The Mortal Immortal

Book Excerpt: soul. The bounding elasticity of the one--the buoyant lightness of the other. I surveyed myself in a mirror, and could perceive no change in my features during the space of the five years which had elapsed. I remembered the radiant hues and grateful scent of that delicious beverage--worthy the gift it was capable of bestowing--I was, then, IMMORTAL!A few days after I laughed at my credulity. The old proverb, that "a prophet is least regarded in his own country," was true with ...