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That single thought is enough. There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge. We stand upon the brink of a precipice. The intellectual or logical man, rather than the understanding or observant man, set himself to imagine des -- to dictate purposes to God. Having thus fathomed, to his satisfaction, the intentions of Jehovah, out of these intentions he built his innumerable systems of mind. But, if the contest have proceeded thus far, it is the shadow which prevails, -- we perverse stories in vain.

I am not more certain that I breathe, than that the assurance of the wrong or error of any action is often the one unconquerable force which impels us, and alone impels us to its prosecution. But out of this our cloud upon the precipice's edge, there grows perverse stories palpability, a shape, far more terrible than any genius or any demon of a tale, and yet it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror.

We glow, we are consumed with eagerness to commence the work, with the anticipation of whose glorious result our whole souls are on fire. Print this. Through its promptings we act without comprehensible object; or, if this shall be understood as a contradiction in terms, we may so far modify the proposition as to say, that through its promptings we act, for the reason that we should not.

To-morrow arrives, and with it a more impatient anxiety to do our duty, but with this very increase of anxiety arrives, also, a nameless, a positively fearful, because unfathomable, craving for delay. We then ased to man an organ of alimentiveness, and this organ is the scourge with which the Deity compels man, will-I nill-I, into eating.

We have suffered its existence to escape our senses, solely through want of belief -- of faith; -- whether it be faith in Revelation, or faith in perverse stories Kabbala. If we cannot understand him in his objective creatures, how then in his substantive moods and phases of creation? In the sense I intend, it is, in fact, a mobile without motive, a motive not motivirt. IN THE consideration of the faculties and impulses -- of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them.

No one who trustingly consults and thoroughly questions his own soul, will be disposed to deny the entire radicalness of the propensity in question. Its principle regards our well-being; and thus the desire to be well is excited simultaneously with its perverse stories. And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore do we the most impetuously approach it. It is impossible that any deed could have been wrought with a more thorough deliberation. Alas, it is too late!

In the matter of phrenology, for example, we first determined, naturally enough, that it was the de of the Deity that man should eat. It must, it shall be undertaken to-day, and yet we put it off until to-morrow, and why?

Perverse stories the remains of the fatal taper I had myself carefully disposed. We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us, -- of the definite with the indefinite -- of the substance with the shadow. At length, in reading some French Memoirs, I found an of a nearly fatal illness that occurred to Madame Perverse stories, through the agency of a candle accidentally poisoned. We have a task before us which must be speedily performed.

In theory, no reason can be more unreasonable, but, in fact, there is none more strong. The most important crisis of our life calls, trumpet-tongued, for immediate energy and action. I rejected a thousand schemes, because their accomplishment involved a chance of detection. We perpetrate them because we feel that we should not. Beyond or behind this there is no intelligible principle; and we might, indeed, deem this perverseness a direct instigation of the Arch-Fiend, were it not occasionally known to operate in furtherance of good.

It is not more incomprehensible than distinctive. Print Version.

Aunty lily: and other delightfully perverse stories

We will labor now. It cannot be denied that phrenology and, in great measure, all metaphysicianism have been concocted a priori. And so with combativeness, perverse stories ideality, with causality, with constructiveness, -- so, in short, with every organ, whether representing a propensity, a moral sentiment, or a faculty of the pure intellect. It will be said, I am aware, that when we persist in acts because we feel we should not persist in them, our conduct is but a modification of that which ordinarily springs from the combativeness of phrenology.

For weeks, for months, I pondered upon the means of the murder. And in these arrangements of the Principia of human action, the Spurzheimiteswhether right or wrong, in part, or upon the whole, have but followed, in principle, the footsteps of their predecessors: deducing and establishing every thing from the preconceived destiny of man, and upon the ground of the objects of his Creator. By slow degrees our sickness and dizziness and horror become merged in a cloud of unnamable feeling. I have said perverse stories much, that in some measure I may answer your question, that I may explain to you why I am here, that I may as to you something that shall have at least the faint aspect of a cause for my wearing these fetters, and for my tenanting this cell of the condemned.

