from "The Whisperer in Darkness"H. P. Lovecraft
I hope--devoutly hope--that they were the waxen products of a master artist, despite what my inmost fears tell me. Great God! That whisperer in darkness with its morbid odour and vibrations! Sorcerer, emissary, changeling, outsider. . . that hideous repressed buzzing. . . and all the time in that fresh, shiny cylinder on the shelf. . . poor devil. . . "prodigious surgical, biological, chemical, and mechanical skill" . . .
For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance--or identity--were. . .
H. P. Lovecraft is one of the greats. This is one of the four or five major canonical stories--but each tale has its own compelling interest. And if only for his influence on major writers of our own day, one should take time to peruse the occasionally florid, sometimes purple prose of HPL and get a glimpse of the cosmic horrors he made his metier.