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Agenbite of Inwit, issue 5, Summer 1944
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that I had not! Would that I had forgotten the whole affair! Never will I forget the terrible knowledge that entered my brain during those hours when I sat reading the horror-filled pages of that loathsome book. The demonic abnormalities that assailed my mind with indisputable truth will forever unshake my faith in the world. The book should be destroyed; it is the encyclopedia of madness. All that afternoon I read those madness-filled pages and it was well into the night before I came across the passage which answered my riddle. I will not say what it was for I dare not. Yet I started back in dread; what I saw there was horror manifold. And I knew that I must act at once, that very night, or all would be lost. Perhaps all was lost already. I rushed out of the library into the darkness of the night. A STRANGE SNOW was falling, a curious flickering snow that fell like phantoms in the darkenss. Through it I ran across block after endless block of ancient houses to the Snodgrass mansion. As I came down the street, I thought I saw a flicker of green outlined against the roof. I redoubled my pace and dashing up their porch, hammered upon the door. It was near twelve and it took some time before the family let me in. Hastily I said I had to make another search of Eliphas' room and they let me pass. I dashed up the stairs and threw open the door of his chamber. It was dark and I flicked on the light. Shall I ever forget the terrible thing I saw there? The horror, the dread, the madness seemed too much for the human mind to bear. I flicked the light off at once, and closing the door, fled screaming out into the street. Well it was that a raging fire broke out immediately afterward and burned that accursed house to the ground. Well -- for such a damnable thing must not be, must never be on this world. If men but knew the screaming madness that lurks in the bowels of the land and the depths of the ocean, if he but caught one glimpse of the things that await in the vast empty depths of the hideous cosmos! If he knew the secret significance of the flickering of the starts! If the discovery of Pluto had struck him as the omen it was! If man knew, I think that knowledge would brun out the brains of ever man, woman, and child on the face of the earth. Such things must never be known. Such unspeakable, unfathomable evil must never be allowed to seep into the mentalities of men lest all go up in chaos and madness. How am I to say what I saw in the room of that cursed house? As I opened the door, there on the bedspread, revealed by the sudden flash of the electric light, lay the still quivering big toe of Eliphas Snodgrass! ********************************************** OCTOBER Lo, radiant summer, drunk with mad mortality, Reels headlong and and departs in frantic, aimless haste; The land, his spoiled coquette cast off, weeps and lies waste With sullen hair dishevelled. Slowly, silenty, The blasted leaves fall deathward. All the azure sky Is tinged with leaden shadows creeping. Birds take flight Across the changing skies that march on, night by night, To nameless battlefields, star-driven tirelessly.
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that I had not! Would that I had forgotten the whole affair! Never will I forget the terrible knowledge that entered my brain during those hours when I sat reading the horror-filled pages of that loathsome book. The demonic abnormalities that assailed my mind with indisputable truth will forever unshake my faith in the world. The book should be destroyed; it is the encyclopedia of madness. All that afternoon I read those madness-filled pages and it was well into the night before I came across the passage which answered my riddle. I will not say what it was for I dare not. Yet I started back in dread; what I saw there was horror manifold. And I knew that I must act at once, that very night, or all would be lost. Perhaps all was lost already. I rushed out of the library into the darkness of the night. A STRANGE SNOW was falling, a curious flickering snow that fell like phantoms in the darkenss. Through it I ran across block after endless block of ancient houses to the Snodgrass mansion. As I came down the street, I thought I saw a flicker of green outlined against the roof. I redoubled my pace and dashing up their porch, hammered upon the door. It was near twelve and it took some time before the family let me in. Hastily I said I had to make another search of Eliphas' room and they let me pass. I dashed up the stairs and threw open the door of his chamber. It was dark and I flicked on the light. Shall I ever forget the terrible thing I saw there? The horror, the dread, the madness seemed too much for the human mind to bear. I flicked the light off at once, and closing the door, fled screaming out into the street. Well it was that a raging fire broke out immediately afterward and burned that accursed house to the ground. Well -- for such a damnable thing must not be, must never be on this world. If men but knew the screaming madness that lurks in the bowels of the land and the depths of the ocean, if he but caught one glimpse of the things that await in the vast empty depths of the hideous cosmos! If he knew the secret significance of the flickering of the starts! If the discovery of Pluto had struck him as the omen it was! If man knew, I think that knowledge would brun out the brains of ever man, woman, and child on the face of the earth. Such things must never be known. Such unspeakable, unfathomable evil must never be allowed to seep into the mentalities of men lest all go up in chaos and madness. How am I to say what I saw in the room of that cursed house? As I opened the door, there on the bedspread, revealed by the sudden flash of the electric light, lay the still quivering big toe of Eliphas Snodgrass! ********************************************** OCTOBER Lo, radiant summer, drunk with mad mortality, Reels headlong and and departs in frantic, aimless haste; The land, his spoiled coquette cast off, weeps and lies waste With sullen hair dishevelled. Slowly, silenty, The blasted leaves fall deathward. All the azure sky Is tinged with leaden shadows creeping. Birds take flight Across the changing skies that march on, night by night, To nameless battlefields, star-driven tirelessly.
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