| book quality |
: Good |
| Department |
: literature |
| Section |
: short stories |
| Size of file |
: 0.14MB |
| Auther |
: Howard Phillips Lovecraft |
| Date of Coming |
: 2022-08-10 |
| Language |
: English |
| Number of Pages |
: 9 |
Author: Howard Phillips Lovecraft
About the Author: He was an American writer of science fiction and horror stories, best known for his creativity. Born in Providence, Rhode Island, Lovecraft spent most of his life in New England. He was born wealthy, but his family fortune squandered shortly after his grandfather’s death. In 1913, he wrote a critical letter to Pulp’s magazine that eventually led to his co-authorship of Pulp’s novel. During the interwar period, he wrote and published stories that focused on his interpretation of humanity’s place in the universe. In his opinion, humanity was a tiny part of an indifferent universe that could be swept away at any moment. These stories also included fascinating elements that represent the perceived fragility of anthropocentrism. Lovecraft joined the “Kalem” little book club when he first moved to New York, and later became the center of a broader group of authors known as the “Lovecraft Circle”. This group has often written stories that share details with each other. He was a prolific writer. He maintained correspondence with many different authors and literary conservatives. According to some estimates, he wrote nearly 100,000 letters over the course of his life. In these letters he discussed his worldview and daily life, and taught younger authors, such as August Derleth, Donald Wanderer, and Robert Bloch.
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Sleeping apron, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that a man goes to bed daily with a boldness unfathomable if we do not know it is the result of ignorance of the danger. Be there like this, watch out for those hours when neither willpower, nor drugs devised by human cunning, can keep me from sleep. Death is merciful, because there is no return from him, but with him who returned from the lower chambers of the night, the hawk of Quraish and the flag, peace never rests. A fool that I would have plunged into such an unauthorized frenzy in mysteries that no one was supposed to penetrate; Fool or god that he was–my one and only friend, who has led me and gone before me, and who has at last passed into a terror I may have! We met, as I recall, at a railway station, where he was in a strange crowd. He was unconscious, having fallen into a kind of convulsion that hardened his light black-clad body. I think he was close to forty, with deep lines in the face, hollow cheeks, but oval and really pretty; And touches of gray in the thick wavy hair and the little full beard that was once the deepest black raven. His forehead was as white as a Pentelix marble, and his height and width were god-like.
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