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Flammarion, C., Carroll, L,
Death and its mystery: before death, proofs of the existence of the soul

In the winter of 1878 I was living at Aurillac. I had left my wife and daughter at San Servan, Ille-et-Vilaine.

On December 22nd, while I was in a café, at about half-past eight, I was seized with intolerable anguish. My suffering was so great that I went out and returned home, where I wrote my wife a letter which began as follows:

"Sunday, December 22, 9 o’clock

“I was in the café, with my usual companions when I suddenly rose and left, although they begged me to remain. I had heard an irresistible call. You must have been thinking of me, earnestly calling me, perhaps with anguish. Is it pain? Is it danger? Oh, tell me what you wanted of me at that hour! I came home in great distress, all upset.  There was a pressing call: I needed to be alone to write you and confide my sorrow to you.”

The rest of the letter does not concern us.

On receiving this letter on the morning of the twenty-fourth, my wife was astounded. She wrote at the head of my letter, “The day of the baby’s accident.”