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　　Thetimeofmyendapproaches。Ihavelatelybeensubjecttoattacksofanginapectoris；andintheordinarycourseofthings，myphysiciantellsme，Imayfairlyhopethatmylifewillnotbeprotractedmanymonths。Unless，then，Iamcursedwithanexceptionalphysicalconstitution，asIamcursedwithanexceptionalmentalcharacter，Ishallnotmuchlongergroanunderthewearisomeburthenofthisearthlyexistence。Ifitweretobeotherwise——ifIweretoliveontotheagemostmendesireandprovidefor——Ishouldforoncehaveknownwhetherthemiseriesofdelusiveexpectationcanoutweighthemiseriesoftrueprovision。
　　ForIforeseewhenIshalldie，andeverythingthatwillhappeninmylastmoments。
　　Justamonthfromthisday，onSeptember20，1850，Ishallbesittinginthischair，inthisstudy，atteno’clockatnight，longingtodie，wearyofincessantinsightandforesight，withoutdelusionsandwithouthope。JustasIamwatchingatongueofblueflamerisinginthefire，andmylampisburninglow，thehorriblecontractionwillbeginatmychest。Ishallonlyhavetimetoreachthebell，andpullitviolently，beforethesenseofsuffocationwillcome。Noonewillanswermybell。Iknowwhy。
　　Mytwoservantsarelovers，andwillhavequarrelled。Myhousekeeperwillhaverushedoutofthehouseinafury，twohoursbefore，hopingthatPerrywillbelieveshehasgonetodrownherself。Perryisalarmedatlast，andisgoneoutafterher。Thelittlescullery-maidisasleeponabench：sheneveranswersthebell；itdoesnotwakeher。Thesenseofsuffocationincreases：
　　mylampgoesoutwithahorriblestench：Imakeagreateffort，andsnatchatthebellagain。Ilongforlife，andthereisnohelp。Ithirstedfortheunknown：thethirstisgone。OGod，letmestaywiththeknown，andbewearyofit：Iamcontent。Agonyofpainandsuffocation——andallthewhiletheearth，thefields，thepebblybrookatthebottomoftherookery，thefreshscentaftertherain，thelightofthemorningthroughmychamber-window，thewarmthofthehearthafterthefrostyair——willdarknesscloseoverthemforever？
　　Darkness——darkness——nopain——nothingbutdarkness：butIampassingonandonthroughthedarkness：mythoughtstaysinthedarkness，butalwayswithasenseofmovingonward……
　　Beforethattimecomes，Iwishtousemylasthoursofeaseandstrengthintellingthestrangestoryofmyexperience。Ihaveneverfullyunbosomedmyselftoanyhumanbeing；Ihaveneverbeenencouragedtotrustmuchinthesympathyofmyfellow-men。Butwehaveallachanceofmeetingwithsomepity，sometenderness，somecharity，whenwearedead：itisthelivingonlywhocannotbeforgiven——thelivingonlyfromwhommen’sindulgenceandreverenceareheldoff，liketherainbythehardeastwind。Whiletheheartbeats，bruiseit——itisyouronlyopportunity；whiletheeyecanstillturntowardsyouwithmoist，timidentreaty，freezeitwithanicyunansweringgaze；whiletheear，thatdelicatemessengertotheinmostsanctuaryofthesoul，canstilltakeinthetonesofkindness，putitoffwithhardcivility，orsneeringcompliment，orenviousaffectationofindifference；whilethecreativebraincanstillthrobwiththesenseofinjustice，withtheyearningforbrotherlyrecognition——makehaste——oppressitwithyourill-
　　consideredjudgements，yourtrivialcomparisons，yourcarelessmisrepresentations。Theheartwillbyandbybestill——"ubisaevaindignatioulteriuscorlacerarenequit"；theeyewillceasetoentreat；theearwillbedeaf；thebrainwillhaveceasedfromallwantsaswellasfromallwork。Thenyourcharitablespeechesmayfindvent；thenyoumayrememberandpitythetoilandthestruggleandthefailure；thenyoumaygiveduehonourtotheworkachieved；
