In the Days of the Comet eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about In the Days of the Comet.

In the Days of the Comet eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about In the Days of the Comet.
turned itself upon me, a shining novelty, poured down upon me like the sunrise, and engulfed me in laughter.  Swindells!  Swindells, damned!  My vision of Judgment became a delightful burlesque.  I saw the chuckling Angel sayer with his face veiled, and the corporeal presence of Swindells upheld amidst the laughter of the spheres.  “Here’s a thing, and a very pretty thing, and what’s to be done with this very pretty thing?” I saw a soul being drawn from a rotund, substantial-looking body like a whelk from its shell. . . .

I laughed loudly and long.  And behold! even as I laughed the keen point of things accomplished stabbed my mirth, and I was weeping, weeping aloud, convulsed with weeping, and the tears were pouring down my face.

Section 3

Everywhere the awakening came with the sunrise.  We awakened to the gladness of the morning; we walked dazzled in a light that was joy.  Everywhere that was so.  It was always morning.  It was morning because, until the direct rays of the sun touched it, the changing nitrogen of our atmosphere did not pass into its permanent phase, and the sleepers lay as they had fallen.  In its intermediate state the air hung inert, incapable of producing either revival or stupefaction, no longer green, but not yet changed to the gas that now lives in us. . . .

To every one, I think, came some parallel to the mental states I have already sought to describe—­a wonder, an impression of joyful novelty.  There was also very commonly a certain confusion of the intelligence, a difficulty in self-recognition.  I remember clearly as I sat on my stile that presently I had the clearest doubts of my own identity and fell into the oddest metaphysical questionings.  “If this be I,” I said, “then how is it I am no longer madly seeking Nettie?  Nettie is now the remotest thing—­and all my wrongs.  Why have I suddenly passed out of all that passion?  Why does not the thought of Verrall quicken my pulses?” . . .

I was only one of many millions who that morning had the same doubts.  I suppose one knows one’s self for one’s self when one returns from sleep or insensibility by the familiarity of one’s bodily sensations, and that morning all our most intimate bodily sensations were changed.  The intimate chemical processes of life were changed, its nervous metaboly.  For the fluctuating, uncertain, passion-darkened thought and feeling of the old time came steady, full-bodied, wholesome processes.  Touch was different, sight was different, sound and all the senses were subtler; had it not been that our thought was steadier and fuller, I believe great multitudes of men would have gone mad.  But, as it was, we understood.  The dominant impression I would convey in this account of the Change is one of enormous release, of a vast substantial exaltation.  There was an effect, as it were, of light-headedness that was also clear-headedness, and the alteration in one’s bodily sensations, instead of producing the mental obfuscation, the loss of identity that was a common mental trouble under former conditions, gave simply a new detachment from the tumid passions and entanglements of the personal life.

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