© 1976 – Anne Rice
from “Interview with the Vampire”
"How many vampires, do you think, have the stamina for immortality?
They have the most dismal notions of immortality to begin with…
For in becoming immortal, they want all the forms of their lives to be fixed as they are, and incorruptible: (for instance…)
· Carriages made in the same dependable fashion,
· Clothing of the cut which suited their prime,
· People attired and speaking in the manner they have always understood and valued…
When, in fact, ALL things change except the vampire!
Everything, except, the vampire is subject to constant corruption and distortion!!!
Soon, with an inflexible mind – and often even with the most flexible mind, this immortality becomes a penitential sentence in a madhouse of figures and forms, that are hopelessly unintelligible and without value…
One evening, a vampire rises, and realizes, what he has feared for perhaps decades – that he simply wants no more life, at any cost…
That whatever style, or fashion, or shape of existence, made immortality attractive to them – has been swept off the face of the earth…
And nothing remains to offer freedom from that despair, except the act of killing…
And that vampire goes out to die…
No one will find his remains…
No one will know where he has gone…
And often no one around him – Should he still seek the company of other vampires… no one will know that he is in despair.
– He will have long ago ceased to speak of himself or of anything.
– He will vanish…"
They have the most dismal notions of immortality to begin with…
For in becoming immortal, they want all the forms of their lives to be fixed as they are, and incorruptible: (for instance…)
· Carriages made in the same dependable fashion,
· Clothing of the cut which suited their prime,
· People attired and speaking in the manner they have always understood and valued…
When, in fact, ALL things change except the vampire!
Everything, except, the vampire is subject to constant corruption and distortion!!!
Soon, with an inflexible mind – and often even with the most flexible mind, this immortality becomes a penitential sentence in a madhouse of figures and forms, that are hopelessly unintelligible and without value…
One evening, a vampire rises, and realizes, what he has feared for perhaps decades – that he simply wants no more life, at any cost…
That whatever style, or fashion, or shape of existence, made immortality attractive to them – has been swept off the face of the earth…
And nothing remains to offer freedom from that despair, except the act of killing…
And that vampire goes out to die…
No one will find his remains…
No one will know where he has gone…
And often no one around him – Should he still seek the company of other vampires… no one will know that he is in despair.
– He will have long ago ceased to speak of himself or of anything.
– He will vanish…"
‘FIN’
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