotony that rings always in my ears if I let my thought fall from the hei…
1929 · PDF PAGE 28
…love with their whole hearts, and love unselfishly. IV We returned to Cambridge in October, and Arthur threw himself vigorously into the new year's work. Then I fell ill, and the hope we had indulged was disap- pointed. Worse, the course of the illness revealed a con- dition which demanded the most complete series of op- erations which a woman can endure. Not only the past hope, but all future hope, was annihilated. It was during my convalescence that the most re- markable incident of my life took place. I was in great pain one afternoon, and w…
1929 · PDF PAGE 45
…y ocean of bowels below the falling soul. This ocean seemed to be limitless. It fell headlong into it, and the splash awak- ened it to a new consciousness of things. This sea, though infinitely cold, was boiling like tu- bercles. Itself a more or less homogeneous slime, the stench of which is beyond all human conception (human language is singularly deficient in words that describe smell and taste; we always refer our sensations to things generally known)2 it constantly budded into greenish boils with angry red craters, whose jagged edges were …
1929 · PDF PAGE 27
…d theories of the means of communication between mind and mind, we had nothing, absolutely nothing, which we could use as the basis of a new theory. It is naturally impossible to give even an outline of the course of our research. Twenty-eight closely written notebooks referring to this first period are at the dis- posal of my executors. III In the middle of the day, in my third year, my father was dangerously ill. I bicycled over to Peterborough at once, never thinking of my work. (My father is a canon of Peterborough Cathedral.) On the third …
1929 · PDF PAGE 26
…cover exactly the nature and limit of my powers. The result, in a sense, was nil. For one thing, these powers kept on breaking out in a new place. I seemed to do all I did by perception of minute differences; but then it seemed as if I had all sorts of different apparatus. One down, tother come on, said Professor Blair. Those who have never made scientific experiments cannot conceive how numerous and subtle are the sources of error, even in the simplest matters. In so ob- scure and novel a field of research no result is trustwor- thy until…
1929 · PDF PAGE 42
…s as- similation by the demon. The coma of the dying man was a phenomenon altogether out of Time. 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
1929 · PDF PAGE 21
… my God! Damn it! he screamed, how did you get the keys of my little safe? The girl had frozen colder than the stone, but there was a new light in her eye, and if the curl of a lip could tread a worm into the dust, that lip was hers and that worm the author of her being. She had withdrawn as one who comes suddenly upon a toad, and the first flaming of her face had died instantly to deadlier ice. Bugg saw his mistake, his masses of mistakes. There being but one more to make, he made it; and, finding himself in the frying-pan of discovery, lea…
1929 · PDF PAGE 22
… sat stunned. Holy things, she had said. She called that lustful French photograph holy! Was this Original Sin; or was it that strange new thing people were talking aboutwhat was it? Ah! heredity. Heredity? His secret sin become her open infamy? Truly the sins of the fathers were visited on the children! By this time he was upstairs and in his bedroom. He must destroy the accursed thing; he must destroyAh! yes. He had contaminated Gertrude by having such a thing in his house. He must be the Roman father, and what would a Roman father do? H…