The Shape of the Dark:
Robert Frost and
H. P. Lovecraft
"A man said to the universe:
Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe
"The fact has not created in me
a sense of obligation. "1
... And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of dreams, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods-the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
[Tone metaphysical]: "If you know any big words this is your chance for them. "
—"How to Write a Blackwood's Article, "From Great Short Works of Edgar Allan Poe, p. 199