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
She knew well enough that they did not perish, but were only absorbed
into another elemental organism. She had observed, too, that the
movement of the whole machine, delicately balanced on its crystal
pedestal, was sharp and emphatic when the sun was at the meridian,
and more subdued though not less precise in the afternoon. She had
very little opportunity, however, to continue a long watching of this
inexplicable and apparently meaningless contrivance after midday, as
then her hours of work were considered over and she was free to do as
she liked. Sometimes she remained in her own apartments, practising her
music, or reading,--and more often than not she went for a drive out
into the open country with Madame Dimitrius with the light victoria
and pair, which was a gift from Dimitrius to his mother, who could
not be persuaded to drive in a motor-car. It was a charming turn-out,
recognised in the neighbourhood as “the Doctor’s carriage”--for though
Geneva and its environs are well supplied with many professors of
medicine and surgery, Dimitrius seemed at this period to have gained a
reputation apart from the rest as “the” doctor, _par excellence_. Once
Diana asked him whether he had a large practice? He laughed.
“None at all!” he replied. “I tell everybody that I have retired
from the profession in order to devote all my time to scientific
research--and this is true. But it does not stop people from sending
for me at a critical moment when all other efforts to save a life have
failed. And then of course I do my best.”
“And are you always successful?” she went on.
“Not always. How can I be? If I am sent for to rescue a man who has
overfed and over-drunken himself from his youth onwards, and who, as
a natural consequence, has not a single organ in his body free from
disease, all my skill is of no avail--I cannot hinder him from toppling
into the unconsciousness of the next embryo, where, it is to be hoped,
he will lose his diseases with his fleshy particles. I can save a
child’s life generally--and the lives of girls and women who have not
been touched by man. The life-principle is very strong in these,--it
has not been tampered with.”
He closed the conversation abruptly, and she perceived that he had no
inclination to talk of his own healing power or ability.
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