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“I shall never go back to that
charnel-house again,” said the old Doctor, “not even
Balzac could have conjured up a more
ghastly scene.”
“It makes me think of Dostoievsky,” said
the other. “It is just what he would have
liked. But fiction is indeed a tame business
compared to reality, and Life is, after all, the
most daring and the most original writer of
startling tales the world has ever produced.
Your Balzac was a great reader of medical
handbooks, and so was Dostoievsky, and no
doubt they could have described such a death
scene—risus sardonicus and all—accurately
enough. But would either of these great
masters have dared to put in the mouth of
their dying German soldier that long
harangue about the Emperor? I doubt it. They
would have thought it far too melodramatic
to be true to life. Why is it that people in a
semi-delirious state not infrequently speak
with a wealth of ideas and an exuberance
of imagery which often makes them quite
eloquent? Mad people are often most
brilliant and witty in their conversation,
and as to their power of argument . . .”
“The sharpest lawyer I ever heard of was
a lunatic, and nobody thought anything of
him as long as his mind was sound,” said the
old Doctor.
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