
The narrative unfolds through the introspective thoughts of a traveler who experiences a profound sense of unease as he boards a train at Holyhead. Initially, he reflects on his tendency to ignore presentiments of danger, having never encountered a fulfilled premonition. As he settles into an empty compartment, his desire for sleep is interrupted by the sudden entrance of a small man with a large black bag, who appears to be a potential threat. The traveler’s initial fear escalates as he scrutinizes the man, perceiving him as a murderer based on his unsettling gaze and demeanor. The tension builds as they engage in a conversation, during which the traveler attempts to maintain his composure while grappling with his fear. The man, despite his menacing appearance, reveals a surprisingly benign nature, sharing details about his life, including his profession in lace and his daughter. As the conversation progresses, the traveler’s fear dissipates, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and affection for the man. He becomes engrossed in the man’s story, feeling a connection that transcends their brief encounter. However, as sleep overtakes him, the man kindly dims the lamp, and the traveler drifts off. Upon awakening at Euston station, the traveler reflects on the encounter, feeling a mix of regret and sorrow at the thought of never seeing the man again. He grapples with the emotional weight of the experience, recognizing the irrationality of his feelings—fear without real danger and sorrow without loss. The narrative concludes with a contemplation on the nature of human emotions, suggesting that they often arise from trivial circumstances rather than significant events, highlighting the complexity of human experience and the unpredictability of emotional responses.
By Max Beerbohm · First published 1919 · Genre: Psychological Fiction, Suspense, Literary Fiction · 2,429 words
Often I have presentiments of evil; but, never having had one of them fulfilled, I am beginning to ignore them. I find that I have always walked straight, serenely imprescient, into whatever trap Fate has laid for me. When I think of any horrible thing that has befallen me, the horror is intensified by recollection of its suddenness. 'But a moment before, I had been quite happy, quite secure. A moment later -- ' I shudder. Why be thus at Fate's mercy always, when with a little ordinary second sight. Yet no! That is the worst of a presentiment: it never averts evil, it does but unnerve the victim. Best, after all, to have only false presentiments like mine. Bolts that cannot be dodged strike us kindliest from the blue.
A Memory of a Midnight Express is listed on Textopian as a short story by Max Beerbohm, dated 1919 CE.
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