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Silver Age of Russian Culture

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“Yet although I could not resist doing so, my sleep was not interrupted. The door opened and a dark figure entered whom I recognized to my horror as my own self in Capuchin robes, with beard and tonsure. The figure came nearer and nearer my bed: I lay motionless, and every sound I tried to utter was stifled in the trance that gripped me. The figure sat down on my bed and leered mockingly at me. “You must come with me,” it said. “Let us climb on to the roof beneath the weathercock, which is playing a merry tune for the owl's wedding. Up there we will fight with each other, and the one who pushes the other over will become king and be able to drink blood.” I felt the figure take hold of me and lift me up. With a strength born of desperation I screamed: “You are not me, you are the Devil!” - and clawed at the face of the menacing spectre. But my fingers went through his eyes as if they were empty cavities, and the figure burst into strident laughter.”

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Book:The Devil's Elixirs
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“De tous les êtres que nous connaissons, nous possédons un double. Mais, habituellement situé à l'horizon de notre imagination, de notre mémoire, il nous reste relativement extérieur, et ce qu'il a fait ou pu faire ne comporte pas plus pour nous d'élément douloureux qu'un objet placé à quelque distance et qui ne nous procure que les sensations indolores de la vue. Ce qui affecte ces êtres-là, nous le percevons d'une façon contemplative, nous pouvons le déplorer en termes appropriés qui donnent aux autres l'idée de notre bon coeur, nous ne le ressentons pas. Mais depuis ma blessure de Balbec, c'était dans mon coeur, à une grande profondeur, difficile à extraire, qu'était le double d'Albertine. Ce que je voyais d'elle me lésait comme un malade dont les sens seraient si fâcheusement transposés que la vue d'une couleur serait intérieurement éprouvée par lui comme une incision en pleine chair.”

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