Me he encontrado con este video genial de un gato hipersensible al sonido de un metrónomo y no he podido evitar conectarlo con esta parte del PIHKAL (p. 267), correspondientea la transcripción de un viaje con mescalina del grupo de ensayo de Sasha Shulgin.
Sometime during the next hour, Shura got up, flashed a smile at me, and quietly left the room. A moment later, the music was turned off. He returned and tiptoed back to his piano bench.
I was looking through a book of fairy stories with illustrations by the great enchanter, Arthur Rackham, and everyone around me had been silent for a long time, absorbed in their various interior worlds, when suddenly the room was jarred by a single, forceful note struck on the piano. On the pad, John’s body jerked in shock. He yelled, “Owww!” and sat straight up, then turned around to glare at Shura, who was grinning broadly behind him, the guilty finger still on the key.
John sputtered, “What do you think you’re doing?” in such outrage that the rest of us, who had also benn jolted by the unexpected hammer-blow of sound, dissolved in laughter. Shura lifted his eyebrows and struck another note, equally loud, watching us intently. John jumped again, as if kicked in the spine. This time, he managed a weak smile as he protested, “Don’t DO that, I beg you!”.
A third ringing note pulsed through all of us, and we watched John, empathizing with him as he huddled in his blanket, now laughing helplessly at his own vulnerability, crying, “Stop, stop, stop, Shura! No more, please!”
“Remarkable, isn’t it,” observed Shura, smiling with satisfaction, “How exquisetly sensitive the nervous system can become, under the influence.”
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