Le Horla (). February 16, Some say that Maupassant was himself half insane at the time of its writing. He did have syphilis for some time prior and did. Le Horla. First published in This edition published by It is he, the Horla, who haunts me, and who makes me think of these foolish. Le Horla () (French Edition) [Guy De Maupassant] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint.
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Up till the present time I have been frightened of nothing. I made him pull up before the library, and I begged them to lend me Dr. The Horla underwent a third revision before its final publication in May HOWEVER, copyright law varies in other countries, and the work may still be under copyright in the country from which you are accessing this website. At daybreak I went to it. I have no longer any strength, any courage, any self-control, nor even any power to set my own will in motion.
Quand nous sommes seuls longtemps,nous peuplons le vide de fantomes. That Being was on board of her, coming from there, where its race sprang from. As I do now every evening, I had locked my door; then, being thirsty, I drank half a glass of water, and I accidentally noticed that the water-bottle was full up to the cut-glass stopper.
I was so stupefied that I hesitated to answer.
Why not other elements besides fire, air, earth and water? En El Horla repercuten perfectamente los ecos de su propia locura. But my figure was not reflected in it. Yes, he was sucking it out of my neck, like a leech would have done. A number of his stories often denote the futility of war and the innocent civilians who get crushed in it – many are set during the Franco-Prussian War of el s.
A lot of these short stories are very psychological in nature and the writing is tip-top. Suddenly I noticed that he was moving restlessly round me, that in his turn he was frightened and was ordering me to let him out. All the water had been drunk, and so had the milk!
The town stands on a hill, and I was taken into the public garden at the extremity of the town. I have seen them amusing themselves like impudent children with this horrible power! A drama by Alexander Dumas the Younger was being acted, and his brilliant and powerful play completed my cure.
I saw the large, clear glass from top to bottom, and I looked at it with unsteady eyes. I should be saved, but I cannot. The word horla itself is not French, and is a neologism. In the form of a journal, the narrator, an upper-class, unmarried, bourgeois man, conveys his troubled thoughts and feelings of anguish. I fancy that he is shouting out his name to me and I do not hear him. A thousand things, moreover, deceive a man and lead him astray.
I wake up in the best of spirits, with an inclination to sing in my heart. There hprla nothing, however, and I was more surprised and uneasy than if I had had another fantastic vision. She hesitated again and reflected, and I guessed the torture of her thoughts. Irresistible sleep seized me, which was soon followed by a terrible awakening.
Sep 13, Heather Clitheroe rated it really liked it Shelves: The doctor felt her pulse, looked at her for some time with one hand raised towards her eyes which she closed by degrees under the irresistible hlrla of this magnetic influence, and when she was asleep, he said:.
On the 18887, down yonder, lies Rouen, populous Rouen with its blue roofs massing under pointed, Gothic towers. I was silent before this simple reasoning. He is within me, He is becoming my soul; I shall kill him! But have you ever seen it, and can you see it?
I asked myself whether she had not really been making fun of me with Doctor Parent, if it were not merely a very well-acted farce which had been got up beforehand. Parent sent lee to sleep?
I have seen him! I walked through the streets, and the crackers and flags amused me like a child. One might almost say that the air, the invisible air, is full of unknowable Forces, whose mysterious presence we have to endure. A play by Alexandre Dumas the Younger was being acted, and his active and powerful mind completed my cure. I must be the plaything of my enervated imagination, unless I am really a somnambulist, or that I have been brought under the power of one of those influences which have been proved to exist, but which have hrola been inexplicable, which are called suggestions.
Then ,e got up, satiated, and I woke up, so beaten, crushed, and annihilated that I could not move. Since your departure, Monsieur, there has been a spell over horl.
Short Stories: The Horla by Guy de Maupassant
It was as bright as at midday, but I did not see myself in the glass! Then, overwhelmed with horror, I ran off to the village, shouting: I dined at Bougival, and then I spent the evening at a boatmen’s ball. If this continues for a few days, I shall certainly go away again.
As horror stories go this is grouped with ghost stories, but to me it is more horrorthe view spoiler [part at the end where he realizes he has just killed all the people who work for him, burned them alive, actually, that was pretty drastic. The footman accuses the cook, she accuses the needlewoman, and the latter accuses the other two.
I am frightened – of what? Quarrels among my servants. And the horror of it remained with me, and makes me shudder even now. When one is attacked by certain maladies, the springs of our physical being seem broken, our energies destroyed, our muscles relaxed, our bones to be as soft as our flesh, and our blood hora liquid as water.
It is He, the Horla who haunts me, and who makes me think of these foolish things!