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Dreams and Dream-Stories by Anna Kingsford

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<strong><strong>Dream</strong>s</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Dream</strong>-<strong>Stories</strong> <strong>by</strong> <strong>Anna</strong> <strong>Kingsford</strong><br />

- 15 - THE OLD YOUNG MAN<br />

I dreamed that I was in Rome with C., <strong>and</strong> a friend of his called on us there, <strong>and</strong> asked leave to introduce<br />

to us a young man, a student of art, whose history <strong>and</strong> condition were singular. They came together in<br />

the evening. In the room where we sat was a kind of telephonic tube, through which, at intervals, a voice<br />

spoke to me. When the young man entered, these words were spoken in my ear through the tube: —<br />

“You have made a good many diagnoses lately of [Page 46] cases of physical disease; here is a curious<br />

<strong>and</strong> interesting type of spiritual pathology, the like of which is rarely met with. Question this young man.”<br />

Accordingly I did so, <strong>and</strong> drew from him that about a year ago he had been seriously ill of Roman fever;<br />

but as he hesitated, <strong>and</strong> seemed unwilling to speak on the subject, I questioned the friend. From him I<br />

learnt that the young man had formerly been a very proficient pupil in one of the best-known studios in<br />

Rome, but that a year ago he had suffered from a most terrible attack of malaria, in consequence of his<br />

remaining in Rome to work after others had found it necessary to go into the country, <strong>and</strong> that the malady<br />

had so affected the nervous system that since his recovery he had been wholly unlike his former self. His<br />

great aptitude for artistic work, from which so much had been expected, seemed to have entirely left him;<br />

he was no longer master of his pencil; his former faculty <strong>and</strong> promise of excellence had vanished. The<br />

physician who had attended him during his illness affirmed that all this was readily accounted for <strong>by</strong> the<br />

assumption that the malaria had affected the cerebral centers, <strong>and</strong> in particular, the nerve-cells of the<br />

memory; that such consequences of severe continuous fever were <strong>by</strong> no means uncommon, <strong>and</strong> might<br />

last for an indefinite period. Meanwhile the young man was now, <strong>by</strong> slow <strong>and</strong> painful application, doing<br />

his utmost to recover his lost power <strong>and</strong> skill. Naturally the subject was distasteful to him, <strong>and</strong> he shrank<br />

from discussing it. Here the voice again spoke to me through the tube, telling me to observe the young<br />

man, <strong>and</strong> especially his face. On this I scanned his countenance with attention, <strong>and</strong> remarked that it wore<br />

a singularly old look, — the look of a man advanced in years <strong>and</strong> [Page 47] experience. But that I<br />

surmised to be a not unusual effect of severe fever.<br />

“How old do you suppose the patient to be” asked the interrogative voice.<br />

“About twenty years old, I suppose” said I.<br />

“He is a year old,” rejoined the voice.<br />

“A year! How can that be”<br />

“If you will not allow that he is only a year old, then you must admit that he is sixty-five, for he is certainly<br />

either one or the other.”<br />

This enigma so perplexed me, that I begged my invisible informant for the solution of the difficulty, which<br />

was at once vouchsafed in the following terms: —<br />

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