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"Heaven bless hashish, if its dreams end like this!"

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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