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Being a big fan of Lovecraft, in fact I was reading Dagon last night.
Here is a sample of the piece written by James Warner
Dear Howie,
Last week I received a “you probably don’t remember me” note
from a man I went to a school dance with nineteen years ago. He is married and
has three kids, but states he is not happy. What should I do?
Concerned Lady
Dear Concerned Lady: –
Although humankind has a yearning toward whatever is
redolent of mystery and allurement, it is well that certain lacunae in our
knowledge should remain forever unfilled. Your shadowy correspondent’s mention
of the ill-regarded numbers nineteen and three recalls an unutterable
experiment performed on sticklebacks by the Swedish icthyologist Dalgaard. I
dare not describe his observations, but he concluded that, the longer we can
remain innocent of our place in the cosmos, the better it must augur for our mental
integrity. He came to understand there was more meaning than is commonly
supposed in the nebulous half-inscriptions found on abandoned wharves — while
who knows what malign significance underlies the latest findings on the growth
of angiosperms, or the cycle of the solar spots? What of the transgalactic
pulsings that have cost more than one astronomer his powers of reasoning? I
have heard it whispered that the imprints found on Dalgaard’s pillow, toward
the end, resembled the fronds of a kind of bracken previously unknown to
botany. The muffled clattering sounds from my roof impel me hastily to
conclude,
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