The Young Diana: An Experiment of the FutureCorelli, Marie
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The Young Diana: An Experiment of the Future
Corelli, Marie
Experiments -- Fiction; Psychological fiction; Rejuvenation -- Fiction; Science fiction; Single women -- Fiction
“Yes.” And, as she spoke, a strange, far-away look came into Diana’s
eyes. “But--there is one thing I wish I could explain, even to myself!
I feel well, happy, keenly alive to all I see and hear,--and yet--there
is an odd sensation back of it all!--a feeling that I have _no_
feeling!”
“My dear Diana!” And Madame Dimitrius’s pale blue eyes opened a little
wider. “What a strange thing to say! You are full of feeling!”
Diana shook her head decisively.
“No, I’m not! It’s all put on! It is, really! That is, so far as human
beings and human events are concerned. I feel nothing whatever about
them! The only ‘feeling’ I have is a sort of suppressed ecstasy of
delight in beauty--the beauty of the skies, the effects of sunlight on
the hills and plains, the loveliness of a flower or a bit of exquisite
natural scenery--but I have somehow lost the sense of all association
with humanity!”
“But--my dear girl!----” began Madame, in perplexity.
Diana laughed.
“Ah, now you call me a ‘girl,’ too!” she exclaimed, merrily. “Just as
they all do here in this hotel! I’m not a girl at all--I’m a woman of
‘mature years,’ but nobody would believe it! Even Dr. Féodor himself
is getting puzzled--for he addressed me as ‘dear child’ this very
morning!” She laughed again--her pretty laugh,--which was like a
musical cadence.
“Yes, dear Madame!--it’s a fact!--with my renewal of youth I’m
developing youth’s happy-go-lucky indifference to emotions!
People,--the creatures that walk about on two legs and eat
and talk--have absolutely no interest for me!--unless they do
something absurd which they imagine to be clever--and that makes me
laugh,--sometimes,--not always! Even your wonderful son, with his
amazing powers and his magnetic eyes which used to send a thrill right
down my spine, fails to move me now to any concern as to my ultimate
fate in his hands. I know that he is, so far, succeeding in his
experiment; but what the final result may be I don’t know--and--I don’t
care!”
“You don’t care!” echoed Madame, in bewilderment. “Really and truly?
You don’t care?”
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