Owen Oliver

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Owen Oliver,  The Soul Machine (1911)

“ The band went round, and the spray hissed, and the discs revolved faster and faster.
“Look!” he cried, and pointed to the diaphragm. A spectrum like a many-coloured rainbow shone upon the convoluted slab; and the girl roused to sudden interest.
“What is that?” she asked.
“It is I,” he said, “so far as this kind of diaphragm will represent me; I as I am at this moment; the extraordinary medley of thoughts and feelings that exist even in a comparatively restful mind. The dials show better how restful.”
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Owen Oliver,  The Soul Machine (1911)

“ There was silence for five minutes, ten; then, for the first time for a fortnight, Myra spoke of her own accord.
“Come and sit beside me,” she said, in a sweet, steady voice, “and—yes, I think you may hold my hands. ... No; you must not kiss me yet. ... Listen! There is a soul machine. It is called love. Souls must save themselves, as you say; but love can show them the way. I learnt that as I sat in the ruined laboratory holding you in my arms.
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Owen Oliver,  The Soul Machine (1911)

“ I am only a diaphragm.”
“Don't,” he begged hoarsely; “don’t.” He dropped his face in his hands, and his body shook. He was haggard when he looked up.
“Myra,” he said, “it’s no use telling you, because you can’t understand, but I want to say it. The machine shall never be made again. I see now that it was blasphemous folly. We cannot save souls; they must save themselves. Neither can we destroy them. Some day—perhaps after we are both dead, Myra—yours will come back to you; perhaps, in God’s goodness, to mine! Meanwhile I shall be punished enough, Myra.
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