Only two of the prisoners were found sane enough to be hanged, and the rest were committed to various institutions.
Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the speculations of theosophists and made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed.
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars.
I am Providence.
You drug me, and then ask me to walk! Frank, you’re as unreasonable as an artist.
All the terror I had dimly felt before rushed upon me actively and vividly, and I knew that I loathed the ancient and abhorrent creature so near me with an infinite intensity.
Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.
I said, “I try to open my mail at least once a year, but sometimes I neglect it.
To hint to unimaginative people of a horror beyond all human conception – a horror of houses and blocks and cities leprous and cancerous with evil dragged from elder worlds – would be merely to invite a padded cell instead of restful rustication, and Malone was a man of sense despite his mysticism.
Atal felt a spectral change in the air, as if the laws of earth were bowing to greater laws.
From a private hospital for the insane near Providence, Rhode Island, there recently disappeared an exceedingly singular person.
Look here, do you know the whole North End once had a set of tunnels that kept certain people in touch with each other’s houses, and the burying ground, and the sea?
It had been so long abandoned that the rats scurrying on their errands spared me no more than occasional glances of annoyance.
Next year I may be dwelling in the Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth self know life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquility!
At a guess I’ll guarantee to lead you to thirty or forty alleys and networks of alleys north of Prince Street that aren’t suspected by ten living beings outside of the foreigners that swarm them.
All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts.
It isn’t so very far from the elevated as distance goes, but it’s centuries away as the soul goes.
The priest was dead. Nevertheless, he sat at table with us as we feasted on cold meats.
Certainly, we were in one of the strangest, weirdest, and most terrible of all the corners of earth’s globe.
We can take the shuttle at the South Station for Battery Street, and after that the walk isn’t much.