Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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Portrait of Edward Bulwer-Lytton Edward Bulwer-Lytton Vril: The Power of the Coming Race… (1871)

But he had scarcely accomplished ten feet of the descent, when the fastenings, which we had fancied so secure, gave way, or rather the rock itself proved treacherous and crumbled beneath the strain; and the unhappy man was precipitated to the bottom, falling just at my feet, and bringing down with his fall splinters of the rock, one of which, fortunately but a small one, struck and for the time stunned me. When I recovered my senses I saw my companion an inanimate mass beside me, life utterly extinct.
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Portrait of Edward Bulwer-Lytton Edward Bulwer-Lytton Vril: The Power of the Coming Race… (1871)

We toiled like men afraid to speak to each other. One end of the rope being thus apparently made firm to the ledge, the other, to which we fastened a fragment of the rock, rested on the ground below, a distance of some fifty feet. I was a younger man and a more active man than my companion, and having served on board ship in my boyhood, this mode of transit was more familiar to me than to him. In a whisper I claimed the precedence, so that when I gained the ground I might serve to hold the rope more steady for his descent.
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Portrait of Edward Bulwer-Lytton Edward Bulwer-Lytton Vril: The Power of the Coming Race… (1871)

Perhaps more; for he evidently believed in his own story, and I felt considerable doubt of it; not that he would have wilfully told an untruth, but that I thought he must have been under one of those hallucinations which seize on our fancy or our nerves in solitary, unaccustomed places, and in which we give shape to the formless and sound to the dumb.
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