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"
But
,
"
replied
Franz
,
"
this
ambrosia
,
no
doubt
,
in
passing
through
mortal
hands
has
lost
its
heavenly
appellation
and
assumed
a
human
name
;
in
vulgar
phrase
,
what
may
you
term
this
composition
,
for
which
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
I
do
not
feel
any
particular
desire
?
"
"
Ah
,
thus
it
is
that
our
material
origin
is
revealed
,
"
cried
Sinbad
;
"
we
frequently
pass
so
near
to
happiness
without
seeing
,
without
regarding
it
,
or
if
we
do
see
and
regard
it
,
yet
without
recognizing
it
.
Are
you
a
man
for
the
substantials
,
and
is
gold
your
god
?
taste
this
,
and
the
mines
of
Peru
,
Guzerat
,
and
Golconda
are
opened
to
you
.
Are
you
a
man
of
imagination
--
a
poet
?
taste
this
,
and
the
boundaries
of
possibility
disappear
;
the
fields
of
infinite
space
open
to
you
,
you
advance
free
in
heart
,
free
in
mind
,
into
the
boundless
realms
of
unfettered
revery
.
Are
you
ambitious
,
and
do
you
seek
after
the
greatnesses
of
the
earth
?
taste
this
,
and
in
an
hour
you
will
be
a
king
,
not
a
king
of
a
petty
kingdom
hidden
in
some
corner
of
Europe
like
France
,
Spain
,
or
England
,
but
king
of
the
world
,
king
of
the
universe
,
king
of
creation
;
without
bowing
at
the
feet
of
Satan
,
you
will
be
king
and
master
of
all
the
kingdoms
of
the
earth
.
Is
it
not
tempting
what
I
offer
you
,
and
is
it
not
an
easy
thing
,
since
it
is
only
to
do
thus
?
look
!
"
At
these
words
he
uncovered
the
small
cup
which
contained
the
substance
so
lauded
,
took
a
teaspoonful
of
the
magic
sweetmeat
,
raised
it
to
his
lips
,
and
swallowed
it
slowly
with
his
eyes
half
shut
and
his
head
bent
backwards
.
Franz
did
not
disturb
him
whilst
he
absorbed
his
favorite
sweetmeat
,
but
when
he
had
finished
,
he
inquired
--
"
What
,
then
,
is
this
precious
stuff
?
"
"
Did
you
ever
hear
,
"
he
replied
,
"
of
the
Old
Man
of
the
Mountain
,
who
attempted
to
assassinate
Philip
Augustus
?
"
"
Of
course
I
have
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
he
reigned
over
a
rich
valley
which
was
overhung
by
the
mountain
whence
he
derived
his
picturesque
name
.
In
this
valley
were
magnificent
gardens
planted
by
Hassen-ben-Sabah
,
and
in
these
gardens
isolated
pavilions
.
Into
these
pavilions
he
admitted
the
elect
,
and
there
,
says
Marco
Polo
,
gave
them
to
eat
a
certain
herb
,
which
transported
them
to
Paradise
,
in
the
midst
of
ever-blooming
shrubs
,
ever-ripe
fruit
,
and
ever-lovely
virgins
.
What
these
happy
persons
took
for
reality
was
but
a
dream
;
but
it
was
a
dream
so
soft
,
so
voluptuous
,
so
enthralling
,
that
they
sold
themselves
body
and
soul
to
him
who
gave
it
to
them
,
and
obedient
to
his
orders
as
to
those
of
a
deity
,
struck
down
the
designated
victim
,
died
in
torture
without
a
murmur
,
believing
that
the
death
they
underwent
was
but
a
quick
transition
to
that
life
of
delights
of
which
the
holy
herb
,
now
before
you
,
had
given
them
a
slight
foretaste
.
"
"
Then
,
"
cried
Franz
,
"
it
is
hashish
!
I
know
that
--
by
name
at
least
.
"
"
That
is
it
precisely
,
Signor
Aladdin
;
it
is
hashish
--
the
purest
and
most
unadulterated
hashish
of
Alexandria
--
the
hashish
of
Abou
--
Gor
,
the
celebrated
maker
,
the
only
man
,
the
man
to
whom
there
should
be
built
a
palace
,
inscribed
with
these
words
,
'
A
grateful
world
to
the
dealer
in
happiness
.
'
"
"
Do
you
know
,
"
said
Franz
,
"
I
have
a
very
great
inclination
to
judge
for
myself
of
the
truth
or
exaggeration
of
your
eulogies
.
"
