The Man Who Laughs


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The only improvement made in this lighthouse since the twelfth century  
was a pair of forge-bellows worked by an indented pendulum and a stone  
weight, which had been added to the light chamber in 1610.  
The fate of the sea-birds who chanced to fly against these old  
lighthouses was more tragic than those of our days. The birds dashed  
against them, attracted by the light, and fell into the brazier, where  
they could be seen struggling like black spirits in a hell, and at times  
they would fall back again between the railings upon the rock, red hot,  
smoking, lame, blind, like half-burnt flies out of a lamp.  
To a full-rigged ship in good trim, answering readily to the pilot's  
handling, the Caskets light is useful; it cries, "Look out;" it warns  
her of the shoal. To a disabled ship it is simply terrible. The hull,  
paralyzed and inert, without resistance, without defence against the  
impulse of the storm or the mad heaving of the waves, a fish without  
fins, a bird without wings, can but go where the wind wills. The  
lighthouse shows the end--points out the spot where it is doomed to  
disappear--throws light upon the burial. It is the torch of the  
sepulchre.  
To light up the inexorable chasm, to warn against the inevitable, what  
more tragic mockery!  
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