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are still mysterious; its obvious and apparent character is
sufficiently well understood。 Its variations seem to be chiefly of
degree。 Sometimes the patient lies; for a day only; or even for a
shorter period; in a species of exaggerated lethargy。 He is senseless
and externally motionless; but the pulsation of the heart is still
faintly perceptible; some traces of warmth remain; a slight color
lingers within the centre of the cheek; and; upon application of a
mirror to the lips; we can detect a torpid; unequal; and vacillating
action of the lungs。 Then again the duration of the trance is for
weeks  even for months; while the closest scrutiny; and the most
rigorous medical tests; fail to establish any material distinction
between the state of the sufferer and what we conceive of absolute
death。 Very usually he is saved from premature interment solely by
the knowledge of his friends that he has been previously subject to
catalepsy; by the consequent suspicion excited; and; above all; by
the non…appearance of decay。 The advances of the malady are; luckily;
gradual。 The first manifestations; although marked; are unequivocal。
The fits grow successively more and more distinctive; and endure each
for a longer term than the preceding。 In this lies the principal
security from inhumation。 The unfortunate whose first attack should
be of the extreme character which is occasionally seen; would almost
inevitably be consigned alive to the tomb。

My own case differed in no important particular from those mentioned
in medical books。 Sometimes; without any apparent cause; I sank;
little by little; into a condition of hemi…syncope; or half swoon;
and; in this condition; without pain; without ability to stir; or;
strictly speaking; to think; but with a dull lethargic consciousness
of life and of the presence of those who surrounded my bed; I
remained; until the crisis of the disease restored me; suddenly; to
perfect sensation。 At other times I was quickly and impetuously
smitten。 I grew sick; and numb; and chilly; and dizzy; and so fell
prostrate at once。 Then; for weeks; all was void; and black; and
silent; and Nothing became the universe。 Total annihilation could be
no more。 From these latter attacks I awoke; however; with a gradation
slow in proportion to the suddenness of the seizure。 Just as the day
dawns to the friendless and houseless beggar who roams the streets
throughout the long desolate winter night  just so tardily  just
so wearily  just so cheerily came back the light of the Soul to me。

Apart from the tendency to trance; however; my general health
appeared to be good; nor could I perceive that it was at all affected
by the one prevalent malady  unless; indeed; an idiosyncrasy in my
ordinary sleep may be looked upon as superinduced。 Upon awaking from
slumber; I could never gain; at once; thorough possession of my
senses; and always remained; for many minutes; in much bewilderment
and perplexity;  the mental faculties in general; but the memory in
especial; being in a condition of absolute abeyance。

In all that I endured there was no physical suffering but of moral
distress an infinitude。 My fancy grew charnel; I talked 〃of worms; of
tombs; and epitaphs。〃 I was lost in reveries of death; and the idea
of premature burial held continual possession of my brain。 The
ghastly Danger to which I was subjected haunted me day and night。 In
the former; the torture of meditation was excessive  in the latter;
supreme。 When the grim Darkness overspread the Earth; then; with
every horror of thought; I shook  shook as the quivering plumes
upon the hearse。 When Nature could endure wakefulness no longer; it
was with a struggle that I consented to sleep  for I shuddered to
reflect that; upon awaking; I might find myself the tenant of a
grave。 And when; finally; I sank into slumber; it was only to rush at
once into a world of phantasms; above which; with vast; sable;
overshadowing wing; hovered; predominant; the one sepulchral Idea。

From the innumerable images of gloom which thus oppressed me in
dreams; I select for record but a solitary vision。 Methought I was
immersed in a cataleptic trance of more than usual duration and
profundity。 Suddenly there came an icy hand upon my forehead; and an
impatient; gibbering voice whispered the word 〃Arise!〃 within my ear。

I sat erect。 The darkness was total。 I could not see the figure of
him who had aroused me。 I could call to mind neither the period at
which I had fallen into the trance; nor the locality in which I then
lay。 While I remained motionless; and busied in endeavors to collect
my thought; the cold hand grasped me fiercely by the wrist; shaking
it petulantly; while the gibbering voice said again:

〃Arise! did I not bid thee arise?〃

〃And who;〃 I demanded; 〃art thou?〃

〃I have no name in the regions which I inhabit;〃 replied the voice;
mournfully; 〃I was mortal; but am fiend。 I was merciless; but am
pitiful。 Thou dost feel that I shudder。  My teeth chatter as I
speak; yet it is not with the chilliness of the night  of the night
without end。 But this hideousness is insufferable。 How canst thou
tranquilly sleep? I cannot rest for the cry of these great agonies。
These sights are more than I can bear。 Get thee up! Come with me into
the outer Night; and let me unfold to thee the graves。 Is not this a
spectacle of woe?  Behold!〃

