CATULLE MENDES
What the Shadow Demands
This story was collected in the volume Rue des Filles-Diewu, 5 ou
L’Héautonpératéroméne (Paris: Charpentier et Fasquelle, 1895).
52 the prison of La Roquette: La Grande Roquette, opened in 1851, was
the central prison in Paris at the time, at the entrance to which, in the
street and in view of the public, a special base was constructed for the
guillotine.
59 miping it off the map: Mendés must be referring to the cataclysmic eruption
of Krakatoa in 1883, in the vicinity of Java and other islands, that caused
tsunamis with innumerable casualties in their wake. News of this catas—
trophe caused a stir in Europe and North America,
62 the universal law would no longer be transgressed: it is here that the story
shows most clearly its appurtenance to the genre of littérature fantastique,
defined as an occurrence that cannot be explained rationally erupting
within a framework obedient to the laws of nature.
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I Sed SO RS ZeeCATULLE MENDES
What the Shadow Demani
Te scene is the prison of La Roguette inthe cell ofa condemned
“Gentlemen, I thank you. You have brought me paper, envelopes;
‘pen, an inkwell’ (he arranged these objects before hin on the table a
Fhe spoke), thankyou indeed. Thanks lso to Monsic le Directeu
governor ofthe prison, fr allowing me to keep alight burning ford
part ofthis night. Thave a leter to write. This will ake mea fide
while; and Ihlive, yes Tibelieve(and her he chuckled almost mis
chievously) ‘that Fonly have few hours left me. So Ibid you good
ening, gentlemen, Sleep wel, slecp well, while I write. I sense that
we shall be woken early tomorrow morning, And so goodnight”
‘One of the warders left the cll, followed by « heavy scraping
sound asthe holt was shot to in the thick wall. The other warder
stretched out on a camp-bed placed direct in front ofthe door, He
was soon snoring away peacefully. The prisoner caused them no co
cern whatever, He was a sickly, prematurely aged litle man, whose
fingers continually trembled. He was aways cooperative and gendle
inmanner, notwithstanding the atrocity of his erm They had never
once had to use the straitjacket on him. And he would assuredly be as
gentle as lamb when they led him to the guillotine, alam who knew
Where he was going, but who would offer no resistance. In that
hitesh and brownish cell, where th candle fame burned absolutely
straight, the lite man, wth his nose pressed up against the paper
scraped avay with his pen, the only sound to he hear between the
In the way of methodical people, he began by addressing the
envelope: ‘For the Attention ofthe Chaplain, Prison of La Roquette?
And he undetlined an instruction: “Not to be opened before my
death.’ Excellent. Now forthe letter, And he began to write, care
fully, but without undue haste—he was used to the slight rembling
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his ingers—like a conscientious clerk calmly copying outa report
His writing was very close and smal
Reverend Sir, Lams ask you to forgive me for having so long
psiponed, despite your charitable enquires, revealing w you the
ive behind the abominable marde Ihave committed, I cll not
no te cause of my crime to be known before its perpetrator found
tol beyond the reach ofall absolution or meres. Fox my salvation
ruld have been a disobedience. But todas—this afternoon, this
ry evening-—I knew by some inflible signs chat the decisive
ment a8 near, inthe instants when, given the positioning and
hight of the two narrow windows, my appearance in the shadow
jected on the wall seemed to flout every natural aw. ust now,
for instance, while [was speaking to my warders, seated not behind,
hut in front of the candlestick, the trenchant absence of what I sill,
possess as so clear-cut in the shadow eas, [knew the time was close
hen all would be resolved, and my appearance corrected. I knew
tharjust before dawn, Monsieur le Directeur, governor of the prison,
sould come in here, accompanied by others, and tell me chat must
fesolve t0 die, Which gives me just time to write this letter of
planation,
itis indeed extrwoninary that a man like myself, not wicked, not
demented, but a straightforward fellow, born of decent folk well
