The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 293 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4.
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 293 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4.
of themselves, to suggest the notion of a man in the interior.  A few more imperceptible steps lead us, finally, to the result.  The Automaton plays with his left arm, because under no other circumstances could the man within play with his right—­a desideratum of course.  Let us, for example, imagine the Automaton to play with his right arm.  To reach the machinery which moves the arm, and which we have before explained to lie just beneath the shoulder, it would be necessary for the man within either to use his right arm in an exceedingly painful and awkward position, (viz. brought up close to his body and tightly compressed between his body and the side of the Automaton,) or else to use his left arm brought across his breast.  In neither case could he act with the requisite ease or precision.  On the contrary, the Automaton playing, as it actually does, with the left arm, all difficulties vanish.  The right arm of the man within is brought across his breast, and his right fingers act, without any constraint, upon tile machinery in the shoulder of the figure.

We do not believe that any reasonable objections can be urged against this solution of the Automaton Chess-Player.

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THE POWER OF WORDS

OINOS.  Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality!

AGATHOS.  You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be demanded.  Not even here is knowledge thing of intuition.  For wisdom, ask of the angels freely, that it may be given!

OINOS.  But in this existence, I dreamed that I should be at once cognizant of all things, and thus at once be happy in being cognizant of all.

AGATHOS.  Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge!  In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend.

OINOS.  But does not The Most High know all?

AGATHOS.  That (since he is The Most Happy) must be still the one thing unknown even to Him.

OINOS.  But, since we grow hourly in knowledge, must not at last all things be known?

AGATHOS.  Look down into the abysmal distances! —­ attempt to force the gaze down the multitudinous vistas of the stars, as we sweep slowly through them thus —­ and thus —­ and thus!  Even the spiritual vision, is it not at all points arrested by the continuous golden walls of the universe? —­ the walls of the myriads of the shining bodies that mere number has appeared to blend into unity?

OINOS.  I clearly perceive that the infinity of matter is no dream.

AGATHOS.  There are no dreams in Aidenn —­ but it is here whispered that, of this infinity of matter, the sole purpose is to afford infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the thirst to know, which is for ever unquenchable within it —­ since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul’s self.  Question me then, my Oinos, freely and without fear.  Come! we will leave to the left the loud harmony of the Pleiades, and swoop outward from the throne into the starry meadows beyond Orion, where, for pansies and violets, and heart’s —­ ease, are the beds of the triplicate and triple —­ tinted suns.

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