The Fiery Angel (Dedalus European Classics)
Gary Lachman
Language: English
Pages: 411
ISBN: 1903517338
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The fiction discussed in Gary Lachman's highly praised The Dedalus Book of the Occult. - Passages from Valery Bruisov, Andre Bely, William Beckford, Honore Balzac, William Beckford, Jacques Cazotte, J.K.Huysmans, Bulwer-Lytton, de Maupassant, de Nerval, Goethe, E.T.A. Hoffmann, Arthur Machen, Gustav Meyrink, Jan Potocki and Robert Irwin. - Wide-ranging publicity from The Guardian, Independent on Sunday to Fortean Times and occult magazines. - Author tour to promote the book. People have enjoyed stories of magic and the supernatural for ages, but in the late 18th century, tales of the occult became something more than a source of entertainment, or the means of enjoying the thrill of the strange and unknown. Drawing on the tradition of 'rejected knowledge', at the dawn of the modern age, numerous writers found in the occult a powerful antidote to the rising scientification of human experience. In these reports from the dark side, the weird, enigmatic and unexplainable became symbols of the human spirit's resistance to the new rational world. Dedalus Occult Reader brings together for the first time a unique collection of European fiction, offering some of the finest flowers and bizarr
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The Carthaginians of the fall of Ilium, but amidst general silence he said: “In order to become invisible it is sufficient to hide behind an object that is not transparent, a wall for example.” This quip of Mephistophilis caused general disappointment. However, a little while later, the seneschal of the castle turned to the doctor with the following question: “You, highly esteemed doctor, have travelled far. Do then explain to us, is it indeed a truth that the ashes of that she-ass on which.
Bludgeon upon my head, for, though I realised that magic has nothing in common with alchymy, and that the most skilful necromancers are none the less in need of roof and food, yet, all the same, the action of Mephistophilis appeared to me most unknightly. Even had I had any doubts before, whether I were behaving well in parting from Doctor Faustus, the intelligence conveyed by the Count now blew them away, as the wind disperses a fog, and in the most polite words I expressed my gratitude to the.
Myself had experienced a great sorrow—but never was I able to recall this work without my heart contracting painfully, and bitter grief rising in my throat. And when I saw Renata, seated in the same pose, dropping her head and weeping with the selfsame inconsolability—the two images, the one revealed to me in life and the other created by the painter, rose one upon the other before me, merged, and live till this day inseparable in my soul. Even then, the moment I pictured to myself Renata, once.
That the most profound secrets are never entrusted to books but only passed from lip to lip, from master to pupil among the initiated, and that, lastly, she would not accept such a sacrifice from me and absolved me from my oaths. But I had replies to all these arguments: I said that as a knight I could not abandon a lady without first attempting every imaginable means to her salvation, that for the attentive eye and mind the hints preserved in books on magic are in themselves sufficient; that I.
The sword fell from my grasp, a crimson cloud rapidly obscured my vision—and I fell. Chapter the Ninth How we spent the Month of December and the Festival of Christ’s Birth AS I learned later, there hastened to my assistance, while I lay prostrate and unconscious on the cold ground, not only Matthew but also my opponent and his friend. Count Heinrich showed all the signs of extreme despair, bitterly reproached himself for having accepted the challenge, and said that if I were to die he would.