Frigyes Karinthy

Humor is the whole truth.

My head ached. I was thinking of the pain, and wondering how it was possible for physical agony to be so intense. I had never imagined that such a torture could be endured. Yet here was I, both conscious and able to think clearly. And not only to think, but to observe the process and make calculations about it. The steel circle round my skull was closing in with faint cracking noises. How much farther could it shrink? I counted the cracking sounds. Since I took the triple dose of pain-killer, there had been two more. _I took out my watch and laid it on the table.__ive me morphia,_ I said in a calm, hostile, icy tone.__ou mustn__ take morphia! You know perfectly well. The very idea! And what are you doing with that watch?___ou will give me morphia within three minutes.__hey looked me uneasily up and down. No one moved. Three minutes went by. Then ten more. I slipped the watch calmly into my pocket and rose unsteadily to my feet.__hen take me to the Fiakker Bar. They say it__ a good show, and to-night I want to enjoy myself.__he others jumped up with a feeling of relief.I never confessed the secret to anyone, either then or afterwards. I had made up my mind at the end of those three minutes _ for the first and last time in my life _ that if my headache had not stopped within the next ten I should throw myself under the nearest tram.It never came out whether I should have kept to my resolve, for the pain left with the suddenness of lighting.

Now we live in fairyland. The only lightly disappointing thing about this land is that it is smaller than the real world has ever been.

Everything returns and renews itself. The difference now is that the rate of these returns has increased, in both space and time, in an unheard-of fashion. Now my thoughts can circle the globe in minutes. Entire passages of world history are played out in a couple of years.

Is it possible that power can conquer matter, that the soul makes a mightier truth than the body, that life has a meaning that survives life itself, that good survives evil as life survives death, that God, after all, is more powerful than the Devil?

I set free the phantoms of my imagination.