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12<br />
Thomas De Quincey<br />
philosophy on human destiny, are certainly not useless complimentary<br />
qualities, no more than this love, of virtue, of abstract virtue, of Stoic<br />
or mystical, which are found in all those books on which modern<br />
children feed their modern souls, as the highest summit to which a<br />
distinguished spirit might ascend. If I add to all that a great finesse<br />
of the senses that I have omitted as a superogatory question, I believe<br />
that I shall have gathered together the general elements commonly<br />
attributed to those who are most sensible, of what I might call the<br />
banal form of originality. Let us now take under consideration what<br />
shall become of this individuality driven to distraction by Haschisch.<br />
Let us follow this procession of the imagination to the utmost point<br />
of its last and most splendid resting-place, and beyond this to man’s<br />
belief in his own Divinity.<br />
If you are one of these souls, your innate love of colour and of form<br />
will find first of all an immense pasture-ground in the beginning of<br />
your intoxication. Colours suddenly assume an unaccustomed energy<br />
as they enter with an intensity of victory your imagination. Delicate,<br />
mediocre, or even evil, the paintings on the ceilings shall surge before<br />
you with a terrifying force of life; the dullest wall-papers which cover<br />
the walls of several shall change into splendid grimaces. Nymphs with<br />
shining flesh shall fix on you their immense eyes deeper than the sky<br />
and the sea; figures of ambiguity, rigged out in their sacred and military<br />
costumes, shall give you the exchange with the simple regard of<br />
solemn confidences. The sinuosity of lines is a definitely clear language<br />
in which you must decipher the agitation and the desire of souls. All<br />
the same this mysterious and temporary state of the spirit unweaves<br />
itself magically, where the depths of our existence, beset with multiple<br />
problems, reveals itself absolutely in the spectacle, so natural and so<br />
trivial as it might seem to be, that one has under one’s eyes—where the<br />
first seen object becomes a speaking symbol. Fourier and Swedenborg,<br />
one with his analogies, the other with his correspondences, are incarnated<br />
in the vegetable and the animal who fall under your regard, and<br />
instead of teaching by the voice they instruct you by the form and by<br />
the colour. The intelligence of what means to you allegory seizes in you<br />
proportions unknown to yourself. I shall note in passing that an allegory<br />
of this spiritual kind, which awkward painters are apt to despise,<br />
but which is really one of the primitive and natural forms of poetry,<br />
takes over again its legitimate domination in one’s intelligence when<br />
it is dazzled by one’s intoxication. Haschisch extends itself across our