1 He had chosen this work, he said, because the declamatory style was framed in imitation of the Eastern authors.
2 I replied carelessly, and partly in contempt, mentioned the names of my alchemists as the principal authors I had studied.
3 When I returned home my first care was to procure the whole works of this author, and afterwards of Paracelsus and Albertus Magnus.
4 Their melancholy is soothing, and their joy elevating, to a degree I never experienced in studying the authors of any other country.
5 I had been the author of unalterable evils, and I lived in daily fear lest the monster whom I had created should perpetrate some new wickedness.
6 I returned home not disappointed, for I have said that I had long considered those authors useless whom the professor reprobated; but I returned not at all the more inclined to recur to these studies in any shape.
7 The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors, the fulfilment of which I most eagerly sought; and if my incantations were always unsuccessful, I attributed the failure rather to my own inexperience and mistake than to a want of skill or fidelity in my instructors.
8 But when I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness, that while he accumulated wretchedness and despair upon me he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and passions from the indulgence of which I was forever barred, then impotent envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance.