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… had evinced a liking for Gertrude. Her husband's colonelcy was the gilding of the pill; but the pill was a bitter one, for Mrs. Grahame went motoring and even golfing on Sunday instead of going to Church, and once or twice had taken Gertrude with her, to the scandal of the neighbourhood. Colonel Grahame, too, rather got on Bugg's nerves, in spite of the honour of his acquaintance. Such thoughts went dully through his mind as he waited in the garden for his daughter to come in to tea from the Art Class. But when she arrived, portfolio in ha…
1929 · PDF PAGE 44
…reamt of the infernal. I am ashamed to say that my first thought was of the Catholic Church and its masses for the repose of the dead. I went to the Cathedral, revolving as I went all that had ever been saidthe superstitions of a hundred savage tribes. At bottom I could find no difference be- tween their barbarous rites and those of Christianity. However that might be, I was baffled. The priests refused to pray for the soul of a heretic. I hurried back to the house, resumed my vigil. There was no change, except a deepening of the fear, an in- …
1929 · PDF PAGE 28
…ce that the most re- markable incident of my life took place. I was in great pain one afternoon, and wished to see the doctor. The nurse went to the study to tele- phone for him. Nurse! I said, as she returned, don't lie to me. He's not gone to Royston; he's got cancer, and is too upset to come. Whatever next? said the nurse. It's right he cant come, and I was going to tell you he had gone to Roys- ton; but I never heard nothing about no cancer.
1929 · PDF PAGE 38
… paper in Mind two years ago. That was child's play. But let me go on with my work. He gave some final instructions to the nurse, and went out. The suffering of Arthur was at this time unspeak- able. Chewed as he was into mere pulp that passed over the tongue of Dis, each bleeding fragment kept its own identity and his. The papillae of the tongue were ser- pents, and each one gnashed its poisoned teeth upon that fodder. And yet, though the sensorium of Arthur was abso- lutely unimpaired, indeed hyperaesthetic, his conscious- ness of pain s…
1929 · PDF PAGE 27
…ing, 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 day I received a telegram from Professor Blair, Will you be my wife? I had never realized mys…
1929 · PDF PAGE 26
…, owing to their occupied attention; Doris Les- lie spoke of second sight, and Amy Gore of Sympathy. All the theories, taken together, went round the clock of conjecture. Professor Blair came in at the most excited part of the discussion, calmed the room in two minutes, elicited the facts in five, and took me off to dine with him. I believe it's this human thermopile affair of yours, he said. Do you mind if we try a few parlour tricks after dinner? His aunt, who kept house for him, protested in vain, and was appointed Grand Superinten- de…
1929 · PDF PAGE 3
…. I knew it, cried the other excitedly. The trained legal mind is that of all others which will appreciate my story. Swear, then, he went on with sudden gravity, swear that you will never whisper to any living soul the smallest word of what I am about to tell you. Swear by the soul of your dead mother. My mother is alive, returned Bevan. I knew it, exclaimed his companion, a great and strange look of god-like pity illuminating his sunburnt face. It was such a look as one sees upon many statues of Buddha, a look of divine, of impersona…
1929 · PDF PAGE 22
…wild beast mauling a corpse. He thrust it into the empty grate, lit the paper frills, watched all blaze up. Then, gulping down a sob, he went to the drawer of a cabinet and pulled out the re- volver which he had bought (and loaded, under the shopmans guidance) against burglars. Yes, he must kill himself. He drew back the hammer. Cold sweat beaded his flabby face. He could not; and anyhow, how did one? He thought of many stories of people who had shot themselves ineffectively. He felt for his heart and failed to find it, wondered if it had stop…
1929 · PDF PAGE 6
… the steel, and he forbade that man to clean his spade. A trifle, indeed. What do you know of what pris- oners think of trifles? The man went raving mad, and for no other reason. It seemed to him that such de- tailed refinement of cruelty was a final proof of the in- nate and inherent devilishness of the universe. Insanity is the logical consequence of such a faith. No, sir, I will spare you the description. Bevan thought that there had already been too much description, and in his complacent English way surmised that Duguesclin was exaggerati…