31/10/2025
Happy Halloweâen to all, and to all a good frightâŚ
Getting in the mood with some fiction. How many of these have you read? đ¤
Let Mary Shelley set the sceneâŚ
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Am I, then, immortal? This is a question which I have asked myself, by day and night, for now three hundred and three years, and yet cannot answer it. I detected a grey hair amidst my brown locks this very day â that surely signifies decay. Yet it may have remained concealed there for three hundred years â for some persons have become entirely white-headed before twenty years of age.
I will tell my story, and my reader shall judge for me. I will tell my story, and so contrive to pass some few hours of a long eternity, become so wearisome to me. For ever! Can it be? to live for ever! I have heard of enchantments in which the victims were plunged into a deep sleep, to wake, after a hundred years, as fresh as ever: I have heard of the Seven Sleepers â thus to be immortal would not be so burdensome: but, oh! The weight of never-ending time â the tedious passage of the still-succeeding hours! How happy was the fabled Nourjahad! But to my task.