The Gay Gnani of Gingalee; or, Discords of Devolution: A Tragical Entanglement of Modern Mysticism and Modern ScienceHuntley, Florence
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The Gay Gnani of Gingalee; or, Discords of Devolution: A Tragical Entanglement of Modern Mysticism and Modern Science
Huntley, Florence
Mysticism -- Humor; Religion and science -- Fiction
The manuscript of this little volume has been read, from time to time,
by friends who have urged its publication. This, however, was never
seriously intended until the “Interlude” (Chapter XII.), was
contributed by the TK, which interlude gives to the whole a definite
meaning and purpose but vaguely suggested by my own work.
Except for this masterly arraignment of The Gay Gnani of Gingalee the
author of this tale would have lacked the courage to publish it.
With this addition, however, the writer reconsidered, reread and
retouched the Ms., and consented to an Experiment.
With this explanation, excuse and apology for the writing of the
romance in the first place, and now for its publication, the author
commits it to criticism--with a certain conviction that it has a
mission of its own to perform.
FLORENCE HUNTLEY.
INGREDIENTS.
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PRELUDE 5
I PROPHET AND PROFIT 13
II MISS SHEETS IS SHE 21
III IN PRIMORDIAL BIOGEN 30
IV THE MANSARD ROOF 49
V IN THE HIGHEST DEGREE 65
VI THE GAY GNANI OF GINGALEE 75
VII THE BOOK AND THE BAGDAD 87
VIII THE MAN IN THE CELLAR 110
IX DRAWING A CORK 130
X A PRIVATE EXHIBIT 140
XI UP AGAINST IT 158
INTERLUDE 176
XII “THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH” 177
(By a Member of the Ancient Order of the
Brotherhood of India.)
XIII PHLOGISTON IS RESTORED 189
POSTLUDE 204
“For what shall it profit a man if he gain a whole Drug Store and jar
his Higher Self?”
--_Aphorism of the One Hi_----.
CHAPTER I.
“_Philosophers Deride, Fools Investigate_.”
PROPHET AND PROFIT.
“But my profession,” pleaded the slim and pallid youth who stood
wistfully eyeing the Soda Fountain. “You forget, my friend, that the
vows of a Guru forbid such diffusion of force and waste of magnetism
as occur in meeting those not of The Path.”
“Tommy-rot!” bawled young Mr. Vanderhook as he continued to polish the
already glittering faucet. “You’ve not seen her, and you hear me,
there is only one in the box and what’s more she can give cards and
spades to any old band of mystical misfits on the top side the Earth.”
“But my _profession_, William, the obligations of
One--Who--Aspires--To--Know are--are--simply immense, and in my
profession--”
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