——AND the story too—if you please: for though I have all along been
hastening towards this part of it, with so much earnest desire, as well
knowing it to be the choicest morsel of what I had to offer to the
world, yet now that I am got to it, any one is welcome to take my pen,
and go on with the story for me that will—I see the difficulties of the
descriptions I’m going to give—and feel my want of powers.
It is one comfort at least to me, that I lost some fourscore ounces of
blood this week in a most uncritical fever which attacked me at the
beginning of this chapter; so that I have still some hopes remaining,
it may be more in the serous or globular parts of the blood, than in
the subtile _aura_ of the brain——be it which it will—an Invocation can
do no hurt——and I leave the affair entirely to the _invoked_, to
inspire or to inject me according as he sees good.