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The Devil and I
Excerpt from The Devil and I: A Novel
I shall not exaggerate. I have neither the desire nor the necessity to do so. The truth, strange as it is, is superlatively true.
I am no longer among the living. I write from under the vault in which I am buried. Others have been buried alive, but they have speedily and effect ually died. I am perpetually dying. However, the power to feel grows less as the dying goes on, and I am really dead to every sense but a dulling, numb ing pain that never leaves me. This is the last phase of suffering; for suffering has its limit, and once it is reached, to experience again the fulness of pain, the victim must have again every sense re born, requickened by hope. I have nothing to hope f Or, and I am only waiting for the hour when I shall be as dead to myself as I am now dead to the world.-
A weird novel involving hypnotism first published anonymously in 1889.
I shall not exaggerate. I have neither the desire nor the necessity to do so. The truth, strange as it is, is superlatively true.
I am no longer among the living. I write from under the vault in which I am buried. Others have been buried alive, but they have speedily and effect ually died. I am perpetually dying. However, the power to feel grows less as the dying goes on, and I am really dead to every sense but a dulling, numb ing pain that never leaves me. This is the last phase of suffering; for suffering has its limit, and once it is reached, to experience again the fulness of pain, the victim must have again every sense re born, requickened by hope. I have nothing to hope f Or, and I am only waiting for the hour when I shall be as dead to myself as I am now dead to the world.-
A weird novel involving hypnotism first published anonymously in 1889.
322 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1889
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