Famous Modern Ghost Stories eBook

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And Lazarus came to a haughty sage, and the sage said to him: 

“I know all the horrors thou canst reveal to me.  Is there anything thou canst frighten me with?”

But before long the sage felt that the knowledge of horror was far from being the horror itself, and that the vision of Death, was not Death.  And he felt that wisdom and folly are equal before the face of Infinity, for Infinity knows them not.  And it vanished, the dividing-line between knowledge and ignorance, truth and falsehood, top and bottom, and the shapeless thought hung suspended in the void.  Then the sage clutched his gray head and cried out frantically: 

“I cannot think!  I cannot think!”

Thus under the indifferent glance for him, who miraculously had risen from the dead, perished everything that asserts life, its significance and joys.  And it was suggested that it was dangerous to let him see the emperor, that it was better to kill him and, having buried him secretly, to tell the emperor that he had disappeared no one knew whither.  Already swords were being whetted and youths devoted to the public welfare prepared for the murder, when Augustus ordered Lazarus to be brought before him next morning, thus destroying the cruel plans.

If there was no way of getting rid of Lazarus, at least it was possible to soften the terrible impression his face produced.  With this in view, skillful painters, barbers, and artists were summoned, and all night long they were busy over Lazarus’ head.  They cropped his beard, curled it, and gave it a tidy, agreeable appearance.  By means of paints they concealed the corpse-like blueness of his hands and face.  Repulsive were the wrinkles of suffering that furrowed his old face, and they were puttied, painted, and smoothed; then, over the smooth background, wrinkles of good-tempered laughter and pleasant, carefree mirth were skillfully painted with fine brushes.

Lazarus submitted indifferently to everything that was done to him.  Soon he was turned into a becomingly stout, venerable old man, into a quiet and kind grandfather of numerous offspring.  It seemed that the smile, with which only a while ago he was spinning funny yarns, was still lingering on his lips, and that in the corner of his eye serene tenderness was hiding, the companion of old age.  But people did not dare change his nuptial garments, and they could not change his eyes, two dark and frightful glasses through which looked at men, the unknowable Yonder.


Lazarus was not moved by the magnificence of the imperial palace.  It was as though he saw no difference between the crumbling house, closely pressed by the desert, and the stone palace, solid and fair, and indifferently he passed into it.  And the hard marble of the floors under his feet grew similar to the quicksand of the desert, and the multitude of richly dressed and haughty men became like void air

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