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come down and then I shall be able to recall the circumstance.' "The following morning she did so, but I could not remember anything about it; I tried hard all day and at length I succeeded in remembering first a part and ultimately the whole experience." A well-known case of pathological projection is that of the Rev. L. J. Bertrand, who gave Dr. Hodgson an oral, and Professor William James a written, account of his adventure, which must be compressed for inclusion here.
Mr. Bertrand, with an old guide and a group of students, commenced a dangerous ascent of the Titlis, going straight up, instead of by the long Truebsee Alp trail.
At some little way from the summit, Mr. Bertrand stopped, feeling he had had enough, but he allowed the others to go on, provided the guide took the left hand track up and the right down, and that W., the strongest of the students, kept his place on the rear end of the rope.
He sat down to rest, dangerously near the edge of a precipice, and, some time later, trying to light a cigar, found that he could not throw away the match that was burning his fingers, that the cold had overcome him, that he was freezing to death. If he moved he would roll down into the abyss. He began to pray, while his hands and feet became frozen. Then his head became unbearably cold and he passed out of his body.
"Well," he said to himself "here am I what they call a dead man — a ball of air in the air, a captive balloon still attached to the earth by a kind of elastic string, and going up, always up." He saw his abandoned body beneath him, pale, of a yellowish-blue colour, holding a cigar in its mouth and a match
Mr. Bertrand, with an old guide and a group of students, commenced a dangerous ascent of the Titlis, going straight up, instead of by the long Truebsee Alp trail.
At some little way from the summit, Mr. Bertrand stopped, feeling he had had enough, but he allowed the others to go on, provided the guide took the left hand track up and the right down, and that W., the strongest of the students, kept his place on the rear end of the rope.
He sat down to rest, dangerously near the edge of a precipice, and, some time later, trying to light a cigar, found that he could not throw away the match that was burning his fingers, that the cold had overcome him, that he was freezing to death. If he moved he would roll down into the abyss. He began to pray, while his hands and feet became frozen. Then his head became unbearably cold and he passed out of his body.
"Well," he said to himself "here am I what they call a dead man — a ball of air in the air, a captive balloon still attached to the earth by a kind of elastic string, and going up, always up." He saw his abandoned body beneath him, pale, of a yellowish-blue colour, holding a cigar in its mouth and a match
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