THE EQUINOX
of hasheesh delirum, another dose, however small—yes, though
it be no larger than half a pea—be employed to prolong the
condition, such agony will inevitably ensue as will make the
soul shudder at its own possibility of endurance without
annihilation. By repeated experiments, which now occupy
the most horrible place upon my catalogue of horrible remem-
brances, have I proved that, among all the variable phenomena
of hasheesh, this alone stands unvarying. The use of it
directly after any other stimulus will produce consequences as
appalling.
I extinguished my light. To say this may seem trivial,
but it is as important a matter as any which it is possible to
notice. The most direful suggestions of the bottomless pit
may flow in upon the hasheesh eater through the very medium
of darkness. The blowing out of a candle can set an un-
fathomed barathrum wide agape beneath the flower-wreathed
table of his feast, and convert his palace of sorcery into a
Golgotha. Light is a necessity to him, even when sleeping;
it must tinge his visions, or they assume a hue as sombre as
the banks of Styx.
It was an awaking, which, for torture, had no parallel in
all the stupendous domain of sleeping incubus. Beside my
bed in the centre of the room stood a bier, from whose
corners drooped the folds of a heavy pall; outstretched upon
it lay in state a most fearful corpse, whose livid face was
distorted with the pangs of assassination. The traces of a
great agony were frozen into fixedness in the tense position of
every muscle, and the nails of the dead man’s fingers pierced
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