The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh; and the Irish Sketch BookThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh; and the Irish Sketch Book
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Ireland -- Description and travel; Paris (France) -- Description and travel
‘Then a feeble light began to pierce the darkness, and I perceived
that I stood on the lowest step of a staircase, vast as the foot of
a mountain. Behind me were thousands of steps of lurid iron; before
me, nothing but a void--an abyss, and ether; the blue gloom of
midnight beneath my feet, as above my head. I became delirious, and
quitting that staircase, which methought it was impossible for me
to reascend, I sprang forth into the void with an execration. But,
immediately, when I had uttered the curse, the void began to be
filled with forms and colours, and I presently perceived that I was
in a vast gallery, along which I advanced, trembling. There was
still darkness round me; but the hollows of the vaults gleamed with
a red light, and showed me the strange and hideous forms of their
building.... I did not distinguish the nearest objects; but those
towards which I advanced assumed an appearance more and more
ominous, and my terror increased with every step I took. The
enormous pillars which supported the vault, and the tracery thereof
itself, were figures of men, of supernatural stature, delivered to
tortures without a name. Some hung by their feet, and, locked in
the coils of monstrous serpents, clenched their teeth in the marble
of the pavement; others, fastened by their waists, were dragged
upwards, these by their feet, those by their heads, towards
capitals, where other figures stooped towards them, eager to
torment them. Other pillars, again, represented a struggling mass
of figures devouring one another; each of which only offered a
trunk severed to the knees or to the shoulders, the fierce heads
whereof retained life enough to seize and devour that which was
near them. There were some who, half hanging down, agonised
themselves by attempting, with their upper limbs, to flay the lower
moiety of their bodies, which drooped from the columns, or were
attached to the pedestals; and others, who, in their fight with
each other, were dragged along by morsels of flesh--grasping which,
they clung to each other with a countenance of unspeakable hate and
agony. Along, or rather in place of, the frieze, there were on
either side a range of unclean beings, wearing the human form, but
of a loathsome ugliness, busied in tearing human corpses to
pieces--in feasting upon their limbs and entrails. From the vault,
instead of bosses and pendants, hung the crushed and wounded forms
of children; as if, to escape these eaters of man’s flesh, they
would throw themselves downwards, and be dashed to pieces on the
pavement.... The silence and motionlessness of the whole added to
its awfulness. I became so faint with terror, that I stopped, and
would fain have returned. But at that moment I heard, from the
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