From this period until the close of last week – an interval of nearly seven months – we continued to make daily calls at M. Valdemar’s house, accompanied, now and then, by medical and other friends. All this time the sleep-waker remained exactly as I have last described him. The nurses’ attentions were continual.

It was on Friday last that we finally resolved to make the experiment of awakening, or attempting to awaken him; and it is the (perhaps) unfortunate result of this latter experiment which has given rise to so much discussion in private circles – to so much of what I cannot help thinking unwarranted popular feeling.

For the purpose of relieving M. Valdemar from the mesmeric trance, I made use of the customary passes. These for a time were unsuccessful. The first indication of revival was afforded by a partial descent of the iris. It was observed, as especially remarkable, that this lowering of the pupil was accompanied by the profuse outflowing of a yellowish ichor (from beneath the lids) of a pungent and highly offensive odour.

It was now suggested that I should attempt to influence the patient’s arm as heretofore. I made the attempt and failed. Dr. F – then intimated a desire to have me put a question. I did so, as follows —

«M. Valdemar, can you explain to us what are your feelings or wishes now?»

There was an instant return of the hectic circles on the cheeks; the tongue quivered, or rather rolled violently in the mouth (although the jaws and lips remained rigid as before); and at length the same hideous voice which I have already described, broke forth —

«For God’s sake! – quick! – quick – put me to sleep – or quick! – waken me! – quick! – I say to you that I am dead!»

I was thoroughly unnerved, and for an instant remained undecided what to do. At first I made an endeavour to re-compose the patient; but, failing in this through total abeyance of the will, I retraced my steps, and as earnestly struggled to awaken him. In this attempt I soon saw that I should be successful – or at least I soon fancied that my success would be complete – and I am sure that all in the room were prepared to see the patient awaken.

For what really occurred, however, it is quite impossible that any human being could have been prepared.

As I rapidly made the mesmeric passes, amid ejaculations of «Dead! dead!» absolutely bursting from the tongue and not from the lips of the sufferer, his whole frame at once – within the space of a single minute, or even less, shrunk – crumbled – absolutely rotted away beneath my hands. Upon the bed, before that whole company, there lay a nearly liquid mass of loathsome – of detestable putrescence.

Что случилось с господином Вальдемаром

Я ничуть не удивляюсь тому, что необычайное происшествие с господином Вальдемаром наделало столько шума. Было бы чудом, если бы этого не случилось – особенно при данных обстоятельствах. Несмотря на желание всех заинтересованных лиц скрыть это дело от публики, по крайней мере на время, до более обстоятельного исследования, несмотря на все наши старания в этом смысле, искаженные или преувеличенные слухи о нем распространились и послужили источником разных нелепостей и в то же время, естественно, возбудили недоверие.

Это обстоятельство заставляет меня сообщить факты в том виде, насколько они известны мне самому. Вот они вкратце.