Dr. Bolus says his lungs are entirely gone; he breathes
entirely by an effort of will, and altogether independent of
pulmonary assistance."
"How strange!" and the carriage rolled away.
BOOK III.
THE DWELLER OF THE THRESHOLD.
"ADON AI, appear! appear!"
And as the Seer spoke, the awful Presence glided out of
Nothingness, and sat, sphinx-like, at the feet of the Alchemist.
"I am come!" said the Thing.
"You should say, 'I have come,'--it's better grammar," said the
Boy-Neophyte, thoughtfully accenting the substituted expression.
"Hush, rash Boy," said the Seer, sternly. "Would you oppose your
feeble knowledge to the infinite intelligence of the Unmistakable?
A word, and you are lost forever."
The Boy breathed a silent prayer, and, handing a sealed package to
the Seer, begged him to hand it to his father in case of his
premature decease.
"You have sent for me," hissed the Presence. "Behold me,
Apokatharticon,--the Unpronounceable. In me all things exist that
are not already coexistent. I am the Unattainable, the Intangible,
the Cause, and the Effect. In me observe the Brahma of Mr.
Emerson; not only Brahma himself, but also the sacred musical
composition rehearsed by the faithful Hindoo.
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