THE DIARY OF AN UNKNOWN WRITER

 DIARY OF AN UNKNOWN WRITER

"RATHER THAN BEMOANING WHAT IS LOST

WE SHOULD CHAMPION WHAT COULD BE GAINED," Hennah Essex

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MUPASSANT

"I ENTERED LITERARY LIFE AS A METEOR, AND I SHALL

LEAVE IT LIKE A THUNDER BOLT."

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"WITH THE FERTILITY OF A MASTER HAND PRODUCED

NOVELS, POETRY, SHORT STORIES, ROMANCES AND TRAVELS

WITHIN 10 YEARS ONLY TO SINK PERMANENTLY INTO THE

ABYSS OF MADNESS AND DEATH,"

THE VERY MOMENT THE SUCCESS CAME TO HIM. THE MALADY

THAT NEVER AFTERWARDS LEFT HIM CAME ALSO AND 

SEATED MOTIONLESS AT HIS SIDE, GAZED AT HIM WITH HIS

THREATENING COUNTENANCE,

TERRIBLE HEADACHES, INSOMNIA, NERVOUS ATTACKS, HIS SIGHT BECAME

EFFECTED.  SHUDDERING FITS OF FEAR, THE DREAD OF THAT HORRIBLE

SENSATION OF HALLUCINATIONS.

ANGUISH OF FEAR CAUSED NOT BY THE PRESENCE OF DANGER OR OF

 INEVITABLE DEATH, BUT BY CERTAIN ABNORMAL CONDITIONS, BY CERTAIN

MYSTERIOUS INFLUENCES IN PRESENCE OF VAGUE DANGERS.

"THE FEAR OF INCOMPREHENSIBLE TERROR AND MORBID DISTRESS.

OLD PORT OF ANTIBES BEYOND THE CAUSWAY OF CANNES, HIS YACHT

BE-AMI AWAITED. HE FELT HE WAS HOPELESSLY VANQUISHED LIKE

GERAD de NERVAL--HE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. HE WASN'T SUCCESSFUL.

HIS MIND, "INDIFFERENT TO ALL UNHAPPINESS" HAD ENTERED INTO ETERNAL

DARKNESS"

BACK TO PARIS AND PLACED IN DR. MEURIOTS SANATORIUM WHERE AFTER

18 MONTHS OF MECHANICAL EXISTENCE THE "METEOR" QUIETLY PASSED AWAY.

HE HAD INDESTRUCTIBLE DISCIPLINE AND COLD LUCIDITY. 

H-EDOUARD MAYNIAL

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"THE ODOR OF INVASION."

EXHAUSTED, WORN OUT, INCAPABLE OF THOUGHT OR RESOLVE, FATIGUED

AT THE MERCY OF UNREASONING SAVAGE FORCE PERMEATING ODOR-ODOR

OF INVASION WHICH CHANGED THE TASTE OF FOOD PERMEATED DWELLING AND

 PLACES OF PUBLIC RESORT MADE ON IMAGINE ONES IN FAR--FAR DISTANT LANDS AMID DANGEROUS TRIBES