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Confessions of an English Opium Eater 19<br />
sharpened weapon, no reasonable man could find anything to say<br />
against it. Were I to assimilate it with sorcery, with magic, whose<br />
qualities, operating on matter, and by occult and efficacious Arcanas,<br />
might conquer a domination interdicted to man or permitted solely<br />
to those who are judged worthy of it, no philosophic soul could blame<br />
this comparison. If the Catholic Church were to condemn magic<br />
and sorcery, it would be because these fight against God’s intentions,<br />
and because they suppress the travail of the times and because they<br />
desire to make superfluous the conditions of purity and morality;<br />
and because the church, not considering these as being both real and<br />
legitimate, would simply set them down to good or bad intentions. I<br />
call by the name of a thief the gambler who has found the means of<br />
winning almost every game—perhaps by cheating; how shall I name<br />
the man who wants to buy, with a little money, genius? It is certainly<br />
the inflexibility of the means that constitutes Immorality, as the<br />
supposed infallibility of magic inflicts on it its infernal stigmata. Shall<br />
I add that Haschisch, like other solitary joys, makes the individual<br />
useless to men and makes society superfluous for the individual,<br />
driving him forward to a singular kind of self-admiration and, day by<br />
day, precipitating him toward the luminous gulf wherein he admires<br />
in his own face the face of Narcissus?<br />
If still, at the price of his dignity, of his honesty and of his freewill,<br />
a man can derive spiritual benefits from Haschisch, can he make<br />
from it a kind of thinking machine—en faire une espèce de machine<br />
à penser? That’s a question I have often heard said before me, and<br />
I can answer it. For, as I have explained at length, Haschisch never<br />
reveals to the Individual more than the Individual himself. It is true<br />
that this individual is, as it were, driven to the utmost extremity, and<br />
as it is equally certain that the memory of impressions and of sensations<br />
survive debauches, so the hope of these Utilitarians does not<br />
appear at first sight unreasonable. But I must ask them to observe that<br />
thoughts—which have to all of us such immense importance—are<br />
not really as fine as when they appeared under their momentary travesties<br />
covered with magic and faded fineries. They have more hold<br />
on the earth than on the sky, and owe a great part of their beauty to<br />
nervous agitation, to the avidity with which the spirit casts itself on<br />
them. It follows on this, that all vain hope is a vicious circle; admit,<br />
for an instant, that Haschisch gives, or at least augments, genius; they<br />
forget that it is of the nature of Haschisch to diminish will power, and