What do you think?
Rate this book
179 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1895
Starting from the very heart of London, they had made their way westward through the stony avenues, and were now just emerging from the red lines of an extreme suburb, and presently the half-finished road ended, a quiet lane began, and they were beneath the shade of elm-trees. The yellow autumn sunlight that had lit up the bare distance of the suburban street now filtered down through the boughs of the trees and shone on the glowing carpet of fallen leaves, and the pools of rain glittered and shot back the gleam of light. Over all the broad pastures there was peace and the happy rest of autumn before the great winds begin, and afar off London lay all vague and immense amidst the veiling mist; here and there a distant window catching the sun and kindling with fire, and a spire gleaming high, and below the streets in shadow, and the turmoil of life.{read in the collection The Great God Pan and Other Horror Stories]
I stand in a world that seems as strange and awful to me as the endless waves of ocean seen for the first time, shining, from a peak in Darien. Now I know that the walls of sense that seem so impenetrable, that seem to loom up above the heavens and to be founded below the depths, and to shut us in for evermore, are no such everlasting impassable barriers as we fancied, but thinnest and most airy veils that melt away before the seeker, and dissolve as the early mist of the morning about the brooks.At one moment, the sun may be shining; at another, one is lost in evil, with the faerie folk and witches and ogres bending our idea of what is real and proper into a cocked hat.
5/5
“Aquí, donde todo se hunde en la oscuridad y el decaimiento, mientras caminamos a la sombra de los cedros y hasta el aire que nos entra en los pulmones parece gastado, no puedo mantenerme ecuánime. Veo ese resplandor profundo en las ventanas y la casa entera queda encantada; esa habitación, se lo digo yo, está llena por dentro de sangre y de fuego”.
“Me encontraba en medio de una inmensidad que me hacía pensar en las tinieblas exteriores del universo; pasaba de lo desconocido a lo desconocido por un camino señalado por faroles como por estrellas, y a ambos lados se extendía una región misteriosa, en la que habitaban y dormían miríadas de seres humanos”.
“Me imagino que esta casa resuena toda la noche con cien voces, las voces de la materia que asume lenta y seguramente otras formas, la voz del gusano que roe al fin el corazón del mismo roble, y la voz de la piedra que tritura la piedra, y la voz de la conquista del Tiempo”.