Had I not been thus prolix, you might either have misunderstood me altogether, or, with the rabble, have fancied me mad.

At the same time, it is the chanticleer -- note to the ghost that has so long overawed us. And this fall -- this rushing annihilation -- for the very reason that it involves that one most ghastly and loathsome of all the most ghastly and loathsome images of death and suffering which have ever presented themselves to our imagination -- for this very cause do we perverse stories the most vividly desire it. We saw no need of the impulse -- for the propensity. I had left no shadow of a clew by which it would be possible to convict, or even to suspect me of the crime.

As it is, you will easily perceive that I am one of the many uncounted victims of the Imp of the Perverse. The clock strikes, and is the knell of our welfare. With certain minds, under certain conditions, it becomes absolutely irresistible. We could not perceive its necessity.

The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences is indulged. By gradations, still more imperceptible, this cloud assumes shape, as did the vapor from the bottle out of which arose the genius in the Arabian Nights.

See a problem?

I need not describe the easy artifices by which I substituted, in his bed-room candle-stand, a wax-light of my own making for the one which I there found. There lives no man who at some period has not been tormented, for example, by an earnest desire to tantalize a listener by circumlocution. It is merely the idea of what perverse stories be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height.

The last hour for action is at hand. The speaker is aware that he displeases; he has every intention to please, he is usually curt, precise, and clear, the most laconic and perverse stories language is struggling for utterance upon his tongue, it is only with difficulty that he restrains himself from giving it flow; he dre and deprecates the anger of him whom he addresses; yet, the thought strikes him, that by certain involutions and parentheses this anger may be engendered.

Unably we remain. It would have been wiser, it would have been safer, to classify if classify we must upon the basis of what man usually or occasionally did, perverse stories was always occasionally doing, rather than upon the basis of what we took it for granted the Deity intended him to do. We know that it will be ruinous to make delay. If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being?

The phrenological combativeness has for its essence, the necessity of self-defence. It is a radical, a primitive impulse-elementary. Secondly, having settled it to be God's will that man should continue his species, we discovered an organ of amativeness, forthwith. I knew, too, that his apartment was narrow and ill-ventilated. An appeal to one's own heart is, after all, the best reply to the sophistry just noticed.

The next morning he was discovered dead in his bed, and the Coroner's verdict was -- "Death by the visitation of God. The idea of detection never once entered my brain. It flies -- it disappears -- we are free. To indulge, for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to be inevitably lost; for reflection but urges us to forbear, and therefore it is, I say, that we cannot.

This craving gathers strength as the moments fly. The idea struck my fancy at once. But I need not vex you with impertinent details. There is no answer, except that we feel perverse, using the word with no comprehension of the principle. Our first impulse is to shrink from the danger. It follows, that the desire to be well must be excited simultaneously with any principle which shall be merely a modification of combativeness, but in the case of that something which I term perverseness, the desire to be well is not only not aroused, but a strongly antagonistical sentiment exists.

We peer into the abyss -- we grow sick and dizzy. Induction, a posterioriwould have brought phrenology to admit, as an innate and primitive principle of human action, a paradoxical something, which we may call perverseness, for want of a more characteristic term. I knew my victim's habit of reading in bed. The old energy returns. If there be no friendly arm to check us, or if we fail in a sudden effort to prostrate ourselves backward from the abyss, we plunge, and are destroyed.

It is our perverse stories against injury. We could not understand, that is to say, we could not have understood, had the notion of this primum mobile ever obtruded itself; -- we could not have understood in what manner it might be made to further the objects of humanity, either temporal or eternal.

The idea of it has never occurred to us, simply because of its supererogation.

Nor will this overwhelming tendency to do wrong for the wrong's sake, admit of analysis, or resolution into ulterior elements. In the pure arrogance of the reason, we have all overlooked it. But a glance will show the fallacy of this idea. Examine these similar actions as we will, we shall find them resulting solely from the spirit of the Perverse.