The Quest: The authorized translation from the Dutch of De kleine JohannesEeden, Frederik van
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The Quest: The authorized translation from the Dutch of De kleine Johannes
Eeden, Frederik van
Dutch fiction -- Translations into English
They all agreed with her, but no one wanted to begin. The General seated
himself mettlesomely at the table, and spread out his hands on the top
of it.
With simulated unconcern, one after another followed him. At last,
Johannes also was invited to take part.
"Is the young gentleman a novice in psychical fields?" asked the Privy
Counselor, condescendingly.
"My friend Johannes ought to have strong mediumistic powers. I hope that
those present will not object...." said the countess.
"Not at all, not at all," said the General. "In this research we are all
as ignorant as children."
"I do not in the least agree with you, there, General," blustered
Bommeldoos. "Have you read all the writings of Phillipus Aureolus
Paracelsus Theophrastus Bombastus ab Hohenheim, born in 1493, died in
1541?"
"I have not, Professor," replied the warrior, meekly.
"Well, I have, and it was not child's work. Magic is a subdivision--and
only a small subdivision--of philosophy. In my library I have a hundred
and seventy-five volumes, all that subdivision--all of them on magical
subjects, from Apollonius Tyannæus to Swedenborg, Hellenbach, and Du
Prell. Do you call that childish ignorance?"
"'Suffer the little children to come unto me,'" said the fat Honorable
Lady, improving the opportunity to make a quotation, also.
"I am not going to drive them away," said Bommeldoos, "if only they do
not imagine they know as much as I do."
Johannes did not at all imagine that, and, hands upon the marble top of
the table, he waited very patiently for the manifestations. They sat a
considerable time, however, without anything unusual having happened.
Van Lieverlee said to the countess, softly yet quite distinctly:
"Neither are those magical powers of Johannes very unusual."
Then came the medium--a demure young woman of the middle class, who made
deep courtesies to right and left, and appeared not to feel quite at
home in this dignified society.
She had scarcely seated herself at the table, before the wife of the
Privy Counselor cried out in a shrill voice: "I feel it already. There
it goes!"
"Yes, a genuine shock," declared the Honorable Lady, in an excited tone.
"Be calm," commanded the General.
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