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independent individualities; taking up conscious life one after the

other; are brought out by Mr。 James and the authorities to which he

refers as I have not elsewhere seen them developed。



Whether we shall ever find the exact position of the idiotic centre

or area in the brain (if such a spot exists) is uncertain。  We know

exactly where the blind spot of the eye is situated; and can

demonstrate it anatomically and physiologically。  But we have only

analogy to lead us to infer the possible or even probable existence

of an insensible spot in the thinking…centre。  If there is a focal

point where consciousness is at its highest development; it would not

be strange if near by there should prove to be an anaesthetic

district or limited space where no report from the senses was

intelligently interpreted。  But all this is mere hypothesis。



Notwithstanding the fact that I am nominally the head personage of

the circle of Teacups; I do not pretend or wish to deny that we all

look to Number Five as our chief adviser in all the literary

questions that come before us。  She reads more and better than any of

us。  She is always ready to welcome the first sign of genius; or of

talent which approaches genius。  She makes short work with all the

pretenders whose only excuse for appealing to the public is that they

〃want to be famous。〃  She is one of the very few persons to whom I am

willing to read any one of my own productions while it is yet in

manuscript; unpublished。  I know she is disposed to make more of it

than it deserves; but; on the other hand; there are degrees in her

scale of judgment; and I can distinguish very easily what delights

her from what pleases only; or is; except for her kindly feeling to

the writer; indifferent; or open to severe comment。  What is curious

is that she seems to have no literary aspirations; no desire to be

known as a writer。  Yet Number Five has more esprit; more sparkle;

more sense in her talk; than many a famous authoress from whom we

should expect brilliant conversation。



There are mysteries about Number Five。  I am not going to describe

her personally。  Whether she belongs naturally among the bright young

people; or in the company of the maturer persons; who have had a good

deal of experience of the world; and have reached the wisdom of the

riper decades without losing the graces of the earlier ones; it would

be hard to say。  The men and women; young and old; who throng about

her forget their own ages。  〃There is no such thing as time in her

presence;〃 said the Professor; the other day; in speaking of her。

Whether the Professor is in love with her or not is more than I can

say; but I am sure that he goes to her for literary sympathy and

counsel; just as I do。  The reader may remember what Number Five said

about the possibility of her getting a sprained ankle; and her asking

the young Doctor whether he felt equal to taking charge of her if she

did。  I would not for the world insinuate that he wishes she would

slip and twist her foot a little;just a little; you know; but so

that it would have to be laid on a pillow in a chair; and inspected;

and bandaged; and delicately manipulated。  There was a banana…skin

which she might naturally have trodden on; in her way to the tea…

table。  Nobody can suppose that it was there except by the most

innocent of accidents。  There are people who will suspect everybody。

The idea of the Doctor's putting that banana…skin there!  People love

to talk in that silly way about doctors。



Number Five had promised to read us a narrative which she thought

would interest some of the company。  Who wrote it she did not tell

us; but I inferred from various circumstances that she had known the

writer。  She read the story most effectively in her rich; musical

voice。  I noticed that when it came to the sounds of the striking

clock; the ringing of the notes was so like that which reaches us

from some far…off cathedral tower that we wanted to bow our heads; as

if we had just heard a summons to the Angelus。  This was the short

story that Number Five read to The Teacups:





I have somewhere read this anecdote。  Louis the Fourteenth was

looking out; one day; from; a window of his palace of Saint…Germain。

It was a beautiful landscape which spread out before him; and the

monarch; exulting in health; strength; and the splendors of his

exalted position; felt his bosom swell with emotions of pride and

happiness: Presently he noticed the towers of a church in the

distance; above the treetops。  〃What building is that?〃 he asked。

〃May it please your Majesty; that is the Church of St。 Denis; where

your royal ancestors have been buried for many generations。〃  The

answer did not 〃please his Royal Majesty。〃  There; then; was the

place where he too was to lie and moulder in the dust。  He turned;

sick at heart; from the window; and was uneasy until he had built him

another palace; from which he could never be appalled by that fatal

prospect。



Something like the experience of Louis the Fourteenth was that of the

owner of





               THE TERRIBLE CLOCK。



I give the story as transcribed from the original manuscript:



The clock was bequeathed to me by an old friend who had recently

died。  His mind had been a good deal disordered in the later period

of his life。  This clock; I am told; seemed to have a strange

fascination for him。  His eyes were fastened on it during the last

hours of his life。  He died just at midnight。  The clock struck

twelve; the nurse told me; as he drew his last breath; and then;

without any known cause; stopped; with both hands upon the hour。



It is a complex and costly piece of mechanism。  The escapement is in

front; so that every tooth is seen as it frees itself。  It shows the

phases of the moon; the month of the year; the day of the month; and

the day of the week; as well as the hour and minute of the day。



I had not owned it a week before I began to perceive the same kind of

fascination as that which its former owner had experienced。  This

gradually grew upon me; and presently led to trains of thought which

became at first unwelcome; then worrying; and at last unendurable。  I

began by taking offence at the moon。  I did not like to see that

〃something large and smooth and round;〃 so like the skull which

little Peterkin picked up on the field of Blenheim。  〃How many

times;〃 I kept saying to myself; 〃is that wicked old moon coming up

to stare at me?〃  I could not stand it。  I stopped a part of the

machinery; and the moon went into permanent eclipse。  By and by the

sounds of the infernal machine began to trouble and pursue me。  They

talked to me; more and more their language became that of

articulately speaking men。  They twitted me with the rapid flight of

time。  They hurried me; as if I had not a moment to lose。  Quick!

Quick! Quick! as each tooth released itself from the escapement。  And

as I looked and listened there could not be any mistake about it。  I

heard Quick! Quick! Quick! as plainly; at least; as I ever heard a

word from the phonograph。  I stood watching the dial one day;it was

near one o'clock;and a strange attraction held me fastened to the

spot。  Presently something appeared to trip or stumble inside of the

infernal mechanism。  I waited for the sound I knew was to follow。

How nervous I got!  It seemed to me that it would never strike。  At

last the minute…hand reached the highest point of the dial。  Then

there was a little stir among the works; as there is in a

congregation as it rises to receive the benediction。  It was no form

of blessing which rung out those deep; almost sepulchral tones。  But

the word they uttered could not be mistaken。  I can hear its

prolonged; solemn vibrations as if I were standing before the clock

at this moment。



Gone! Yes; I said to myself; gone;its record made up to be opened

in eternity。



I stood still; staring vaguely at the dial as in a trance。 

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