Athothis : a satire on modern medicine / by Thomas C. Minor.
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- Publication/creation
- Cincinnati : R. Clarke & co., 1887.
- Physical description
- viii, [5]-194 pages ; 21 cm
- Contributors
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Minor, Thomas Chalmers, 1846-1912.
Harvey Cushing/John Hay Whitney Medical Library
- Type/technique
- Electronic books
- Subjects
- Medicine
- Attribution and usage
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you are one of those Telchines who figure so largely in
the fables of the Platonists; or you may be one of those
wicked spirits mentioned by Herodotus as haunting the
sacred temple at Babylon, at the invitation of the Chal-
dean magi."
" Silence, mortal!" cried Athothis, haughtily. " Know
that I am a prince of royal blood, and my love is pure
and not of the modern kind."
" Yet, I can not understand how one in your highly
organized spiritual state should be enamored with a mortal
woman," replied Paulus Androcydes. "As for me, I
might transmigrate from sphere to sphere for millions on
billions of centuries, and never experience a real feeling
of love for one of the opposite sex. So far, I have lived
single and unmated; so let me remain a bachelor in other
planets."
" She will come to you when least expected," whis-
pered Athothis, gently. " She will enter your heart as
Amneris has mine. So love shall lead you captive."
Thus they discoursed of the tender passion and of
music, and the opera moved on; while at each moment
Athothis felt the soul of Amneris filling him with divine
joy. They listened entranced to the "Gloria allEgitto /"
beholding the triumphal procession of gorgeously robed
kings and princesses, priests, warriors, and slaves. They
watched the airy movements of the graceful dancing girls,
and Paulus Androcydes even sighed softly when one of
the ballet seemed to be looking directly at him. Pres-
ently a hymn of praise burst forth. " 'T is the voice of
my people from far-off Egypt," muttered Athothis, rev-
erently bowing his head; and even as he inclined to the
Orient the chorus sang :