iht-up and espectalyemployed—T as, you will eal, a hab:
asher in Rény-sur-Oise—tha aman lke myself, say, shoul be
uty, and without any hated to motivate it, as if id it for pleas-
ive, of such # dreadfal and cafculsted marder.T can imagine the
‘upelaction ofthe members ofthe jury of the cour, ofthe:
appointed t report on my mental alt, (Chase been careful not to
reveal the truth, they would have taken me for 2 madman! T would
have been sequited, and therefore unable to fll my destiny.) ean
siso well understand your bewilderment before me, Chaplain
Fccause you know no more than the others,
Bt Fknow
‘One thing that surprises even me, however, shat Iwas not aware
of this thing immediately, I mean even after I had attained the age of
reason. Wasit because, 8 child, with undisciplined mind and eyes,
{imply didn't notice the strangeness of my conltion, or possibly
{believed that everyone shared it? No, instinct alone would have
informed me that I was somehow acted, Could ite, then, thattheCatlle Mendes
places where I worked and played—the schoolroom, the lite
Table garden behind my parents? neat house—simply prevented iil
rotiing the anomaly? No again, beease light plays through the Ba
ffa schooloom window as roe asit does elsewhere; and the garda
tall was a good deal taller than Twas t shoulder height. Having pal
in my boyhood and early adolescence 1 was—as far le wo
repens nse mal costed ie oer ye Tl
Cee tie a deeen fy edeyacpeda ool
sip get he men aneleotie son adil
Mia Sr requaty tht ipl the en coer
tay cee fl domand oe Beko Syl
Taka antarate nee when etn Sd a
oat on thr drenny hindi
‘Tete sow autne fr yu Reverend Re, ow ad ll
Lea undend thence he ory St ave eye il
honor, baby sieciaton ad conta, wth ri
Pee neceiek oom eee
se ego etend nels inept
ing a so of Sut Ray ur Oe Oe her, who Wa
a jung nan down fou i avd ink fe nnd
dike toominornon= call
Cataray clieeeeticg anmnononos al
set wg he aun dccnng hn ea
we ocic nd ete apres nt acl
Tego hah, die my sgh snted apparn
att danas cence a
by ne red youn techn a nig po ee
pipe ceva cela ay hoo ey wl
Madncloes then ate wel ep
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Tateady had a taste of what my Tie woul always be, calm vst
aching ahead. Even at fifteen, I scarcely fel the disturbances asso-
aacinatof puberty, My mother rejoioed at my plciity.
ie ar have to confess tit fom sateen on, T would steal more
re an were steely appropriate atthe mew apprentice, youn
ei scl almost, who came dally and worked inthe back of the
Mabini on hatands and the peaks for cps. She woudl end up
a aaa of litle black pinpricks on her fingertips, But she had
wh prety ees, glowing with He, under her mop of unruly red
tal And between her feces, her skin was so whit
Meare ihe daughter of our neighbour, the village drugsist. She
ane atinny, and had long arms tha she didn'e quite know what
seit they would hang down awkwardly when se had stopped
(rang fund her charming, ust as she was, When I gsze a ey
wed on the other side of the table, she would aug
id orycand when she cried she was prettier sil. Youmust forgive
vate crllend Father, for recounting these flies, perhaps not
Me aly ntsnted by nn, My excuses that I did intend roars he
tuhen Fame of age and got established.
We used co ect on spring mornings, inthe clamp of willows by
ence, We would hold hands, butnotstand so close; we didsay
io rrr and we didn't look at each other. Bur W could hear ber
Tea hich ike may own came strong and rapid, a though we
eaeiny preah, Then twas sunsmer. Twasseventeen. Now, when
er ited, I drew closer to her. ida’ dare declare myself ye, but
tea aw hor close, ax if to whisper something in her ca. She
rou sor head to lok at the tees, oF lowered itto the sandy path
then on one cecasion—the ar was on fire and the bees were
pa ee dragonflies darted about us—T drew her brusque towards
we nl tugged her chose, and searcely knowing what I was doing
evened may lip co hers: We stopped, astonished, delighted, lot
Seay bined and Kept Kissing her beautiful hor mouth which she
‘ond not eos
Hae oie atthe very instant ny child's heart was wering ito
tea and while I Kssed her still I drew slighty to one
that ofa ane our two shadows, our rvo slender and lengthened
Shadows, clearly outlined onthe pale narrow path?
