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1929 · PDF PAGE 54

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… one modern writer thoroughly conversant with pessimism who is very opti- mistic. But the new facts which I here submit over- thrown the whole argument; they cast a sword of infi- nite weight on that petty trembling scale. 2. This is my general complaint, and that of all research students on the one hand and imaginative writers on the other. We can only express a new idea by combining two or more old ideas, or by the use of metaphor; just so any number can be formed from two others. James Hinton had undoubtedly a perfectly crisp, simple, and co…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 28

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…oud our love. The sympathy between us grew even subtler and stronger, but only as it grows between all men and women who love with their whole hearts, and love unselfishly. IV We returned to Cambridge in October, and Arthur threw himself vigorously into the new year's work. Then I fell ill, and the hope we had indulged was disap- pointed. Worse, the course of the illness revealed a con- dition which demanded the most complete series of op- erations which a woman can endure. Not only the past hope, but all future hope, was annihilated. It was du…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 39

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… Cam- bridge, seemed to gulp. At that instant a convulsion shook the dying man and a coughing eructation took the “demon.” Instantly the whole theory dawned on me, that this “demon” was an imaginary personification of the disease. Now at once I understood demonology, from Bodin and Weirus to the moderns, without a flaw. But was it imaginary or was it real? Real enough to swal- low up the “sane” thought! At that instant the old Arthur reappeared. “I am not the monster! I am Arthur Blair, of Fettes and Trinity. I have passed through a paroxysm.”

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1929 · PDF PAGE 41

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…nd the noisy delirium began anew. My flesh and blood rebelled. Taken with a deathly vomit, I rushed from the room, and resolutely, for a whole hour, diverted my sensorium from thought. I had always found that the slightest trace of tobacco smoke in a room greatly disturbed my power. On this occasion I puffed cigarette after cigarette with excellent effect. I knew nothing of what had been going on. IV Arthur, stung by the venomous chyle, was tossing in that vast arched belly, which resembled the dome of hell, churned in its bubbling slime. I fel…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 48

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…r and deeper as he dropped the phenomena grew constantly in every sense. Now they were a jungle in which the obscurity and terror of the whole gradually overshadowed even the abhorrence due to every part. The madness of the living is a thing so abominable and fearful as to chill every human heart with horror; it is less than nothing in comparison with the madness of the dead! A further complication now arose in the destruction irrevocable and complete of that compensating mecha- nism of the brain, which is the basis of the sense of time. Hideou…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 25

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…followed. “How did she know?” was the universal query; for that I knew was evident. Ada Brown (Athanasia contra mundum) pooh- poohed the whole affair; Margaret Letchmere thought I must have heard something, perhaps a cry inaudible to

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1929 · PDF PAGE 52

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…rmed in every detail by the facts here set down. But it is one thing to recognize a disease, another to dis- cover a remedy. Frankly, my whole being revolts from their methods, and I had rather acquiesce in the ulti- mate destiny and achieve it as quickly as may be. My earnest preoccupation is to avoid the preliminary tor- tures, and I am convinced that the explosion of a dyna- mite cartridge in the mouth is the most practicable method of effecting this. There is just the possibility that if all thinking minds, all “spiritual beings,” were thus…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 17

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…ropshire. I'll have a mementum, thought he, if I die for it. I’ll—I don’t care. I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb— I'll go the whole hog. I know there's shops about here. So, turning, in his excitement and determination, he saw when you invoke the devil he is usually half-way to you—a shop window full of photographs of the pictures and sculptures of the Louvre. He looked up and down the street—the sight of a top hat might have saved him even at the eleventh hour. But no! nothing that looked in the least like an Englishman, even to his…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 43

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…with ashen cheeks. I stammered: “He is dead.” The male nurse bent over the body. “Yes!” he echoed, “he is dead.” And it seemed as if the whole Uni- verse gathered itself into one ghastly laugh of hate and horror, “Dead!” V I resumed my seat. I felt that I must know that all was well, that death had ended all. Woe to humanity! The consciousness of Arthur was more alive than ever. It was the black fear of falling, a dumb ecstasy of changeless fear. There were no waves upon that sea of shame, no troubling of those accursed waters by any thought. T…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 9

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…n the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix in our beloved Paris. However, conversation in such circum- stances is a lengthy affair. During the whole march to our work he only managed to say, ‘Escape soon—please God.’ Before his crime he had been an atheist. I was indeed glad to find that punishment had brought repen- tance.” Bevan himself was relieved. He had carefully re- frained from admitting the existence of a French Free- mason; that one should have repented filled him with a sense of almost personal triumph. He began to like Duguesclin, and to …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 1

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…tion as this, an important station, sir, let me tell you, the pivot—if I may use the metaphor—of the branch which serves practically the whole of Muckshire south of the Tream. And we have certainly one hour to wait, and Heaven knows it’s more likely to be two, and perhaps three. And, of course, there’s not as much as a bar nearer than Fatloam; and if we got there we should positive and actual disgrace to the railway that allows it, to the country that tolerates it, to the civilisation that permits that such things should be. The same thing happ…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…oon ‘Cease work’ had sounded. Instantly, without a moment’s hesitation, Dodu strode across to me and said, at the risk of the lash: ‘The whole plan which I have explained to you in cipher these last four months is a blind. That spy knew all. His lips are sealed in death. I have another plan, the real plan, simpler and surer. I will tell it to you to- morrow.’ The whistle of an approaching engine interrupted this tragic episode of the adventures of Duguesclin.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 33

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… moment what had been in his mind flashed into mine. “It is a blind abyss,” I told him, “and there hangs in it a vulture vaster than the whole starry system.” “Yes,” he said, “that was it. But that was not all. I could not get beyond it. I shall try again.” He tried. Again I was cut off from his thought, al- though his face was twitching so that one might have said that any one might read his mind. “I have been looking in the wrong place,” said he suddenly, but very quietly and without moving. “The thing I want lies at the base of the spine.” T…

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