The House of The Vampire by George Sylvester Viereck Chapter 30 Page 8

Sparks, blue, crimson and violet, seemed to play around the living battery. It reached the finest fibres of his mind� . Slowly � every trace of mentality disappeared� . First the will � then feeling � judgment � memory � fear even� . All that was stored in his brain-cells came forth to be absorbed by that mighty engine� .

The Princess With the Yellow Veil appeared � flitted across the room and melted away. She was followed by childhood memories � girls’ heads, boys’ faces� . He saw his dead mother waving her arms to him� . An expression of death-agony distorted the placid features� . Then, throwing a kiss to him, she, too, disappeared. Picture on picture followed� . Words of love that he had spoken � sins, virtues, magnanimities, meannesses, terrors � mathematical formulas even, and snatches of songs.