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en categories of my condition as it stood about 1816…17； up to the middle of which latter year I judge myself to have been a happy man； and the elements of that happiness I have endeavoured to place before you in the above sketch of the interior of a scholar's library； in a cottage among the mountains； on a stormy winter evening。
But now； farewella long farewellto happiness； winter or summer！ Farewell to smiles and laughter！ Farewell to peace of mind！ Farewell to hope and to tranquil dreams； and to the blessed consolations of sleep。 For more than three years and a half I am summoned away from these。 I am now arrived at an Iliad of woes； for I have now to record
THE PAINS OF OPIUM
As when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse。 SHELLEY'S Revolt of Islam。
Reader； who have thus far accompanied me； I must request your attention to a brief explanatory note on three points：
1。 For several reasons I have not been able to compose the notes for this part of my narrative into any regular and connected shape。 I give the notes disjointed as I find them； or have now drawn them up from memory。 Some of them point to their own date； some I have dated； and some are undated。 Whenever it could answer my purpose to transplant them from the natural or chronological order； I have not scrupled to do so。 Sometimes I speak in the present； sometimes in the past tense。 Few of the notes； perhaps； were written exactly at the period of time to which they relate； but this can little affect their accuracy； as the impressions were such that they can never fade from my mind。 Much has been omitted。 I could not； without effort； constrain myself to the task of either recalling； or constructing into a regular narrative； the whole burthen of horrors which lies upon my brain。 This feeling partly I plead in excuse； and partly that I am now in London； and am a helpless sort of person； who cannot even arrange his own papers without assistance； and I am separated from the hands which are wont to perform for me the offices of an amanuensis。
2。 You will think perhaps that I am too confidential and communicative of my own private history。 It may be so。 But my way of writing is rather to think aloud； and follow my own humours； than much to consider who is listening to me； and if I stop to consider what is proper to be said to this or that person； I shall soon come to doubt whether any part at all is proper。 The fact is； I place myself at a distance of fifteen or twenty years ahead of this time； and suppose myself writing to those who will be interested about me hereafter； and wishing to have some record of time； the entire history of which no one can know but myself； I do it as fully as I am able with the efforts I am now capable of making； because I know not whether I can ever find time to do it again。
3。 It will occur to you often to ask； why did I not release myself from the horrors of opium by leaving it off or diminishing it？ To this I must answer briefly： it might be supposed that I yielded to the fascinations of opium too easily； it cannot be supposed that any man can be charmed by its terrors。 The reader may be sure； therefore； that I made attempts innumerable to reduce the quantity。 I add； that those who witnessed the agonies of those attempts； and not myself； were the first to beg me to desist。 But could not have I reduced it a drop a day； or； by adding water； have bisected or trisected a drop？ A thousand drops bisected would thus have taken nearly six years to reduce； and that way would certainly not have answered。 But this is a common mistake of those who know nothing of opium experimentally； I appeal to those who do； whether it is not always found that down to a certain point it can be reduced with ease and even pleasure； but that after that point further reduction causes intense suffering。 Yes； say many thoughtless persons； who know not what they are talking of； you will suffer a little low spirits and dejection for a few days。 I answer； no； there is nothing like low spirits； on the contrary； the mere animal spirits are uncommonly raised： the pulse is improved： the health is better。 It is not there that the suffering lies。 It has no resemblance to the sufferings caused by renouncing wine。 It is a state of unutterable irritation of stomach （which surely is not much like dejection）； accompanied by intense perspirations； and feelings such as I shall not attempt to describe without more space at my command。
I shall now enter in medias res； and shall anticipate； from a time when my opium pains might be said to be at their acme； an account of their palsying effects on the intellectual faculties。
My studies have now been long interrupted。 I cannot read to myself with any pleasure； hardly with a moment's endurance。 Yet I read aloud sometimes for the pleasure of others； because reading is an accomplishment of mine； and； in the slang use of the word 〃accomplishment〃 as a superficial and ornamental attainment； almost the only one I possess； and formerly； if I had any vanity at all connected with any endowment or attainment of mine； it was with this； for I had observed that no accomplishment was so rare。 Players are the worst readers of all： reads vilely； and Mrs。 …； who is so celebrated； can read nothing well but dramatic compositions： Milton she cannot read sufferably。 People in general either read poetry without any passion at all； or else overstep the modesty of nature； and read not like scholars。 Of late； if I have felt moved by anything it has been by the grand lamentations of Samson Agonistes； or the great harmonies of the Satanic speeches in Paradise Regained； when read aloud by myself。 A young lady sometimes comes and drinks tea with us： at her request and M。's； I now and then read W…'s poems to them。 （W。； by…the…bye is the only poet I ever met who could read his own verses： often indeed he reads admirably。）
For nearly two years I believe that I read no book； but one； and I owe it to the author； in discharge of a great debt of gratitude； to mention what that was。 The sublimer and more passionate poets I still read； as I have said； by snatches； and occasionally。 But my proper vocation； as I well know； was the exercise of the analytic understanding。 Now； for the most part analytic studies are continuous； and not to be pursued by fits and starts； or fragmentary efforts。 Mathematics； for instance； intellectual philosophy； &c；； were all become insupportable to me； I shrunk from them with a sense of powerless and infantine feebleness that gave me an anguish the greater from remembering the time when I grappled with them to my own hourly delight； and for this further reason； because I had devoted the labour of my whole life； and had dedicated my intellect； blossoms and fruits； to the slow and elaborate toil of constructing one single work； to which I had presumed to give the title of an unfinished work of Spinosa'sviz。； De Emendatione Humani Intellectus。 This was now lying locked up； as by frost； like any Spanish bridge or aqueduct； begun upon too great a scale for the resources of the architect； and instead of reviving me as a monument of wishes at least； and a