Necronomicon

They did not see that good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective,

‘Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me’ Stephen King

THE MOST MERCIFUL THING in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

They imply that I am either a madman or a murderer - probably I am mad.

It also bore the inscription, ‘From Eric Moreland Clapham-Lee, St Eloi, Flanders.’ Six years before, in Flanders, a shelled hospital had fallen upon the headless reanimated trunk of Dr Clapham-Lee, and upon the detached head which - perhaps - had uttered articulate sounds.

His expressionless face was handsome to the point of radiant beauty, but had shocked the superintendent when the hall light fell on it - for it was a wax face with eyes of painted glass.

Part of it came merely from knowing of the existence of such nameless monsters, while another part arose from apprehension of the bodily harm they might under certain circumstances do him.

I should not call that sound a voice, for it was too awful.

Dangers he met unflinchingly; crimes he committed unmoved.

I did not like the way he looked at healthy living bodies; and then there came a nightmarish session in the cellar laboratory when I learned that a certain specimen had been a living body when he secured it.