The Purple Cloud by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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90th of latitude, and plant an impious right foot on the head of the
earth--just as it had been given into the absolute power of Adam to stretch an impious right hand, and pluck of the Fruit of Knowledge; but, said he--his voice pealing now into one long proclamation of awful augury--just as the abuse of that power had been followed in the one case by catastrophe swift and universal, so, in the other, he warned the entire race to look out thenceforth for nothing from God but a lowering sky, and thundery weather. The man's frantic earnestness, authoritative voice, and savage gestures, could not but have their effect upon all; as for me, I declare, I sat as though a messenger from Heaven addressed me. But I believe that I had not yet reached home, when the whole impression of the discourse had passed from me like water from a duck's back. The Prophet in the twentieth century was not a success. John Baptist himself, camel-skin and all, would, have met with only tolerant shrugs. I dismissed Mackay from my mind with the thought: 'He is behind his age, I suppose.' But haven't I thought differently of Mackay since, my God...? * * * * * Three weeks--it was about that--before that Sunday night discourse, I was visited by Clark, the chief of the coming expedition--a mere visit of friendship. I had then been established about a year at No. II, Harley Street, and, though under twenty-five, had, I suppose, as _élite_ a practice as any doctor in Europe. _Élite_--but small. I was able to maintain my state, and move among the great: but now and again I would feel the secret pinch of |
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