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The word that kept chasing itself in a circle like a kitten after its own tail, yet bringing no explanation, was Loneliness Alyernon moved about the cabin, putting chairs straight and toying with the papers on his desk.

The speech-centre in the brain, you know, is anyhow a comparatively recent thing in evolution. He knew, too, that it bit at the platform-boards upon which his personality, his sanity, his very life, perhaps, rested – his modern life.

Where are the sinister spectral vistas of Lovecraft’s dreamscapes? But I feel that although it might make for a beautiful movie, as some of that esoteric imagery might, well, be best illustrated as visual imagery and not only words, I still feel the depth of this story would be lost on the general public. Stahl turned to see him go. If he yielded entirely, something he dreaded, without being able to define, would happen; the structure of his being would suffer a nameless violence, so that he would have to break with the world.


The ash-tray, he also saw, was a kind of nymph, her spread drapery forming the receptacle. I can only tell you,” and the breeze brought to us the voices of children from the Round Pond where they sailed their ships of equally wonderful adventure, “that my own longing became this: The Captain, whom he knew from previous voyages, a genial, rough-voiced sailor from Sassnitz, chided him for so nearly missing the boat – “as usual. In his spirit, though, there hid another shape.

In a second he grew “absent- minded. Unfortunately, Blackwood, who was familiar with Lovecraft’s work, failed to return the compliment.

The huge, bearded parent rose in his massiveness against his other shoulder, hemming him in. His entire mood shifted again with completeness and rapidity.

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Nature that was alive. An aspect of that other shape somehow reached my mind. That wrought gold, those fleshy fingers, the genial gutteral voice saying “T’anks” were symbols of an existence tamed and artificial that caged him in again Sometimes – he was ashamed of it as well.

The man, and the boy centair for that matter, were escaping. A sentence or two rose in O’Malley’s mind, but without finding utterance, for he felt that no spoken words were necessary. To ask other readers questions about The Centaurplease sign up. Far more than the common Call of the Wild, it was.

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Only an imaginative mind, thus blackwokd upon them, could have divined all this; yet to O’Malley it seemed plain as the day. Great clouds rose before his face.


And the abruptness of the climax was cleverly planned to induce impulsive, hot confession. Return to Book Page.

The Centaur by Algernon Blackwood

O’Malley took him in with attention merging in algerjon, searching in vain for the detail of back and limbs and neck that suggested so curiously the sense of the gigantic. Mitch rated it liked it May 21, Only with difficulty did he control himself. A passion of tenderness and sympathy for him, and so also for myself, awoke.

Then, rolling over algenron his side, he came closer, talking in a lowered tone. He remembered how the presence of the stranger had turned the world alive.

Those told to me by word of mouth I could only feel were true, true for himself at least. An insatiable longing for the wilderness was in his blood, a craving vehement, unappeasable.

Outcast myself in some small way, I understood his terrible loneliness, a soul without a country, visible and external country that is. The word ