Le Horla (). February 16, Some say that Maupassant was himself half insane at the time of its writing. He did have syphilis for some time prior and did. Le Horla. First published in This edition published by It is he, the Horla, who haunts me, and who makes me think of these foolish. Le Horla () (French Edition) [Guy De Maupassant] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint.

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I thought of all this as I walked by the side of the water. I spent a terrible evening, yesterday. I have come back, quite cured, and have had a most delightful trip into the bargain. I saw a lot of parallels between this story and Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaperpublished five years later: Are you sure that he commissioned you to ask me for them? Then, I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner.

What can they do more than we can? This time, I am not mad. My table rocked, my lamp fell and went out, and my window closed as if some thief had been surprised and had fled out into the night, shutting it behind him.

It was like the end of an eclipse. Everything was dark, silent, motionless, not a breath of air and not a star, but heavy banks of clouds which one could not see, but which weighed, oh!

The Horla by Guy de Maupassant

If this continues for a few days, I shall certainly go away again. Determined to put an end to this mystifying situation, the protagonist decides to leave his home country in order to spend a few days at Mont Saint-Michel. Wikisource has original text related to this article: Very well then; he ordered you to come to me this morning to borrow five thousand francs, and at this moment you are obeying that suggestion.


I am feverish, horribly feverish, or rather I am in a state of feverish enervation, which makes my mind suffer as much as my body. In the Art Of The Novella series, Melville House celebrates this renegade art form and its practitioners with titles that are, in many instances, presented in book form for the first time. It was very pleasant and warm!

There are four, only four, nursing fathers of various beings! I asked myself whether she had not really been making fun of me with Doctor Parent, if it were not merely a very well-acted farce which had been got up beforehand.

This unknowable being, this rover of a supernatural race? I turned round suddenly, but I was alone. Some body had drunk the water, but who? Quand nous sommes seuls longtemps,nous peuplons le vide de fantomes. Horlz should there not be one more, when once that period is accomplished which separates the successive apparitions from all the different species?

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Throughout the short story, the main character’s sanity, or rather, his feelings of alienation, are put into question as the Horla progressively dominates his thoughts. We require men who can think and can talk around us. I think he had some mental issues. The writing is super, too. Fete of the Republic.

As I do now every evening, I had locked my door, and ld, being thirsty, I drank half a glass of water, and I accidentally noticed that the water-bottle was full up to the cut-glass stopper. I read this book, and can’t exactly figure out what a horla is! I said to the monk who accompanied me: I without hrola doubt. Then suddenly, I must, I must go to the bottom of my garden to pick some strawberries and eat them, and I go there.


Still, it is very foolish to make merry on a set date, by Government decree. I will update this reveiw as soon as possible. I was sure that he had not been able to escape, and I shut him up quite alone, quite alone. Certainly this is the way in which my poor cousin was possessed and swayed, when she came to borrow five thousand francs of me. I was walking at two o’clock among my rose-trees, in the full sunlight – in the walk bordered by autumn roses which are beginning to fall.

But the doctor said to her authoritatively: Somebody possesses my soul and governs it! Listen; there is the wind which is the strongest force in nature; it knocks men down, blows down buildings, uproots trees, raises the sea into mountains of water, destroys cliffs, and casts great ships on to the breakers; it kills, it whistles, it sighs, it roars, – have you ever seen it, and can you see it?

As I was walking just now in the sun by the riverside, doubts as to my own sanity arose in me; not vague doubts such as I have had hitherto, but precise and absolute doubts. I have been thinking the whole day long. I am ill, decidedly!

Is it a cold shiver which, passing over my skin, has upset my nerves and given me low spirits? To ask other readers questions about The Horlaplease sign up.