　　thenyoumayfindextenuationforerrors，andmayconsenttoburythem。
　　Thatisatrivialschoolboytext；whydoIdwellonit？Ithaslittlereferencetome，forIshallleavenoworksbehindmeformentohonour。Ihavenonearrelativeswhowillmakeup，byweepingovermygrave，forthewoundstheyinflictedonmewhenI
　　wasamongthem。ItisonlythestoryofmylifethatwillperhapswinalittlemoresympathyfromstrangerswhenIamdead，thanI
　　everbelieveditwouldobtainfrommyfriendswhileIwasliving。
　　Mychildhoodperhapsseemshappiertomethanitreallywas，bycontrastwithalltheafter-years。Forthenthecurtainofthefuturewasasimpenetrabletomeastootherchildren：Ihadalltheirdelightinthepresenthour，theirsweetindefinitehopesforthemorrow；andIhadatendermother：evennow，afterthedrearylapseoflongyears，aslighttraceofsensationaccompaniestheremembranceofhercaressassheheldmeonherknee——herarmsroundmylittlebody，hercheekpressedonmine。Ihadacomplaintoftheeyesthatmademeblindforalittlewhile，andshekeptmeonherkneefrommorningtillnight。Thatunequalledlovesoonvanishedoutofmylife，andeventomychildishconsciousnessitwasasifthatlifehadbecomemorechillIrodemylittlewhiteponywiththegroombymysideasbefore，buttherewerenolovingeyeslookingatmeasImounted，nogladarmsopenedtomewhenI
　　cameback。PerhapsImissedmymother’slovemorethanmostchildrenofsevenoreightwouldhavedone，towhomtheotherpleasuresofliferemainedasbefore；forIwascertainlyaverysensitivechild。IrememberstillthemingledtrepidationanddeliciousexcitementwithwhichIwasaffectedbythetrampingofthehorsesonthepavementintheechoingstables，bytheloudresonanceofthegroom’svoices，bytheboomingbarkofthedogsasmyfather’scarriagethunderedunderthearchwayofthecourtyard，bythedinofthegongasitgavenoticeofluncheonanddinner。
　　ThemeasuredtrampofsoldierywhichIsometimesheard——formyfather’shouselaynearacountytownwheretherewerelargebarracks——mademesobandtremble；andyetwhentheyweregonepast，Ilongedforthemtocomebackagain。
　　Ifancymyfatherthoughtmeanoddchild，andhadlittlefondnessforme；thoughhewasverycarefulinfulfillingwhatheregardedasaparent’sduties。Buthewasalreadypastthemiddleoflife，andIwasnothisonlyson。Mymotherhadbeenhissecondwife，andhewasfive-and-fortywhenhemarriedher。Hewasafirm，unbending，intenselyorderlyman，inrootandstemabanker，butwithaflourishinggraftoftheactivelandholder，aspiringtocountyinfluence：oneofthosepeoplewhoarealwayslikethemselvesfromdaytoday，whoareuninfluencedbytheweather，andneitherknowmelancholynorhighspirits。Iheldhimingreatawe，andappearedmoretimidandsensitiveinhispresencethanatothertimes；acircumstancewhich，perhaps，helpedtoconfirmhimintheintentiontoeducatemeonadifferentplanfromtheprescriptiveonewithwhichhehadcompliedinthecaseofmyelderbrother，alreadyatallyouthatEton。Mybrotherwastobehisrepresentativeandsuccessor；hemustgotoEtonandOxford，forthesakeofmakingconnexions，ofcourse：myfatherwasnotamantounderratethebearingofLatinsatiristsorGreekdramatistsontheattainmentofanaristocraticposition。But，intrinsically，hehadslightesteemfor"thosedeadbutsceptredspirits"；havingqualifiedhimselfforforminganindependentopinionbyreadingPotter’sAEschylus，anddippingintoFrancis’sHorace。Tothisnegativeviewheaddedapositiveone，derivedfromarecentconnexionwithminingspeculations；namely，thatascientificeducationwasthereallyusefultrainingforayoungerson。
