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I questioned him more fully than I had ever done, with a view to making myself master
of the facts of his hallucination. In my manner of doing it there was, I now see,
something of cruelty. I seemed to wish to keep him to the point of his madness, a thing
which I avoid with the patients as I would the mouth of hell. (Mem., Under what
circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?) Omnia Romae venalia sunt. Hell has its
price! If there be anything behind this instinct it will be valuable to trace it afterwards
accurately, so I had better commence to do so, therefore. . .
R. M, Renfield, age 59. Sanguine temperament, great physical strength, morbidly
excitable, periods of gloom, ending in some fixed idea which I cannot make out. I
presume that the sanguine temperament itself and the disturbing influence end in a
mentally-accomplished finish, a possibly dangerous man, probably dangerous if
unselfish. In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves.
What I think of on this point is, when self is the fixed point the centripetal force is
balanced with the centrifugal. When duty, a cause, etc., is the fixed point, the latter force
is paramount, and only accident of a series of accidents can balance it.
LETTER, QUINCEY P. MORRIS TO HON. ARTHUR HOLMOOD
My dear Art,
We've told yarns by the campfire in the prairies, and dressed one another's wounds
after trying a landing at the Marquesas, and drunk healths on the shore of Titicaca.
There are more yarns to be told,and other wounds to be healed, and another health to
be drunk. Won't you let this be at my campfire tomorrow night? I have no hesitation in
asking you, as I know a certain lady is engaged to a certain dinner party, and that you
are free. There will only be one other, our old pal at the Korea, Jack Seward. He's
coming, too, and we both want to mingle our weeps over the wine cup, and to drink a
health with all our hearts to the happiest man in all the wide world, who has won the
noblest heart that God has made and best worth winning. We promise you a hearty
welcome, and a loving greeting, and a health as true as your own right hand. We shall
both swear to leave you at home if you drink too deep to a certain pair of eyes. Come!
Yours, as ever and always,
Quincey P. Morris
TELEGRAM FROM ARTHUR HOLMWOOD TO QUINCEY P. MORRIS 26 May
Count me in every time. I bear messages which will make both your ears tingle. Art