
by Émile Zola
Excerpt from Buried Alive I heard everything, but the sounds were muffled as if coming from a distance. Only my left eye perceived a confused light, a whitish glimmer in which objects melted away; my right eye was completely para lyzed. It was a syncope of my whole being, as if a thunder-stroke had annihilated me. My will was dead, - not a fibre of my flesh obeyed me. And, in that nothingness, above my inert limbs, my mind alone remained, slow and lazy, but perfectly clear. My poor Marguerite cried, on her knees beside the bed, repeating in a rendering voice. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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