Η λέσχη της αυτοκτονίας

Η επικαιρότητα των ημερών κάτι μου θύμιζε, κάτι μου θύμιζε, τι όμως; Μέχρι που θυμήθηκα: το βιβλίο του Ρόμπερτ Λούις Στίβενσον, που ποτέ δεν κατάφερα να κλέψω από τη βιβλιοθήκη του αδερφού μου, "Η λέσχη της αυτοκτονίας" από τις εκδόσεις Αγρα (κλικ εδώ για γουίκιίνφο).

Τελος πάντων μπορείτε να διαβάσετε ονλάιν ή και να κατεβασετε, εις την αγγλική, το βιβλίο κάνοντας κλικ εδώ ή και στo Gutenberg Project

Ενα μικρό απόσπασμα:

"The Suicide Club," said the Prince; "why, what the devil is that?"

"Listen," said the young man; "this is the age of convenience, and I have to tell you of the last perfection of the sort. We have affairs in different places; and thence railways were invented. Railways separated us infallibly from our friends; and so telegraphs were made that we might communicate speedily at great distances. Even in hotels we have lifts to spare us a climb of some hundred steps. Now, we know that life is only a stage to play the fool upon as long as the part amuses us. There was one more convenience lacking to modern comfort; a decent, easy way to quit that stage; the back stairs to liberty; or, as I said this moment, Death's private door. This, my two fellow-rebels, is supplied by the Suicide Club. Do not suppose that you and I are alone, or even exceptional, in the highly reasonable desire that we profess. A large number of our fellowmen, who have grown heartily sick of the performance in which they are expected to join daily and all their lives long, are only kept from flight by one or two considerations. Some have families who would be shocked, or even blamed, if the matter became public; others have a weakness at heart and recoil from the circumstances of death. That is, to some extent, my own experience. I cannot put a pistol to my head and draw the trigger; for something stronger than myself withholds the act; and although I loathe life, I have not strength enough in my body to take hold of death and be done with it. For such as I, and for all who desire to be out of the coil without posthumous scandal, the Suicide Club has been inaugurated. How this has been managed, what is its history, or what may be its ramifications in other hands, I am myself uninformed; and what I know of its constitution, I am not at liberty to communicate to you. To this extent, however, I am at your service. If you are truly tired of life, I will introduce you to-night to a meeting; and if not to-night, at least some time within the week, and you will be easily relieved of your existences. It is now" (consulting his watch) "eleven; by half-past, at latest, we must leave this place; so that you have half-an-hour before you to consider my proposal. It is more serious than a cream tart," he added, with a smile; "and I suspect more palatable."