Reanimator

From The Dark

Of Herbert West1, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only with extreme terror.

This terror is not due altogether to the sinister manner of his recent disappearance, but was engendered by the whole nature of his life-work, and first gained its acute form more than seventeen years ago, when we were in the third year of our course at the Miskatonic University2 Medical School in Arkham3.

While he was with me, the wonder and diabolism of his experiments fascinated me utterly, and I was his closest companion.

Now that he is gone and the spell is broken, the actual fear is greater.

Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.

The first horrible incident of our acquaintance was the greatest shock I ever experienced, and it is only with reluctance that I repeat it.

As I have said, it happened when we were in the medical school where West had already made himself notorious through his wild theories on the nature of death and the possibility of overcoming it artificially.

His views, which were widely ridiculed by the faculty and by his fellow-students, hinged on the essentially mechanistic nature of life4; and concerned means for operating the organic machinery of mankind by calculated chemical action after the failure of natural processes.

In his experiments with various animating solutions, he had killed and treated immense numbers of rabbits, guinea-pigs, cats, dogs, and monkeys, till he had become the prime nuisance of the college.

Several times he had actually obtained signs of life in animals supposedly dead; in many cases violent signs but he soon saw that the perfection of his process, if indeed possible, would necessarily involve a lifetime of research.

It likewise became clear that, since the same solution never worked alike on different organic species, he would require human subjects for further and more specialised progress.

It was here that he first came into conflict with the college authorities, and was debarred from future experiments by no less a dignitary than the dean of the medical school himself - the learned and benevolent Dr. Allan Halsey5, whose work in behalf of the stricken is recalled by every old resident of Arkham.

I had always been exceptionally tolerant of West's pursuits, and we frequently discussed his theories, whose ramifications and corollaries were almost infinite.

Holding with Haeckel6 that all life is a chemical and physical process, and that the so-called "soul" is a myth7, my friend believed that artificial reanimation of the dead can depend only on the condition of the tissues; and that unless actual decomposition has set in, a corpse fully equipped with organs may with suitable measures be set going again in the peculiar fashion known as life.