Eleonora

Iam come for a race noted for vigour of fancy and ardour or passion.

Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

In their grey visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret.

In Snatches they learn something of the wisdom which is of good , and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

They penetrate, however rudderless or compass less, into the vast ocean of the “night ineffable” and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, aggressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.

We will say, then that i am mad.

I grant, at the least, that there are to distinct conditions of my mental existence, the condition of a lucid reason not to be disputed, and belonging to the memory of events forming he first epoch of my life, and a condition of shadow and doubt, appertaining to the present, and to the recollection of wht constitutes the second great era of my being.

Therefore, what i shall tell of the earlier period, believe; and to what i may relate of the later time give only such credit as may seem due; or doubt it altogether ; or if dout it ye cannot the play unto its riddle the dipus.

She whom i loved in youth, and of whom i know pen calmly and distinctly these remembrances, was the sole daughter of the only sister of my mother long depated.

Eleonora of the name of my cousin. We had always dwelt together, beneath a tropical sun, i the valley of the Many coloured Grass,

No unguided footstep ever came upon that vale, for it lay far away up among a range of giant hills that hung beetling around about it, shutting out the sunlight from its sweetest recesses.

No path was trodden it its vicinity; and to reach our happy home there was need of putting back with force the foliage of many thousands of forest trees, and of crushing to death the glories of many millions of fragrant flowers.

Thus that we lived all alone, knowing nothing of the world without the vally , i and my cousin, and her mother.

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