　　Moreover，itwasclearthatashy，sensitiveboylikemewasnotfittoencountertheroughexperienceofapublicschool。Mr。
　　Letherallhadsaidsoverydecidedly。Mr。Letherallwasalargemaninspectacles，whoonedaytookmysmallheadbetweenhislargehands，andpressedithereandthereinanexploratory，auspiciousmanner——thenplacedeachofhisgreatthumbsonmytemples，andpushedmealittlewayfromhim，andstaredatmewithglitteringspectacles。Thecontemplationappearedtodispleasehim，forhefrownedsternly，andsaidtomyfather，drawinghisthumbsacrossmyeyebrows-
　　"Thedeficiencyisthere，sir——there；andhere，"headded，touchingtheuppersidesofmyhead，"hereistheexcess。Thatmustbebroughtout，sir，andthismustbelaidtosleep。"
　　Iwasinastateoftremor，partlyatthevagueideathatIwastheobjectofreprobation，partlyintheagitationofmyfirsthatred——
　　hatredofthisbig，spectacledman，whopulledmyheadaboutasifhewantedtobuyandcheapenit。
　　IamnotawarehowmuchMr。Letherallhadtodowiththesystemafterwardsadoptedtowardsme，butitwaspresentlyclearthatprivatetutors，naturalhistory，science，andthemodernlanguages，weretheappliancesbywhichthedefectsofmyorganizationweretoberemedied。Iwasverystupidaboutmachines，soIwastobegreatlyoccupiedwiththem；Ihadnomemoryforclassification，soitwasparticularlynecessarythatIshouldstudysystematiczoologyandbotany；Iwashungryforhumandeedsandhumanemotions，soIwastobeplentifullycrammedwiththemechanicalpowers，theelementarybodies，andthephenomenaofelectricityandmagnetism。Abetter-constitutedboywouldcertainlyhaveprofitedundermyintelligenttutors，withtheirscientificapparatus；andwould，doubtless，havefoundthephenomenaofelectricityandmagnetismasfascinatingasIwas，everyThursday，assuredtheywere。Asitwas，Icouldhavepairedoff，forignoranceofwhateverwastaughtme，withtheworstLatinscholarthatwaseverturnedoutofaclassicalacademy。IreadPlutarch，andShakespeare，andDonQuixotebythesly，andsuppliedmyselfinthatwaywithwanderingthoughts，whilemytutorwasassuringmethat"animprovedman，asdistinguishedfromanignorantone，wasamanwhoknewthereasonwhywaterrandownhill。"Ihadnodesiretobethisimprovedman；Iwasgladoftherunningwater；Icouldwatchitandlistentoitgurglingamongthepebbles，andbathingthebrightgreenwater-plants，bythehourtogether。IdidnotwanttoknowWHYitran；Ihadperfectconfidencethatthereweregoodreasonsforwhatwassoverybeautiful。
　　Thereisnoneedtodwellonthispartofmylife。Ihavesaidenoughtoindicatethatmynaturewasofthesensitive，unpracticalorder，andthatitgrewupinanuncongenialmedium，whichcouldneverfosteritintohappy，healthydevelopment。WhenIwassixteenIwassenttoGenevatocompletemycourseofeducation；
　　andthechangewasaveryhappyonetome，forthefirstsightoftheAlps，withthesettingsunonthem，aswedescendedtheJura，seemedtomelikeanentranceintoheaven；andthethreeyearsofmylifetherewerespentinaperpetualsenseofexaltation，asiffromadraughtofdeliciouswine，atthepresenceofNatureinallherawfulloveliness。Youwillthink，perhaps，thatImusthavebeenapoet，fromthisearlysensibilitytoNature。Butmylotwasnotsohappyasthat。ApoetpoursforthhissongandBELIEVESinthelisteningearandansweringsoul，towhichhissongwillbefloatedsoonerorlater。