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Heavens! Thanks to the Girlsown mailing list (which I think a lot of you would like, if you're not already on it), I discovered this insane story by Louisa May Alcott about people eating hash brownies (well, bon bons) at a picnic! The person who linked to it on Girlsown warned "The story is linked to a site which seems to suggest that Alcott, LMM, George Eliot, Chaucer and, frankly practically everyone worth reading, are all Godless hypocrites not fit for a decent person's bookshelf. Apparently we should confine our reading to biographies of missionaries. Hmm." So maybe don't check out the rest of that site (or do, if you like - I didn't).

Anyway, the story itself is amazing.

"I advise you not to try it. People do all sorts of queer things when they take it. I wouldn't for the world," said a prudent young lady warningly, as all examined the box and its contents.

"Six can do no harm, I give you my word. I take twenty before I can enjoy myself, and some people even more. I've tried many experiments, both on the sick and the well, and nothing ever happened amiss, though the demonstrations were immensely interesting," said Meredith, eating his sugarplums with a tranquil air, which was very convincing to others.

"How shall I feel?" asked Belle, beginning on her second comfit.

"A heavenly dreaminess comes over one, in which they move as if on air. Everything is calm and lovely to them: no pain, no care, no fear of anything, and while it lasts one feels like an angel half asleep."

"But if one takes too much, how then?" said a deep voice behind the doctor.

"Hum! Well, that's not so pleasant, unless one likes phantoms, frenzies, and a touch of nightmare, which seems to last a thousand years. Ever try it, Done?" replied Meredith, turning toward the speaker, who was now leaning on his arm and looking interested.

And well he might look interested! Also, I don't know the strength of the hash, but "six can do no harm?" Eating hash, for those who haven't done it, is much more head-wrecking than smoking it. Many years ago I ate a foul-tasting batch of hash yoghurt which I would wager had less dope in it than six bon bons, and I was hallucinating and unable to speak (literally. I forgot how. It was very scary) for about five hours. Those Victorians were made of sturdier stuff, it seems....


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Mar. 23rd, 2004 05:41 am (UTC)
I'll blame it on television. The Victorians didn't have television, didn't have to suffer the enervating effects of Party Political broadcasts and CNN (or even Fox!) to contend with. </irony>

Crazy(just couldn't resist! Although I'm the only one, hand on heart, of my age back in my hometown who can say she's never smoked anything)Soph
Mar. 23rd, 2004 05:46 am (UTC)
Good GOD!

"How charming! I'll take some every time I'm worried. Let me see. It's now four, so our trances will come about seven, and we will devote the evening to manifestations," said Belle.

Quite the druggie pros!

"Does it conquer the pride, rouse the pity, and soften the hard hearts of the fair sex?" asked Done.

"I dare say now is your time to settle the fact, for here are two ladies who have imbibed, and in three hours will be in such a seraphic state of mind that 'No' will be an impossibility to them."

Who needs Rohpynol? And it works, too!

You're right about the Victorians being of sterner stuff than us. It only takes about three tokes to turn me into a paranoid gibbering mess. That is completely, completely insane.

Mar. 23rd, 2004 06:31 am (UTC)
Quite the druggie pros!

Bwahaha! It's true, they really are! Their drug taking is so well planned, even the creepy retro-roofie parts...
Mar. 23rd, 2004 07:04 am (UTC)
That site bears some looking at, though!

I was listening to a tape recently in which the speaker was telling about a wedding they had attended. Just before the bride and groom kissed, the pastor stopped the proceedings and said, "I want you to know that you are about to witness something that has never happened before." The man who was speaking was moved by this and wished it could have been that way for him.

Wouldn't you?

And, on the opening page:

Fret not, ye red neck Baptist preachers. My wife Elizabeth, and Mary, my daughter, are in full submission to Christ, our Editor in Chief and to me, their pastor. Ladies, please enjoy this page in the Lord and in the King James Bible. Mail sent by Christian ladies will be answered by the ladies here unless I, Steve, believe the mail is meant only to make trouble. Such mail is deleted, and the ladies never see it.

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Mar. 23rd, 2004 06:30 am (UTC)
Hee! You're welcome. And yeah, they must have spent their entire lives wandering around in the druggy haze...
Mar. 23rd, 2004 05:58 am (UTC)
I sat and gaped at the story as if I too had taken sugar-plum hashish! Good Lord. I especially liked the part where Meredith 'remembered' that he was carrying enough to drug the entire party. If his normal dose was twenty hash sweeties, I suspect he remembered qute frequently!
Mar. 23rd, 2004 06:28 am (UTC)
You provide the best entertainment ever!

Mar. 23rd, 2004 06:36 am (UTC)
Hee! Glad you enjoyed it.
Mar. 23rd, 2004 06:31 am (UTC)
Holy cats. Go Louisa May, witcha bad hash-brownie-eating self!
Mar. 23rd, 2004 08:27 am (UTC)

the rest of that site is creepy and wrong. but that story rocked my socks.
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