Le Horla (). February 16, Some say that Maupassant was himself half insane at the time of its writing. He did have syphilis for some time prior and did. Le Horla. First published in This edition published by It is he, the Horla, who haunts me, and who makes me think of these foolish. Le Horla () (French Edition) [Guy De Maupassant] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint.
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I love my house in which I grew up. What is the matter with me?
I shall go away for a few weeks, for no doubt a journey will set me up again. How long it was! For a whole hour I tried to convince her, but could not succeed, and when horlz had gone I went to the doctor. About ten o’clock I go up to my room. At last I was able to distinguish myself completely, as I do every day when I look at myself.
He whom disquieted priests exorcised, hodla sorcerers evoked on dark nights, without yet seeing him appear, to whom the presentiments of the transient masters of the world lent all the monstrous or graceful forms of gnomes, spirits, genii, fairies and familiar spirits. Mesmer and some others have put us on an unexpected track, and within the last two or three years especially, we have arrived at results really surprising.
How strange it is that a simple feeling of discomfort, of impeded or heightened circulation, perhaps the irritation 187 a nervous center, a slight congestion, a small disturbance in the ke and delicate functions of our living machinery, can turn the most light-hearted of men into a melancholy one, and make a coward of the bravest?
I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until 18877 moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as one would throw oneself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown oneself.
How should it then be surprising that he cannot perceive a fresh body which is traversed by the light.
In a brilliant new translation, all three versions appear here as a single volume for the first time. It saw my house, which was also white, and He sprang from the ship on to the land.
The young women were frightened, and exclaimed: Whence come those mysterious influences which change our happiness into discouragement, and our self-confidence into diffidence? Who will save me?
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I shall kill him. I had forgotten the servants! I went and hid myself at the bottom of the garden, in a clump of laurel bushes. How is it then that since the beginning of the world they have never manifested themselves in such a ,e precisely as they do to me?
What do they see which we do not? Have I lost my reason? How I should have enjoyed such a night formerly!
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As soon as I have got in I double lock, and bolt it: The light fell onto the trees, the branches, and the leaves, and a shiver of fear pervaded them also! To view it, click here. One might say that man, ever since he has thought, has had a foreboding of, and feared a new being, stronger than himself, his successor in this world, and that, feeling him near, and not being able to foretell the nature of that master, he has, in his terror, created the whole race of hidden beings, of vague phantoms born of fear.
I had seen Him! And I remained there until it was daylight, without venturing to go to bed again. The tide was low, as it had been the night before, and I saw that wonderful abbey rise up before me as I approached it. Look here; there is the wind, which is the strongest force in nature. He wakes up from nightmares with the chilling feeling that someone is watching him and “kneeling on [his] chest. I thought it looked so pretty, so white and bright! At first I saw nothing, and then suddenly it appeared to me as if a page of the book, which had remained open on my table, turned over of its own accord.
I am no longer master of myself, nothing except an enslaved and terrified spectator of the things which I do. And I remained sitting until it was daylight, without venturing to go to bed again. We cannot fathom it with our miserable senses: I walked through the streets, and the crackers and flags amused me like a child.
Is it a cold shiver which, passing over my skin, has upset my nerves and given me low spirits? And I watched for him with all my overexcited organs.
The Horla by Guy de Maupassant
Who will understand the emotion of a man sound in mind, wide-awake, full of sense, who looks in horror at the disappearance of a little water lf he was asleep, through the glass of a water-bottle! Lists with This Book. But on the top of Mont Saint-Michel or in India, we are terribly under the influence of our surroundings.
Quarrels among my servants. Suddenly the whole roof fell in between the walls, and a volcano of flames darted up to the sky.
Why not one more? I returned along the boulevards to my hotel in excellent spirits.