Butthepoet’ssensibilitywithouthisvoice——thepoet’ssensibilitythatfindsnoventbutinsilenttearsonthesunnybank，whenthenoondaylightsparklesonthewater，orinaninwardshudderatthesoundofharshhumantones，thesightofacoldhumaneye——thisdumbpassionbringswithitafatalsolitudeofsoulinthesocietyofone’sfellow-men。MyleastsolitarymomentswerethoseinwhichIpushedoffinmyboat，atevening，towardsthecentreofthelake；itseemedtomethatthesky，andtheglowingmountain-tops，andthewidebluewater，surroundedmewithacherishinglovesuchasnohumanfacehadshedonmesincemymother’slovehadvanishedoutofmylife。IusedtodoasJeanJacquesdid——liedowninmyboatandletitglidewhereitwould，whileIlookedupatthedepartingglowleavingonemountain-topaftertheother，asiftheprophet’schariotoffirewerepassingoverthemonitswaytothehomeoflight。Then，whenthewhitesummitswereallsadandcorpse-like，Ihadtopushhomeward，forIwasundercarefulsurveillance，andwasallowednolatewanderings。ThisdispositionofminewasnotfavourabletotheformationofintimatefriendshipsamongthenumerousyouthsofmyownagewhoarealwaystobefoundstudyingatGeneva。YetI
　　madeONEsuchfriendship；and，singularlyenough，itwaswithayouthwhoseintellectualtendenciesweretheveryreverseofmyown。IshallcallhimCharlesMeunier；hisrealsurname——anEnglishone，forhewasofEnglishextraction——havingsincebecomecelebrated。Hewasanorphan，wholivedonamiserablepittancewhilehepursuedthemedicalstudiesforwhichhehadaspecialgenius。Strange！thatwithmyvaguemind，susceptibleandunobservant，hatinginquiryandgivenuptocontemplation，Ishouldhavebeendrawntowardsayouthwhosestrongestpassionwasscience。Butthebondwasnotanintellectualone；itcamefromasourcethatcanhappilyblendthestupidwiththebrilliant，thedreamywiththepractical：itcamefromcommunityoffeeling。
　　Charleswaspoorandugly，deridedbyGenevesegamins，andnotacceptableindrawing-rooms。Isawthathewasisolated，asIwas，thoughfromadifferentcause，and，stimulatedbyasympatheticresentment，Imadetimidadvancestowardshim。Itisenoughtosaythattheresprangupasmuchcomradeshipbetweenusasourdifferenthabitswouldallow；andinCharles’srareholidayswewentuptheSalevetogether，ortooktheboattoVevay，whileI
　　listeneddreamilytothemonologuesinwhichheunfoldedhisboldconceptionsoffutureexperimentanddiscovery。Imingledthemconfusedlyinmythoughtwithglimpsesofbluewateranddelicatefloatingcloud，withthenotesofbirdsandthedistantglitteroftheglacier。Heknewquitewellthatmymindwashalfabsent，yethelikedtotalktomeinthisway；fordon’twetalkofourhopesandourprojectseventodogsandbirds，whentheyloveus？IhavementionedthisonefriendshipbecauseofitsconnexionwithastrangeandterriblescenewhichIshallhavetonarrateinmysubsequentlife。
　　ThishappierlifeatGenevawasputanendtobyasevereillness，whichispartlyablanktome，partlyatimeofdimly-rememberedsuffering，withthepresenceofmyfatherbymybedfromtimetotime。Thencamethelanguidmonotonyofconvalescence，thedaysgraduallybreakingintovarietyanddistinctnessasmystrengthenabledmetotakelongerandlongerdrives。Ononeofthesemorevividlyremembereddays，myfathersaidtome，ashesatbesidemysofa-
　　"Whenyouarequitewellenoughtotravel，Latimer，Ishalltakeyouhomewithme。Thejourneywillamuseyouanddoyougood，forIshallgothroughtheTyrolandAustria，andyouwillseemanynewplaces。Ourneighbours，theFilmores，arecome；AlfredwilljoinusatBasle，andweshallallgotogethertoVienna，andbackbyPrague"……
