August 9th. Nothing, but I am afraid.

August 10th. Nothing; what will happen to-morrow?

August 11th. Still nothing; I cannot stop at home with this fear hanging over me and these thoughts in my mind; I shall go away.

August 12th. Ten o’clock at night.  All day long I have been trying to get away, and have not been able.  I wished to accomplish this simple and easy act of liberty—­go out—­get into my carriage in order to go to Rouen—­and I have not been able to do it.  What is the reason?

August 13th. When one is attacked by certain maladies, all the springs of our physical being appear to be broken, all our energies destroyed, all our muscles relaxed, our bones to have become as soft as our flesh, and our blood as liquid as water.  I am experiencing that in my moral being in a strange and distressing manner.  I have no longer any strength, any courage, any self-control, nor even any power to set my own will in motion.  I have no power left to will anything, but some one does it for me and I obey.

August 14th. I am lost!  Somebody possesses my soul and governs it!  Somebody orders all my acts, all my movements, all my thoughts.  I am no longer anything in myself, nothing except an enslaved and terrified spectator of all the things which I do.  I wish to go out; I cannot.  He does not wish to, and so I remain, trembling and distracted in the armchair in which he keeps me sitting.  I merely wish to get up and to rouse myself, so as to think that I am still master of myself:  I cannot!  I am riveted to my chair, and my chair adheres to the ground in such a manner that no force could move us.

Then suddenly, I must, I must go to the bottom of my garden to pick some strawberries and eat them, and I go there.  I pick the strawberries and I eat them!  Oh! my God! my God!  Is there a God?  If there be one, deliver me! save me! succor me!  Pardon!  Pity!  Mercy!  Save me!  Oh! what sufferings! what torture! what horror!

August 15th. Certainly this is the way in which my poor cousin was possessed and swayed, when she came to borrow five thousand francs of me.  She was under the power of a strange will which had entered into her, like another soul, like another parasitic and ruling soul.  Is the world coming to an end?

But who is he, this invisible being that rules me?  This unknowable being, this rover of a supernatural race?

Invisible beings exist, then!  How is it then that since the beginning of the world they have never manifested themselves in such a manner precisely as they do to me?  I have never read anything which resembles what goes on in my house.  Oh!  If I could only leave it, if I could only go away and flee, so as never to return, I should be saved; but I cannot.

August 16th.  I managed to escape to-day for two hours, like a prisoner who finds the door of his dungeon accidentally open.  I suddenly felt that I was free and that he was far away, and so I gave orders to put the horses in as quickly as possible, and I drove to Rouen.  Oh!  How delightful to be able to say to a man who obeyed you:  “Go to Rouen!”