July 16, 1833.–This is a memorable anniversary for me; on it I complete my three hundred and twenty-third year!
The Wandering Jew?–certainly not. More than eighteen centuries have passed over his head. In comparison with him, I am a very young Immortal.
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–that surely signifies decay. Yet it may have remained concealed there for three hundred years–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–thus to be immortal would not be so burthensome: but, oh! the weight of never-ending time–the tedious passage of the still-succeeding hours! How happy was the fabled Nourjahad!–But to my task.
The Wandering Jew?–certainly not. More than eighteen centuries have passed over his head. In comparison with him, I am a very young Immortal.
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–that surely signifies decay. Yet it may have remained concealed there for three hundred years–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–thus to be immortal would not be so burthensome: but, oh! the weight of never-ending time–the tedious passage of the still-succeeding hours! How happy was the fabled Nourjahad!–But to my task.
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Język Angielski ● Format EPUB ● Strony 152 ● ISBN 9783749456239 ● Rozmiar pliku 0.5 MB ● Wydawca Books on Demand ● Opublikowany 2019 ● Ydanie 1 ● Do pobrania 24 miesięcy ● Waluta EUR ● ID 7421945 ● Ochrona przed kopiowaniem Społeczny DRM
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