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But
Rome
is
my
foster-mother
,
and
were
I
untrue
to
her
,
of
little
pride
,
of
little
worth
would
be
my
love
for
you
.
"
The
uproar
that
followed
about
Jesus
and
the
soldiers
died
away
along
the
street
.
And
when
there
was
no
further
sound
of
it
Miriam
turned
to
go
,
with
neither
word
nor
look
for
me
.
I
knew
one
last
rush
of
mad
hunger
for
her
.
I
sprang
and
seized
her
.
I
would
horse
her
and
ride
away
with
her
and
my
men
into
Syria
away
from
this
cursed
city
of
folly
.
She
struggled
.
I
crushed
her
.
She
struck
me
on
the
face
,
and
I
continued
to
hold
and
crush
her
,
for
the
blows
were
sweet
.
And
there
she
ceased
to
struggle
.
She
became
cold
and
motionless
,
so
that
I
knew
there
was
no
woman
's
love
that
my
arms
girdled
.
For
me
she
was
dead
.
Slowly
I
let
go
of
her
.
Slowly
she
stepped
back
.
As
if
she
did
not
see
me
she
turned
and
went
away
across
the
quiet
room
,
and
without
looking
back
passed
through
the
hangings
and
was
gone
.
*
*
*
*
*
I
,
Ragnar
Lodbrog
,
never
came
to
read
nor
write
.
But
in
my
days
I
have
listened
to
great
talk
.
As
I
see
it
now
,
I
never
learned
great
talk
,
such
as
that
of
the
Jews
,
learned
in
their
law
,
nor
such
as
that
of
the
Romans
,
learned
in
their
philosophy
and
in
the
philosophy
of
the
Greeks
.
Yet
have
I
talked
in
simplicity
and
straightness
,
as
a
man
may
well
talk
who
has
lived
life
from
the
ships
of
Tostig
Lodbrog
and
the
roof
of
Brunanbuhr
across
the
world
to
Jerusalem
and
back
again
And
straight
talk
and
simple
I
gave
Sulpicius
Quirinius
,
when
I
went
away
into
Syria
to
report
to
him
of
the
various
matters
that
had
been
at
issue
in
Jerusalem
.
Suspended
animation
is
nothing
new
,
not
alone
in
the
vegetable
world
and
in
the
lower
forms
of
animal
life
,
but
in
the
highly
evolved
,
complex
organism
of
man
himself
.
A
cataleptic
trance
is
a
cataleptic
trance
,
no
matter
how
induced
.
From
time
immemorial
the
fakir
of
India
has
been
able
voluntarily
to
induce
such
states
in
himself
.
It
is
an
old
trick
of
the
fakirs
to
have
themselves
buried
alive
.
Other
men
,
in
similar
trances
,
have
misled
the
physicians
,
who
pronounced
them
dead
and
gave
the
orders
that
put
them
alive
under
the
ground
.
As
my
jacket
experiences
in
San
Quentin
continued
I
dwelt
not
a
little
on
this
problem
of
suspended
animation
.
I
remembered
having
read
that
the
far
northern
Siberian
peasants
made
a
practice
of
hibernating
through
the
long
winters
just
as
bears
and
other
wild
animals
do
.
Some
scientist
studied
these
peasants
and
found
that
during
these
periods
of
the
"
long
sleep
"
respiration
and
digestion
practically
ceased
,
and
that
the
heart
was
at
so
low
tension
as
to
defy
detection
by
ordinary
layman
's
examination
.
In
such
a
trance
the
bodily
processes
are
so
near
to
absolute
suspension
that
the
air
and
food
consumed
are
practically
negligible
.
On
this
reasoning
,
partly
,
was
based
my
defiance
of
Warden
Atherton
and
Doctor
Jackson
.
It
was
thus
that
I
dared
challenge
them
to
give
me
a
hundred
days
in
the
jacket
.
And
they
did
not
dare
accept
my
challenge
.
Nevertheless
I
did
manage
to
do
without
water
,
as
well
as
food
,
during
my
ten-days
'
bouts
.
I
found
it
an
intolerable
nuisance
,
in
the
deeps
of
dream
across
space
and
time
,
to
be
haled
back
to
the
sordid
present
by
a
despicable
prison
doctor
pressing
water
to
my
lips
.
So
I
warned
Doctor
Jackson
,
first
,
that
I
intended
doing
without
water
while
in
the
jacket
;
and
next
,
that
I
would
resist
any
efforts
to
compel
me
to
drink
.