esd make ont her body next eo mine, could see owe arms
“eauwineds and ttle higher than her shoulder Ieould see my own,6 Gasle Mendes
slightly inclined, and higher stil, there was her forehead, and Ah
prety tousle of her har, but as was breathing inher own breath
1 did not see... no, n, 1 did not se, on the pale path, my om fe
1 did not sce my forebead, I did not see my har. My own lips Welt
‘upon her lips! But, fom the neck upwards, my own shadow bad
‘mouth, no forehead, no ai... My shadow was without ahead
Te would be dificult indeed, Sir, to express my agitation on dig
‘covering that my shadow had no head Aft later on, [rushed bad
{othe spot the track where my image had been cut of, supposing
there mst be some abrupt hollow or hoe into which my head. had
filen, eu offby the edge. But there wasn such hollow. The ground
was smooth and unbroken. And there, in front of me, stretched mie
Aecapitated shadow! Out of some instinctive terror, Through my
hands up tomy cheeks and my temples: I touched, and touched agi
my fleshy, downy, living skin: andl on the road I saw the black shade
ons of my palms stething the contour of the mating that a
1 succumbed 1.4 fever that confined me 1o my bed for Sty days
‘Once in convalescence, my eyes looked wildy, and I seid nota wor
people started to wonder whether my illhss—it was typhoid
fever—had not left me mad or simple, Nether wis true. My reason
ing was entirely intact. But I could not help thinking of my unfin
ished shadow. And I thought about it obsessively, with fear and with
‘age. I was both terrified and consumed by the desive to know
whether, after my illness, the thing was as before. Today, peshape,
my shadow hada head! How L wished it were so! In the end, my cor
‘sity triumphed over my apprehension, One morning wen Iwas
alone in my bedroom, sunk deep in my valetudinaran's armchai,
[rose up slowly between the window and the wall, I turned around
slowly... above the chair-back rose my shoulders, my neck —and
nothing else! fell back in a dead faint
“For days, weeks, months Iwas morose and sit with staring eyes,
‘hich alarmed my mother. cis very hard to give an idea unless one
has experienced it oneself—of the anxity that borders on teror, of
theshae that cunt torture, which inthe eary day man
who isin any way sensitive and who is persuaded—a conviction com.
firmed at every moment— that his shadow lacks ahead. Temight even
beciser to get used to not having head nese in that ease to Keep
‘he mind calm, it would simply mean not touching the face or the
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ut and eel ving mir. Pechaps one might eve forest
Maton "wan headless. But how is it powable, without Hing in
tn so reeceh pein ea
Mat dre tel one of my rouble, IU had ben be to contest 0
ty pte orm ends I might have lesened the torment. But
iim inance—and sine then {have come to understand the wis
fmf hiinwiner~warned me ora lent, snd tat shold
trap ret the deviance fom natal that was eno in
clo, oat eatin the appuren incompleteness of ay peson
Whar proved ome ta ado Kep it secrets that thanks othe
sperton of ome meters a higher wil Iwas the oly one
force No one ever evinced the est suerae a seting, ext to his
{Rado complete with head; my own that was no. The fac hat
Mendy coe through nay sion sa a esd thee Bat
thir remased somehingberween mand... someone In ation to
this Twas helped bec ime, bic acestoms us 0 most things,
ind eptton of the fact ended by taking the edge off my anguish
Fiat ny antnishment and then ny feat became es acute, cn
fronted with ths neck hat sports nothing. My father died the
arate ny mote, and Tha buy myst—aer the shck of
"hich had become smear chor, To keep mylene, Thad 1
ne vata adverse in the oa aespaper of Sei Rémy su
Cine, Then {zoe marid, tothe ite apprentice, daughter of oar
seth the Uroggse who had vrmed ou and Beastial had
Children, wo boys andi anda of this took my sind off my
Tbe Thee remained ste slight hesitation my speech, and
Sigh conan im my movements which ited with de amiable
face ofmy chriter nea stopped nosicing my anomaly of a
ean Tacnoweged i without psi sometime even treated ith
Teal never forget t—Lvas showing our ange of silk top-hats tothe
‘own ofthe Hotel des Trois Empereurs; not knowing where to put
bles and chairs
fone which was much to small for my client, the
being clurtered, I put ton my own ead—and I doubled up, Hiter-
aly doubled up laughing! Why? Because onthe wallsa theshadow
of the hat, which was so narove that child's head could scarcely
have fted it with its rim, resting rather shabily, right on the shadows® Catule Mende
say tS sn my te od
T derived some pleasure from that. cnc
started to manifest themselves in the winter of th ea
‘waters, and one day I saw the apple t the d ¥
fom which tovatcnractnoad oy sao
jected against the wall, L repeated, almost in a whisper, betw &
trembling lips: es, here i something amy. Thee ineoeeen
awry in the world.” ol
th the ely wars comet Tene
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them did not strike me at all—and the relation of cause and effect
Detween the two anomalies even les. But just as one ean scarcely
Inake out the tendsils of creeper stretched from one side of the track
Wo the other, inthe growing ight of dawn, it seemed to me chat there
were ink, leit ight, tenuous, vague, more guessed at than verted,
hich connected the two phenomen. Yes, I flt that Iwas noc a
strange to the strange thing that was happening, ad thatthe tans
pression of one of nature's laws, in me, corresponded in some mys
Terious way withthe transgression of another of nature's laws.
