The spirit (demon, shall I no rather say?) of Hasheesh had entire possession of me. I was cast upon the flood of his illusions, and drifted helplessly with ersoever they might choose to bear me. The thrills which ran throug my nervous system became more rapid and fierce, accompained with sensations that steeped my whole being in inutterable rapture. I was encompassed in a seal of light... I inhaled the most delicious perfumes, and harmonies such as Bethoven may have heard in dreams but never wrote, floated around me." (Walton, 1938, p. 65)
