Ethel Watts Mumford

Ethel Watts Mumford

Ether (1923)

Summary

Portrait of Ethel Watts Mumford Ethel Watts Mumford Ether (1923)

I am more helpless there, in that dream place, than I have ever been in the waking world, even when very badly hurt. I'm tongue-tied, and my brain feels like a pebble in a sling about to be thrown away—away—far away.
My hand, between the fingers of my nurse, is my own hand—I know it. I feel her fingers, I am conscious of the flowing of my blood, but I have no control over myself whatever. I exercise my will—or, rather, I try to do so; I strive and strain, but all I can do is to fix my attention with all my might on what the Japanese doctor is telling me.
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Portrait of Ethel Watts Mumford Ethel Watts Mumford Ether (1923)

Oh, well, any one who understands radio ought to be able to believe something little and simple, like my dream.
I wonder if, when we're married, he'll always laugh at what I take most to heart? That would be rather awful. I wish he wouldn't be so pig-headed just because it doesn't concern him! If every time I took ether I had a vision of him holding out his arms to me, and uttering platitudes about love, he would say that it was a heavenly vision, and want to tell the world.
Dear Billy! I must learn to be patient with him.
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Portrait of Ethel Watts Mumford Ethel Watts Mumford Ether (1923)

Come back—it isn't too late! Trust me, Billy! Come back!”
Then I felt it—the beat of his heart, the throb of life returning. I screamed.
On my shoulder I felt the doctor's calm hand. It steadied me. I looked up.
“He has come back,” I said, in a thin little voice that didn't seem at all my own. “The dead heart may be energized by vibration,” I whispered. “That's what you wanted to tell me!”
I looked up at him, but his eyes were fixed on Billy's face. He did not seem to see me.
“A miracle!” he whispered. “This is a miracle!”
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