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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She considered for a few moments, and then replied: One day I turned into a broad ride in the wood, and then I diverged toward La Bouille, through a narrow path, between two rows of exceedingly tall trees, which placed a thick, green, almost black roof between the sky and me. But before I could reach it, my chair fell over as if somebody had run away from me.

That man was a philosopher, or perhaps a fool; I could not say which exactly, so I held my tongue. Aug 03, Sidik Fofana rated it it was amazing.

Have I lost my reason? That man was a philosopher, or perhaps a fool; I could not say which exactly, so I held my tongue. For a whole hour I tried to convince her, but could not succeed, and when she had gone I went to the doctor.

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Professional conjurors do things which are just as singular. I had him ,e. We require men who can think and can talk around us. It would take a clever person to tell. I have just come back, and I have not been able to eat any lunch, for this experiment has altogether upset me.

I think he had some mental issues.

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I have seen mad people, and I have known some who were quite intelligent, lucid, even clear-sighted in every concern of life, borla on one point. I have been to Mont Saint-Michel, which I had not seen before. The Affairs of Maupassant film. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.

Who inhabits those worlds? I have had a terrible night. On the left, down yonder, lies Rouen, populous Rouen with its blue roofs massing under pointed, Gothic towers. Sometimes, in order to tire myself out, lf I am fatigued enough already, I go for a lr in the forest of Roumare. He whom disquieted priests exorcised, whom sorcerers evoked on dark nights, without seeing him appear, He to whom the imaginations of the transient masters of the world lent all the monstrous or graceful forms of gnomes, spirits, genii, fairies, and familiar spirits.


Then I walk up and down my drawing-room, oppressed by a feeling of confused and irresistible fear, the fear of sleep and fear of my bed. And then suddenly, I wake up, shaken and bathed in perspiration; I light a candle and find that I am alone, and after that crisis, which 187 every night, I at length fall asleep and slumber tranquilly till morning.

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May 14, Florencia rated it really liked it Shelves: I felt that painful wish to return which oppresses you when you have left a beloved invalid at home, and when you are seized by a presentiment that he is worse.

I sent for a blacksmith from Rouen and ordered iron shutters of him for my room, such as some private hotels in Paris have on the ground floor, for fear of thieves, and he is going to make me a similar door as well.

Suddenly it seemed as if I were being followed, that somebody was walking at my heels, close, quite close to me, near enough to touch me. But on the top of Mont Saint-Michel or in India, we are terribly under the influence of our surroundings.

And I went on thinking: How I should have enjoyed such a night formerly! I got up softly, and I walked to the right and left for sometime, so that he might not guess anything; then I took off my boots and put on my slippers carelessly; then I fastened the iron shutters and going back to the door quickly I double-locked it with a padlock, putting the key into my pocket.

There are four, only four, those nursing fathers of various beings! I certainly should think that I was mad, absolutely mad, if I were not conscious that I knew my state, if I could not fathom it and analyze it with the most complete lucidity.


Little does he know that he had unwittingly invited an invisible creature —the Horla—that will haunt him until the end of times. And I watched for him with all my overexcited nerves. But, nevertheless, sometimes the animal rebels and kills the man who has subjugated it.

I saw a lot of parallels between this story and Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaperpublished five years later: I entered this gigantic granite jewel which is as light as a bit of lace, covered with towers, with slender belfries to which spiral staircases ascend, and which raise their strange heads that bristle with chimeras, with devils, with fantastic animals, with monstrous flowers, and which are joined together by finely carved arches, to the blue sky by day, and to the black sky by night.

On looking at her attentively, however, my doubts disappeared. Use of this site indicates your consent to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Everything that surrounds us, everything that we see without looking at it, everything that we touch without knowing it, everything that we handle without feeling it, all that we meet without clearly distinguishing it, has a rapid, surprising and inexplicable effect upon us and upon our organs, and through them on our ideas and on our heart itself.

I sleep – a long time – two or three hours perhaps – then a dream – no – a nightmare lays hold on me.

I contemplated a simple and easy act of liberty, a carriage ride to Rouen – and I have not been able to do it. It saw my house, which was also white, and He sprang from the ship on to the land. He found that my pulse was high, my eyes dilated, my nerves highly gorla, but no alarming symptoms. I shall be able to. I have seen them diverting themselves like rash children with hoorla horrible power!