‘Nevertheless, the suspicion-—which remained in any ease very
ngue, uncertain, scarcely hinted at—that the headlessness of my
hadow was not unrelated to the anomaly of a winter so burninly
wammerike, soon fled as the esto in econance with unalerable
w, cooled down to is seasonal norm; and T think thatthe suspicion
which troubled my mind would have vanished for good, ha it no
boon fr the fact that, quite a while late, a¢ the begining of April,
the papers carried reports, often recounted in grat detail, ofthe sad
‘ken and appalling estalysm which had overwhelmed the island o
Java, nearly wiping tof the map.*
The few survivors ofthis prolonged disaster gave descriptions of
what seems to have been more than a week of unparalleled horror. To
the backdrop ofa terrifying and ceaseless barrage of thunder, and an
ping darkness on which the sun rose no more, tony by ight
hing flashes, mountains crashed into abysms that were suddenly
‘opened at ther foot, caseades of rock and molten metal surged up
through lakes or from the plains; what had been mountains were
swallowed up in an instant, and a vest, thinly spread, torrential sur-
faos, not of Water but of lav, roared over the whole island, ike some
s,houses—on
gigantic seythe and cut down everything—hills, forest
is path, and left nothing but heaps of ruins behind it. The whole
hing represented a formidable inversion of the laws that govern
matter: huge rocks were see flying off, earred by a wind that id aot
‘come from the sky. Meanvhile, mysteriously weighted, swarms of
doves and swans were seen plunging down in rocks. Contraiety
triumphed inthe great hullabaloo of the end ofthe world! Tr
‘nae limited world—not even a continent but a world nonethe-
less. And the inhabitants ofthis whole globe of ours—without ever
interpreting it a a sign—vere dumbfounded by this upheaval, and
trembled,60 Cotile Mendes
But Fundestood: twas signa warning: understood ha
Destoyec—vho was oriinally the Crestor—-had amounces
this eoncentaed ruin, the oniversl ruin comes de ROE
snniilstion ofan land wast rn forthe ttalcaeesephcarip
felsic,
‘But why shuld the sign have been given preiely when it was
Why shuld it be my own epoch ht witncsed the mine ene
suofal he nsf mater which had ithera governed ne eng
handiwork of six days? Why should the end he word ele
during my terme
“Te was then that the vague suspicion which had maged at me
Aung our strange silty winter retuned, but mare pee ae
precise and wihateribleurgeny. And soit waa ahe iad
Jong and pin mectation,lcquired this erin “Tne weal
sing tend case my shadow hashed
inefatabe, my’ dear Si, that T fel mold be ar inutt the
sublets of yourintelignce wero reheat ny each ie
ments that convinced me leaned man lite you il ender
inwamty wt ctok simpleton ie mesa long poop
Everything in natures intereonnectd. Noting com become de
ordered that does na she the whole. Etching exestng
considered like cate made of rds; he mont in nee
exitence perssdes uso tssoldity th fond ilmim ote oe
on this ephemera dling pace; romove 2 single end, a ae
whole edie collapses and setters To speak mae blu tase
Process thts turned aside fom ts normal complain, tile pe
Borting strut withdrawn rom the nique and melas lacs sah
fle lw in the nivel order trnspresed an inl ater ny
1 saying!—mat of neceity involve the breshdown of the aha
normots edifice. And my head, wit it shadow, meatal
colase of erring im nothing.