　　Myfatherwascalledawaybeforehehadfinishedhissentence，andheleftmymindrestingonthewordPRAGUE，withastrangesensethatanewandwondrousscenewasbreakinguponme：acityunderthebroadsunshine，thatseemedtomeasifitwerethesummersunshineofalong-pastcenturyarrestedinitscourse——unrefreshedforagesbydewsofnight，ortherushingrain-cloud；scorchingthedusty，weary，time-eatengrandeurofapeopledoomedtoliveoninthestalerepetitionofmemories，likedeposedandsuperannuatedkingsintheirregalgold-inwoventatters。Thecitylookedsothirstythatthebroadriverseemedtomeasheetofmetal；andtheblackenedstatues，asIpassedundertheirblankgaze，alongtheunendingbridge，withtheirancientgarmentsandtheirsaintlycrowns，seemedtometherealinhabitantsandownersofthisplace，whilethebusy，trivialmenandwomen，hurryingtoandfro，wereaswarmofephemeralvisitantsinfestingitforaday。Itissuchgrim，stonybeingsasthese，Ithought，whoarethefathersofancientfadedchildren，inthosetannedtime-fretteddwellingsthatcrowdthesteepbeforeme；whopaytheircourtinthewornandcrumblingpompofthepalacewhichstretchesitsmonotonouslengthontheheight；whoworshipwearilyinthestiflingairofthechurches，urgedbynofearorhope，butcompelledbytheirdoomtobeeveroldandundying，toliveonintherigidityofhabit，astheyliveoninperpetualmidday，withoutthereposeofnightorthenewbirthofmorning。
　　Astunningclangofmetalsuddenlythrilledthroughme，andI
　　becameconsciousoftheobjectsinmyroomagain：oneofthefire-
　　ironshadfallenasPierreopenedthedoortobringmemydraught。
　　Myheartwaspalpitatingviolently，andIbeggedPierretoleavemydraughtbesideme；Iwouldtakeitpresently。
　　AssoonasIwasaloneagain，IbegantoaskmyselfwhetherIhadbeensleeping。Wasthisadream——thiswonderfullydistinctvision——
　　minuteinitsdistinctnessdowntoapatchofrainbowlightonthepavement，transmittedthroughacolouredlampintheshapeofastar——ofastrangecity，quiteunfamiliartomyimagination？IhadseennopictureofPrague：itlayinmymindasamerename，withvaguely-rememberedhistoricalassociations——ill-definedmemoriesofimperialgrandeurandreligiouswars。
　　Nothingofthissorthadeveroccurredinmydreamingexperiencebefore，forIhadoftenbeenhumiliatedbecausemydreamswereonlysavedfrombeingutterlydisjointedandcommonplacebythefrequentterrorsofnightmare。ButIcouldnotbelievethatIhadbeenasleep，forIremembereddistinctlythegradualbreaking-inofthevisionuponme，likethenewimagesinadissolvingview，orthegrowingdistinctnessofthelandscapeasthesunliftsuptheveilofthemorningmist。AndwhileIwasconsciousofthisincipientvision，IwasalsoconsciousthatPierrecametotellmyfatherMr。
　　Filmorewaswaitingforhim，andthatmyfatherhurriedoutoftheroom。No，itwasnotadream；wasit——thethoughtwasfulloftremulousexultation——wasitthepoet’snatureinme，hithertoonlyatroubledyearningsensibility，nowmanifestingitselfsuddenlyasspontaneouscreation？SurelyitwasinthiswaythatHomersawtheplainofTroy，thatDantesawtheabodesofthedeparted，thatMiltonsawtheearthwardflightoftheTempter。Wasitthatmyillnesshadwroughtsomehappychangeinmyorganization——givenafirmertensiontomynerves——carriedoffsomedullobstruction？I
　　hadoftenreadofsucheffects——inworksoffictionatleast。Nay；
　　ingenuinebiographiesIhadreadofthesubtilizingorexaltinginfluenceofsomediseasesonthementalpowers。DidnotNovalisfeelhisinspirationintensifiedundertheprogressofconsumption？