I looked; and the unseen figure; which still grasped me by the wrist;
had caused to be thrown open the graves of all mankind; and from each
issued the faint phosphoric radiance of decay; so that I could see
into the innermost recesses; and there view the shrouded bodies in
their sad and solemn slumbers with the worm。 But alas! the real
sleepers were fewer; by many millions; than those who slumbered not
at all; and there was a feeble struggling; and there was a general
sad unrest; and from out the depths of the countless pits there came
a melancholy rustling from the garments of the buried。 And of those
who seemed tranquilly to repose; I saw that a vast number had
changed; in a greater or less degree; the rigid and uneasy position
in which they had originally been entombed。 And the voice again said
to me as I gazed:

〃Is it not  oh! is it not a pitiful sight?〃  but; before I could
find words to reply; the figure had ceased to grasp my wrist; the
phosphoric lights expired; and the graves were closed with a sudden
violence; while from out them arose a tumult of despairing cries;
saying again: 〃Is it not  O; God; is it not a very pitiful sight?〃

Phantasies such as these; presenting themselves at night; extended
their terrific influence far into my waking hours。 My nerves became
thoroughly unstrung; and I fell a prey to perpetual horror。 I
hesitated to ride; or to walk; or to indulge in any exercise that
would carry me from home。 In fact; I no longer dared trust myself out
of the immediate presence of those who were aware of my proneness to
catalepsy; lest; falling into one of my usual fits; I should be
buried before my real condition could be ascertained。 I doubted the
care; the fidelity of my dearest friends。 I dreaded that; in some
trance of more than customary duration; they might be prevailed upon
to regard me as irrecoverable。 I even went so far as to fear that; as
I occasioned much trouble; they might be glad to consider any very
protracted attack as sufficient excuse for getting rid of me
altogether。 It was in vain they endeavored to reassure me by the most
solemn promises。 I exacted the most sacred oaths; that under no
circumstances they would bury me until decomposition had so
materially advanced as to render farther preservation impossible。
And; even then; my mortal terrors would listen to no reason  would
accept no consolation。 I entered into a series of elaborate
precautions。 Among other things; I had the family vault so remodelled
as to admit of being readily opened from within。 The slightest
pressure upon a long lever that extended far into the tomb would
cause the iron portal to fly back。 There were arrangements also for
the free admission of air and light; and convenient receptacles for
food and water; within immediate reach of the coffin intended for my
reception。 This coffin was warmly and softly padded; and was provided
with a lid; fashioned upon the principle of the vault…door; with the
addition of springs so contrived that the feeblest movement of the
body would be sufficient to set it at liberty。 Besides all this;
there was suspended from the roof of the tomb; a large bell; the rope
of which; it was designed; should extend through a hole in the
coffin; and so be fastened to one of the hands of the corpse。 But;
alas? what avails the vigilance against the Destiny of man? Not even
these well…contrived securities sufficed to save from the uttermost
agonies of living inhumation; a wretch to these agonies foredoomed!

There arrived an epoch  as often before there had arrived  in
which I found myself emerging from total unconsciousness into the
first feeble and indefinite sense of existence。 Slowly  with a
tortoise gradation  approached the faint gray dawn of the psychal
day。 A torpid uneasiness。 An apathetic endurance of dull pain。 No
care  no hope  no effort。 Then; after a long interval; a ringing
in the ears; then; after a lapse still longer; a prickling or
tingling sensation in the extremities; then a seemingly eternal
period of pleasurable quiescence; during which the awakening feelings
are struggling into thought; then a brief re…sinking into non…entity;
then a sudden recovery。 At length the slight quivering of an eyelid;
and immediately thereupon; an electric shock of a terror; deadly and
indefinite; which sends the blood in torrents from the temples to the
heart。 And now the first positive effort to think。 And now the first
endeavor to remember。 And now a partial and evanescent success。 And
now the memory has so far regained its dominion; that; in some
measure; I am cognizant of my state。 I feel that I am not awaking
from ordinary sleep。 I recollect that I have been subject to
catalepsy。 And now; at last; as if by the rush of an ocean; my
shuddering spirit is overwhelmed by the one grim Danger  by the one
spectral a

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