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Confessions of an English Opium Eater 9<br />
extends itself across your faculties, as a mist over a landscape. You find<br />
yourself, for some hours, incapable of work, of action, and of energy.<br />
This is the punishment of the impious prodigality with which you have<br />
spent your nervous fluid. You have disseminated your personality to the<br />
four winds of the world, and, now, what intensity of pain do you not<br />
experience in concentrating it and in gathering it together!<br />
IV.<br />
The Man-God.<br />
The time has come to leave aside all this jugglery and these absurd<br />
marionettes, born of the smoke of childish imaginations. Have we not<br />
graver matters to consider: modifications of human sentiments and, in<br />
one word, the moral of Haschisch?<br />
So far, in my account of the intoxication caused by Haschisch,<br />
I have accentuated the principle traits, especially the material traits.<br />
But, what is infinitely more important, I believe, for the spiritual<br />
man, is to know definitely the action of the poison on what is spiritual<br />
in himself, that is to say, the definition and the exaggeration of<br />
his habitual sentiments and of his moral preconceptions, which<br />
must present, in this case, in an exceptional atmosphere, a veritable<br />
phenomenon of refraction.<br />
The man who, having given himself up for years, bound, bandaged<br />
hand and foot, to Opium and Haschisch, has found, weakened as he<br />
is by the mere habit of his servitude, the necessary energy needed to<br />
deliver himself, appears to me like a prisoner who has escaped. He<br />
inspires in me more admiration than the prudent man who has never<br />
failed, having always taken care to avoid temptation. The English<br />
often use, in regard to the Opium-Eaters, terms that cannot but seem<br />
excessive to those innocent creatures to whom the horrors of this<br />
forfeiture are unknown: Enchained, fettered, enslaved! Chains, in effect,<br />
after which all the others, chains of duty, chains of illegitimate love,<br />
are no more than webs of gauze and spiders’ webs! Fearful marriage<br />
of man with himself! “I had become a bounden slave in the trammels<br />
of opium, and my labours and my plans had taken a colouring<br />
from my dreams,” says Ligeia’s husband; but, in how many marvellous<br />
pages has not Edgar Poe, this incomparable Poet, this irrefutable<br />
philosopher—who must always be quoted in regard to the mysterious