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Loss of Breath (A Decided Loss)
Four Beasts in One (The Homo-Cameleopard)
How to Write a Blackwood Article
A Predicament (The Scythe of Time)
The Business Man (Peter Pendulum)
Why the Little Frenchman Wears His Hand in a Sling
Three Sundays in a Week (A Succession of Sundays)
The Literary Life of Thingum Bob, Esq.
Von Kempelen and His Discovery
The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion
The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket
The Dreamer by Mary Newton Stanard
Short Stories
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions are not beyond all conjecture.
— SIR THOMAS BROWNE, Urn-Burial.
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment. As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles. He derives pleasure from even the most trivial occupations bringing his talents into play. He is fond of enigmas, of conundrums, of hieroglyphics; exhibiting in his solutions of each a degree of acumen which appears to the ordinary apprehension preternatural. His results, brought about by the very soul and essence of method, have, in truth, the whole air of intuition. The faculty of re-solution is possibly much invigorated by mathematical study, and especially by that highest branch of it which, unjustly, and merely on account of its retrograde operations, has been called, as if par excellence, analysis. Yet to calculate is not in itself to analyze. A chess-player, for example, does the one without effort at the other. It follows that the game of chess, in its effects
