Fog.
Churgeion Quint’s reciept for the Ague caused me to
have a wild dream which I will now relate
.
I dreamt that I attended the burial of Lovelace Love and I
resorted on a course assisted by my man servant Goiter to resurrect the vast
corpse of Mr Love. I had been made aware through reading the journals of the
experiments of Signor Galvani who had attempted to restore the vital spark of
life into a dead frog by means of electricity. I too felt that I could carry
out the same operation on the body of Love by means of an electric flux
delivered by a storm. I was also aware of the work of the American Franklin.
With Goiter’s help I used a derrick to expose Love’s body to the full fury of
the storm. After a few moments I discerned that Love’s leg twitched “It’s alive”.
I cried. The late Lovelace Love was now fully restored to life although the
repose of death had further weakened what little intellectual capacity Mr Love
possessed in life. I was now in possession of a 60 stone baby who thought that
I was the parent. My anguish could only be imagined. I then proceeded to
fashion a mate for the creature which bore a startling resemblance to Squinting
Agnes. But so appalled was the creature by the ugliness of my late creation
that he destroyed it. Leaving Goiter to fend off the rapacious creature I fled
north and took a ship in the Orkneys for Ultima Thule, but at this stage the
creature was in close pursuit. My dream ended in the polar regions when the
creature, showing a surprising agility for one of 60 stones and now transformed
into the Walrus of Love leapt from ice floe to ice floe until it had me in a
deathly embrace “Father”, it said as we tumbled into the icy main.
I awoke at
this point in a sweaty clamour
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