The Land of Darkness: Along with Some Further Chapters in the Experiences of the Little PilgrimOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Land of Darkness: Along with Some Further Chapters in the Experiences of the Little Pilgrim
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Future life -- Fiction; Purgatory -- Fiction
After I had rested, I strolled about, and entered fully into the
pleasures of the place. Wherever I went, through all the city, there
was nothing but brightness and pleasure, music playing, and flags
waving, and flowers and dancers and everything that was most gay. I
asked several people whom I met what was the cause of the rejoicing; but
either they were too much occupied with their own pleasures, or my
question was lost in the hum of merriment, the sound of the instruments
and of the dancers’ feet. When I had seen as much as I desired of the
pleasure out of doors, I was taken by some to see the interiors of
houses, which were all decorated for this festival, whatever it
was--lighted up with curious varieties of lighting, in tints of
different colours. The doors and windows were all open, and whosoever
would could come in from the dance or from the laden tables, and sit
down where they pleased and rest, always with a pleasant view out upon
the streets, so that they should lose nothing of the spectacle. And the
dresses, both of women and men, were beautiful in form and colour, made
in the finest fabrics, and affording delightful combinations to the eye.
The pleasure which I took in all I saw and heard was enhanced by the
surprise of it, and by the aspect of the places from which I had come,
where there was no regard to beauty nor anything lovely or bright.
Before my arrival here I had come in my thoughts to the conclusion that
life had no brightness in these regions, and that whatever occupation or
study there might be, pleasure had ended and was over, and everything
that had been sweet in the former life. I changed that opinion with a
sense of relief, which was more warm even than the pleasure of the
present moment; for having made one such mistake, how could I tell that
there were not more discoveries awaiting me, that life might not prove
more endurable, might not rise to something grander and more powerful?
The old prejudices, the old foregone conclusion of earth that this was a
world of punishment, had warped my vision and my thoughts. With so many
added faculties of being, incapable of fatigue as we were, incapable of
death, recovering from every wound or accident as I had myself done, and
with no foolish restraint as to what we should or should not do, why
might not we rise in this land to strength unexampled, to the highest
powers? I rejoiced that I had dropped my companion’s hand, that I had
not followed him in his mad quest. Some time, I said to myself, I would
make a pilgrimage to the foot of those gloomy mountains, and bring him
back, all racked and tortured as he was, and show him the pleasant place
which he had missed.
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