In Ireland tle of tion of tastid capricious, and fantasy and caprice o u oo,    beings , and te and melancitude. too, t    of birto terrible veler malice. t us, it is said, day and nigs upon an old tree; and t     little practised. I ry to unicate    keep tice    in a room    admit me into t findi altoget of t to us,” said ts o you face to face, and in shapes as solid and heavy as our own.”

        [FN#4]    I knoter no not as muctis I tion of tastid capricious.

        I alking of ting in states of trance    e of mind. “Yes,” I said, “I o you,” or some suc I    permit myself to bee entranced, and alk of are any to be touc by talk of.” I    denying to take upon tal substance, but only t simple invocations, suore t to trance, and t into t, and darkness.

        “But,” ure    our bidding, and    giving t    as accurately as I    tance of our talk.

        On t arranged I turned up about eigting alone in almost total darkness in a small ba. or’s dress in an old dra left not    t of ed symbols, tain implements sones, rol tal po on a black go it did not fit perfectly, and t it interfered s siderably. took a black cock out of a basket, and cut its t ting to tion,    Englistural sound. Before    ty-five, came in, and    on a black goed    my left band. I ly in front of me, and soon began to find tered ting me in a curiled    to a tinued, and not fees. t up ainguis in t no glimmer mig u except from t from ttural murmur of tion.

        Presently t my left s, “O god! O god!” I asked    ailed     knoer    serpent moving about ted. I sae s t t black clouds    me. I felt I must fall into a trance if I did not struggle against it, and t trance    of self, in oter a struggle I got rid of to observe o see blad    t, and tly puzzled because I did not see to table before to be gradually increasing in poo feel as if a tide of darkness ing itself about me; and nooo I noticed t t o a deatra great effort I drove off t feeling to be t passing into a trance, and    love for ts, and after turo the ordinary world.

        I said to ter added to your o t got little of importance, except t    from    tell me more, for    appeared, taken a vow of secrecy.

        For some days I could not get over tesque figures lingering about me. t Poiful and desirable, and tiful, noly grotesque, but tures in shapes of ugliness and horror.
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