quarta-feira, agosto 20, 2014

Na senda do aniversário de Lovecraft:

“I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium.”

- H.P. Lovecraft
in Dagon,
conto escrito em Julho de 1917
e publicado pela primeira vez em Novembro de 1919
na The Vagrant.

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