why was H.P. Lovecraft so adorable sometimes

A quotation:

As deep gives place to deep, gallery to gallery, and chamber to chamber, one feels transported to the strangest regions of nocturnal fantasy. Grotesque formations leer on every hand, and the ever-sinking level apprises one of the stupendous depth he is attaining. Glimpses of far black vistas beyond the radius of the lights-- sheer drops of incalculable depth to unknown chasms, or arcades beckoning laterally to mysteries yet untasted by human eye-- bring one's soul close to the frightful and obscure frontiers of the material world, and conjure up suspicions of vague and unhallowed dimensions whose formless beings lurk ever close to the visible world of man's five senses. [...]

[...] And at the bottom of all-- far, far down-- still trickles the waters that carved the whole chain of gulfs out of the primal soluble limestone. Whence it comes and whither it trickles-- to what awesome deeps of Tartarean nighted horror it bears the doom-fraught messages of the hoary hills-- no being of human mould can say. Only They which gibber Down There can answer.

So that? Would be a quotation from Howard Phillips Lovecraft's travel essay on the occasion of taking a guided tour of Luray Caverns, Virginia, sometime in the summer of 1929, as collected in Volume 4 of Lovecraft's Collected Essays, ed. S.T. Joshi. The essay is called 'A Descent to Avernus'.

I REPEAT THAT IS A TRAVEL ESSAY.

BECAUSE HE WAS LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME.

He seems to have had a pretty nice day of it, too-- judging by the rest of the book, this essay is how he talks about places he really quite likes. I find this unutterably endearing and can only conjecture what he would have had to say about the Taj Mahal or the Tower of London.

I would pay solid money and possibly dabble in necromancy to set him loose on the Vittorio Emanuele Monument in Rome. The mind, in fact, reeleth. As I'm sure he wouldn't say.

why was H.P. Lovecraft so adorable sometimes

A quotation:

As deep gives place to deep, gallery to gallery, and chamber to chamber, one feels transported to the strangest regions of nocturnal fantasy. Grotesque formations leer on every hand, and the ever-sinking level apprises one of the stupendous depth he is attaining. Glimpses of far black vistas beyond the radius of the lights-- sheer drops of incalculable depth to unknown chasms, or arcades beckoning laterally to mysteries yet untasted by human eye-- bring one's soul close to the frightful and obscure frontiers of the material world, and conjure up suspicions of vague and unhallowed dimensions whose formless beings lurk ever close to the visible world of man's five senses. [...]

[...] And at the bottom of all-- far, far down-- still trickles the waters that carved the whole chain of gulfs out of the primal soluble limestone. Whence it comes and whither it trickles-- to what awesome deeps of Tartarean nighted horror it bears the doom-fraught messages of the hoary hills-- no being of human mould can say. Only They which gibber Down There can answer.

So that? Would be a quotation from Howard Phillips Lovecraft's travel essay on the occasion of taking a guided tour of Luray Caverns, Virginia, sometime in the summer of 1929, as collected in Volume 4 of Lovecraft's Collected Essays, ed. S.T. Joshi. The essay is called 'A Descent to Avernus'.

I REPEAT THAT IS A TRAVEL ESSAY.

BECAUSE HE WAS LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME.

He seems to have had a pretty nice day of it, too-- judging by the rest of the book, this essay is how he talks about places he really quite likes. I find this unutterably endearing and can only conjecture what he would have had to say about the Taj Mahal or the Tower of London.

I would pay solid money and possibly dabble in necromancy to set him loose on the Vittorio Emanuele Monument in Rome. The mind, in fact, reeleth. As I'm sure he wouldn't say.

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