It was monstrous, he abhorred it, but could no more resist it than the Hasheesh eater his drug.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
What was it-opium, Hasheesh, amyle-what?
"Her Mother's Secret"
Emma D. E. N. Southworth
Looking back upon it now, it has just the effect of a prolonged nightmare stimulated by Hasheesh or bang-fantastic, full of confused dreams, changing kaleidoscopically from one scene to another, with vivid clear-cut pictures, intensely imagined, between gulfs of dim twilight memories, full of shadow figures, faces seen a little while and then lost, conversations begun abruptly and then ended raggedly, poignant emotions lasting for brief moments and merging into others as strong but of a different quality, gusts of laughter rising between moods of horrible depression, tears sometimes welling from the heart and then choked back by a brutal touch of farce, beauty and ugliness in sudden clashing contrasts, the sorrow of a nation, the fear of a great people, the misery of women and children, the intolerable anguish of multitudes of individuals each with a separate agony, making a dark background to this too real dream from which there was no awakening.
"The Soul of the War"
Philip Gibbs