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HE

By H. P. Lovecraft

air, and barked things in his throat as he swayed with the yellow curtain he clutched.”]

I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly fro...