Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - VIII. Swedenborg
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
discover a dozen distaffs, the wheels of which
remind me of electric machines. I open a large
box; it is empty; only five staves painted black,
the use of which is unknown to me, lie in the
form of a pentagram at the bottom of the box.
Who has played me this trick, and what does it
mean? I do not venture to ask anything about
it, and the riddle remains unsolved.
Between midnight and two o’clock a terrible
storm breaks out. As a rule a storm exhausts
itself and soon subsides; this one, however,
remains raging for two hours over the village.
Every lightning flash is a personal attack on
me, but none of them strike me.
In the evening my mother-in-law relates to me
the history of the district. What a monstrous
collection of domestic and other tragedies,
consisting of adulteries, divorces, lawsuits between
relatives, murders, thefts, violations, incests,
slanders. The castles, the villas, the huts are
occupied by unhappy people of all kinds, and
I cannot take my walks without thinking of
Swedenborg’s hells. Beggars, imbeciles of both
sexes, sick persons and cripples line the high
roads or kneel at the foot of a crucifix, a
Madonna, or a martyr. At night the wretched
creatures try to escape their sleeplessness and
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
