The House of Defence v. 2Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The House of Defence v. 2
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Christian Science -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Spiritual healing -- Fiction
He paused a moment, wondering, as a bystander who knew his heart might
wonder, at the profanity and wickedness of what he was saying, since all
the time he attached no meaning to these solemn things, and wanted only
to kill any possible suspicions in her mind which might lead to his
being interrupted when he went to his cabin to get at the despatch-box.
It really was terrible, deplorable, that he should have to be so deep a
hypocrite, but nothing mattered compared to the accomplishment of his
craving. But he had said dreadful things, and a quarter of a dose, such
as he had planned to take, would not be enough to banish them from his
mind ... it was no good taking opium at all if anything scratched and
whined at the closed door of conscience. Half a dose, surely, would not
hurt him--a liberal half of those very liberal doses which he had
prescribed for himself. But he had better say a few words more yet.
Incomplete lying was a tactical error of which he must not be guilty.
"Sir James is a very clever doctor, no doubt," he said, "but he
certainly made a mistake when he thought my will-power to resist was
dead, or something to that effect. I am glad he said that, and I am glad
you told me, because that sort of opinion acts as a tonic--an irritant,
shall we call it? I will show him if my will-power is dead!"
Then an extraordinarily ingenious perversion occurred to him.
"Did Sir James really suppose I should consent to go to sea for a week
without opium, if I did not mean to be cured in spite of him?" he
asked.
Thurso almost laughed over the irony of this; he was getting
supernaturally cunning. Yet he detected a possible error in those last
words; he had protested a little too much. But that was easily
rectified.
"I don't quite mean 'in spite of him,'" he said, "because that makes it
appear as if I thought that, having given me up, he did not wish me to
get well. But, my goodness, how his prescription of sea air is acting
already! I was a flabby log, if you imagine such a thing, when I
started, and now am I not totally different? And yet I am impatient to
get to America to begin the treatment. My recovery, if I am to recover,
is in other hands--the best, the only ones. With all the power of will
that is in me I elect to leave myself there. And if that is not to be, I
want you to know that, though it was too late, I was willing."
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