A Strange Story — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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A Strange Story — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
“The East has a proverb,” answered Sir Philip, quietly, “that the
juggler may learn much from the dervish, but the dervish can learn
nothing from the juggler. You will pardon me, however, for the effect
produced on you for a few minutes, whatever the cause of it may be,
since it may serve to guard your whole life from calamities, to which
it might otherwise have been exposed. And however you may consider that
which you have just experienced to be a mere optical illusion, or the
figment of a brain super-excited by the fumes of a vapour, look within
yourself, and tell me if you do not feel an inward and unanswerable
conviction that there is more reason to shun and to fear the creature
you left asleep under the dead jaws of the giant serpent, than there
would be in the serpent itself, could hunger again move its coils, and
venom again arm its fangs.”
I was silent, for I could not deny that that conviction had come to me.
“Henceforth, when you recover from the confusion or anger which
now disturbs your impressions, you will be prepared to listen to my
explanations and my recital in a spirit far different from that with
which you would have received them before you were subjected to the
experiment, which, allow me to remind you, you invited and defied. You
will now, I trust, be fitted to become my confidant and my assistant;
you will advise with me how, for the sake of humanity, we should act
together against the incarnate lie, the anomalous prodigy which glides
through the crowd in the image of joyous beauty. For the present I quit
you. I have an engagement, on worldly affairs, in the town this night.
I am staying at L----, which I shall leave for Derval Court tomorrow
evening. Come to me there the day after to-morrow, at any hour that may
suit you the best. Adieu!”
Here Sir Philip Derval rose and left the room. I made no effort to
detain him. My mind was too occupied in striving to recompose itself and
account for the phenomena that had scared it, and for the strength of
the impressions it still retained.
I sought to find natural and accountable causes for effects so abnormal.
Lord Bacon suggests that the ointments with which witches anointed
themselves might have had the effect of stopping the pores and
congesting the rain, and thus impressing the sleep of the unhappy dupes
of their own imagination with dreams so vivid that, on waking, they were
firmly convinced that they had been borne through the air to the Sabbat.
I remember also having heard a distinguished French traveller--whose
veracity was unquestionable--say, that he had witnessed extraordinary
effects produced on the sensorium by certain fumigations used by an
African pretender to magic. A person, of however healthy a brain;
subjected to the influence of these fumigations, was induced to believe
that he saw the most frightful apparitions.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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