“No sooner had this conviction taken hold of my mind than
{became prey oa tele and anccasing melancholy Nevtocen
L mourned for my own if, smn to be ptchel healong ine the
ener disaster; nr for my wie ad eilren, doomed he ee
desl end. Although had some indnent omen fo deat
hadallzhe endrnes th the hen oa husund saad oo fo
‘vas importand by a wide, more enoompanngly mea an
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Concern for my own welfare was the last ofthe things that caused
tne grief Twas filled with compassion forthe whole besutifl earth,
and forall the happy beings that dwell therein, What! Could it be
true, could it be certain, that dawn would no longer smile upon
the calm blue sea or on the green and Nowery meadow? There would
"eno more sun, because there would be no more sky? There would
he no more stars, for nigh itself would no longer be? Oh my God, to
think that after that treble hour no birds will ing in the withered
ees, and nowhere, nowhere at al, would roses flower. And all the
men and women who Tove each other will love each other no mare
The highest and most glorious aspirations will be worthless in the
decomposition attendant upon the funeral, The dy before the unive
sal catastrophe, engaged couples, he twenty, she sixteen yeas of ag
will sil exchange their vows
“An immense pity for all things an forall living beings wrung my
heart repeatedly; as my lashes were continually wet with tears, people
sround me surmised that I must have developed some weakness of
the fachrymal glands, and this was the cause ofthe great, slow teats
that swelled and trembled... Not a bit of itt I was weeping because
the end of the world was night [also flea certain amount of remorse
It vas certainly not my aul hat the ering eatclysm was so neat
athund! Butit was still in my own person, however guiltless may be
thatthe first sign was made manifest, announcing the cause and th
final disaster
A remedy? Was there some remedy against the imminent evil?
"My pity convinced me that there must be a remedy
“The world was going 10 its perdition because the kaw that gov
‘med it had been broken in me— Because my shadow had no head! [
began vo wonder if there were nota way Lcouldfarish my head with
aashadow. Ifonly I could obtain this result, then all things, neces
iy, would return to their old order—and the universes would con
nue to live. [cannot begin to tellyou, kind Sir (and 1am somewhat
confused onthe matter) how much time I devoted to inventing some
ruse whereby I might correct my abnormal shadow on the wal,
[recall only that, more than once, I experimented with wearing
‘masks, with several wide and very dark masks, in fact, hoping that
imeressed darkness, greater opacity, would infinge upon the light,
‘Alas! The masks covering my face had no more shadow than my
own ficeon Catulle Mendes
; Then it was chat God, who has shown pity on hie worlds and a
PEL Revples sent me inspiron... fr which I thank him on ap
knees!
“So that the danger shouldbe averted, forthe presenta est, an
ihst everything shouldbe restored ta the state demanded br nap
HRM Was not necessary (why did Int think oi befor) charg
head appear on che walt was enous
no longer be in disharmony
wld no Tonger be trans:
stream of life, naturally, would pursue
jTcan promise you that, when the idea came to me, [lec out aay
og. Hamanity wa saved! didn't wastea second, laxized oy soap
and sanding there, before the narrow mirror, by the window eit
Git fora moment thinking of my wife and children, n grief boli
ihe faeral car—I st about euting my own neck. Eat tor
‘SPaatin ofthe head from the trunk could not be completed tay
auempted bya hand that trembled, inevitaly, andthe ensueg vy
pias eaten is resolve cold only be beheaded uss by
hich 1 mean entirely—T could only become an identical earch
By shadow with the steady, methodical, even mechanical ad oe
fameone acting without passion and without gre. Only the cee
tone could render me identical 10 my image on the wal r og sho
Bath, only the executioner could accord me the joy of eocure hers
Rotingness, univer lift. Ok, the sweet hope! My comme, hn
‘were ised, would bein conformity with its shore
‘Butonly the mos hideous murderers are gullocned,
“Ah! Kind Si, I loved my children