That is not the case, far from it. I have just lived it again, and with more reality as I told the story, and some mysterious power or other has sometimes forced me to put in a word or phrase against my own intentions.
I have failed in my aim. I must try to forget this nightmare, and suppress even trifles that might make me think of it.
I must sell Fonval and all the furniture. I must live, live in my own personality—however ridiculous, foolish or extravagant the original may be—independent, and without suggestions, and free—free from memories.
Those abominations, I swear, are now crossing my brain for the last time. I write this down to heighten the solemnity of my oath.
And you, you criminal manuscript, you, who would perpetuate beings and facts when I should refuse to admit that they have existed—into the fire with you, “Dr. Lerne”!—
Into the fire...!
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.