H. P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction

by H.P. Lovecraft

The Picture in the House * * * * * Written: December 12th 1920 First Published in The National Amateur, Vol. 41, No. 6 (July 1919),

published before written is the most Lovecraftian thing

My eldest cat, “Nigger-Man”, was seven years old and had come with me from my home in Bolton, Massachusetts;

Er... No.

Romero was not in any way suggestive of nobility. Ignorant and dirty, he was at home amongst the other brown-skinned Mexicans; having come (so I was afterward told) from the very lowest sort of surroundings.

Alrigh, Trump, calm down

Soon to our ears came the distant thunder of falling waters, and to our eyes appeared on the far horizon ahead the titanic spray of a monstrous cataract, wherein the oceans of the world drop down to abysmal nothingness.

Flat Earth theory confirmed?

Slumber, watcher, till the spheres. Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv’d, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness: Only when my round is o’er Shall the past disturb thy door.

They say there is no land of Lomar, save in my nocturnal imaginings; that in those realms where the Pole Star shines high and red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years, and never a man save squat yellow creatures, blighted by the cold, whom they call “Esquimaux”.

No

kicking an unquestionably innocent cat who was also out strolling. “Curses!” he cried—Hardman, not the cat—“I

Hang on.... Is this an actual joke?

suddenly Jack remembered he was the hero

For fuck's sake, Jack

indulging in his favourite pastime of gnashing his teeth and swishing his riding-crop,

Ok, this sketch is actually quite funny afterall

she pushed him out the window and settled down for a much needed rest.

Ha!