Chief Contemporary Dramatists; Twenty Plays from the Recent Drama of England, Ireland, America, Germany, France, Belgium, Norway, Sweden, and Russia

Chief Contemporary Dramatists; Twenty Plays from the Recent Drama of England, Ireland, America, Germany, France, Belgium, Norway, Sweden, and Russia

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...--that's all. Prentice. But you find the ability--the power--increases--don't you? Jack. Yes--in the last month I 've put a man into a hypnotic sleep with halt a dozen waves of the hand. Makes pass. Prentice. Why motion? Jack. Fixed his attention, I suppose. Prentice shaking head. Fixes your attention. When in your own mind your belief is sufficiently trained, you won't need this. Another slight pass.) Jack. I won't? Prentice. No. Jack. What '11 I do? Prentice. Simply think. Pause. You have a headache, for example. Jack. I have a headache for a fact. jack again passes hand over eyes and forehead. Prentice. Well--some persons could cure it by rubbing your forehead. Jack. I know that. Prentice. Others could cure it by the passes of the hypnotist. Others by simply willing that it should--pause--be cured. Jack. Well, that's where I can't follow you--and your friend the author. Prentice. You simply think your headache. Jack. I know it aches. Prentice. I think it does n't. Jack astonished. What? Prentice. I--think--it does n't. Jack. Pause. Well, just this moment, it does n't, but--Pause.--is n't that--simply mental excitement--won't it come back? Prentice. It won't come back to-day. Jack. That's some comfort. The blamed things have made it busy for me since I 've been studying this business. Prentice. It is a two-edged sword--Jack. You mean it's bad for a man who tries it? Prentice. I mean that it constantly opens to the investigator new mental heights, higher planes--and every man, Mr. Brookfleld, is ill in some manner who lives habitually on a lower level--than the light he sees. Enter Servant. Servant. Two ladies, sir. Prentice. Your friends? Jack. I think so. prentice and Jack look at Serv-Ant. Servant. Yes, sir. Prentice. Ask them up....show more

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  • Paperback | 408 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 21mm | 726g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236750454
  • 9781236750457