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but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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517e7c2
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The effect was that of a Cyclopean city of no architecture known to man or to human imagination, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying monstrous perversions of geometrical laws and attaining the most grotesque extremes of sinister bizarrerie.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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69be48a
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No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings--that one no longer has a self--that is the nameless summit of agony and dread.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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d6b33a4
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Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters, "Cthulhu fhtagn"."
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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6fa90eb
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all which is forgotten need not necessarily be dead,
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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Hippopotami should not have human hands and carry torches...men should not have the heads of crocodiles...
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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6979ea7
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Scrivo in uno stato di tensione insostenibile. Fra poco sara l'alba e, allora, io non esistero piu. Privo d'ogni mezzo, privo della droga che -- sola -- mi ha consentito fino ad oggi di sopravvivere ai miei incubi, non mi rimane altro modo per sottrarmi al tormento: mi gettero dall'alta finestra di questa soffitta, nella squallida strada sottostante.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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baccc2f
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It's hard to have done all one's growing up since 33 -- but that's a damn sight better than not growing up at all.
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maturity
growing-up
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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It is hard to explain just how a single sight of a tangible object with measurable dimensions could so shake and change a man; and we may only say that there is about certain outlines and entities a power of symbolism and suggestion which acts frightfully on a sensitive thinker's perspective and whispers terrible hints of obscure cosmic relationships and unnamable realities behind the protective illusions of common vision.
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entities
hints
tangible
whispers
illusions
perspective
sight
vision
symbolism
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the daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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I s'pose you know--though I can see you're a Westerner by your talk--what a lot our New England ships used to have to do with queer ports in Africa, Asia, the South Seas, and everywhere else, and what queer kinds of people they sometimes brought back with 'em. You've probably heard about the Salem man that came home with a Chinese wife, and maybe you know there's still a bunch of Fiji Islanders somewhere around Cape Cod.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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Transferring in haste, I felt a curious breathlessness as the cars rumbled on through the early afternoon sunlight into territories I had always read of but had never before visited. I knew I was entering an altogether older-fashioned and more primitive New England than the mechanised, urbanised coastal and southern areas where all my life had been spent; an unspoiled, ancestral New England without the foreigners and factory-smoke, billboar..
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vermont
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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c419236
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For Arthur Munroe was dead. And on what remained of his chewed and gouged head there was no longer a face.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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8a5c464
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From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came,
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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41c9432
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The Thing cannot be described--there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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fc493a1
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I should not have ventured out that night; for the taint of thunder was in the clouds,
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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9f74610
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But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets.
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tomb
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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301e211
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Of the name and abode of this man but little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to know that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, and that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not on the fields and groves but on a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. --"Azathoth" fr..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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beabf5e
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From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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scientific study and reflection had taught us that the known universe of three dimensions embraces the merest fraction of the whole cosmos of substance and energy.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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I. Introduction
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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This man, a vagabond, hunter, and trapper, had always been strange in the eyes of his primitive associates.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark pl..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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4a0f9c9
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It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters. The tips of t..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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84d5d89
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You needn't think I'm crazy, Eliot--plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this. Why don't you laugh at Oliver's grandfather, who won't ride in a motor? If I don't like that damned subway, it's my own business; and we got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi. We'd have had to walk up the hill from Park Street if we'd taken the car.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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the rats inevitably dragged away the whole cadaver through the hole they gnawed in the coffin.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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I sank nearly to the lichened earth, transfixed with a dread not of this nor any world, but only of the mad spaces between the stars.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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3a4c640
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If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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shadowy tangles of unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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The winter sunset, flaming beyond spires And chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere, Opens great gates to some forgotten year Of elder splendours and divine desires. Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires, Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear; A row of sphinxes where the way leads clear Toward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres. It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers, Where every unplaced memory has a source,..
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poetry
lovecraft
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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016a5fb
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When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty, and poets sang no more save of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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It was in mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the e..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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Now that he is gone and the spell is broken, the actual fear is greater. Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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His solid flesh had never been away, For each dawn found him in his usual place, But every night his spirit loved to race Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day. He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind, And come back safely from the Ghooric zone, When one still night across curved space was thrown That beckoning piping from the voids behind. He waked that morning as an older man, And nothing since has looked the same to..
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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a64b647
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Que no esta muerto lo que yace eternamente y con el paso de los evos, aun la muerte puede morir>>
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark pl..
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earth
worship
cult
great-old-ones
r-lyeh
sea
hidden
secrets
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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317b78f
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Calm, lasting beauty comes only in dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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49eae91
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I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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2075324
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Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and the muffled tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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4c65a23
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Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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58e554f
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It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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d9cd1c2
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Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds... - Algernon Blackwood
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