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14<br />
Thomas De Quincey<br />
I have sufficiently spoken of the monstrous exercise of time and of<br />
space, two ideas always connected, but which the spirit affronts without<br />
sadness or fear. It gazes backward with a certain delirious melancholy<br />
over the vast abyss of time, and sinks audaciously into unseen seas. I<br />
presume that one divines, in what I have said, that this abnormal and<br />
tyrannical increase can be applied equally to all the sentiments and<br />
to all the ideas; in the same sense in regard to benevolence; of this I<br />
have given, if anything, more than enough in the way of example; in<br />
the same sense in regard to Love. The idea of beauty should naturally<br />
seize fast hold on what is vast in a spiritual temperament such as I<br />
have supposed. Harmony, the balancing of lines, rhythm in movements,<br />
seem to the observer as necessities; as duties not only for all the<br />
beings of the Creation, but for himself, the dreamer, who finds himself,<br />
at this period of the crisis, gifted with a marvellous aptitude for<br />
comprehending the immortal and universal rhythm. And if our fanatic<br />
lacks in personal beauty, you must not suppose he suffers from the<br />
confession to which he is constrained, nor that he looks on himself as<br />
a discordant note in the world of harmony and beauty improvised by<br />
his imagination. The sophistications of Haschisch are numerous and<br />
innumerable, only they have a way of leading us to optimism, and the<br />
most efficacious of all the principles is that which transforms desire<br />
into reality. It is the same no doubt in many cases of ordinary life,<br />
but here with how much more of candour and of subtlety? Besides,<br />
how can a being so gifted in its fashion of understanding harmony, a<br />
kind of Priest of the Beautiful, make an exception and a mistake in<br />
his proper theory? Moral beauty and its power, Grace and its seductions,<br />
eloquence and its prowesses, all these ideas present themselves<br />
as correctives of an indiscreet ugliness, then as consolers, finally as the<br />
perfect flatterers of an imaginary sceptre.<br />
As for Love, I have heard many people, animated with an absurd<br />
curiosity, trying to instruct themselves from the mouths of those to<br />
whom Haschisch is familiar. What could be this amorous intoxication<br />
so passionate in its natural state, when it is confined in another form<br />
of intoxication, as a sun in a sun? Such is the question that arises in<br />
a crowd of people that I shall call the jesters of the intellectual world.<br />
So as to respond to a dishonest misunderstanding, to this part of the<br />
question which dares not make itself manifest, I shall send the reader<br />
to Pliny, who has spoken somewhere of the poisoned contents of hemp<br />
seed, in a fashion to dissipate many illusions on this subject. I am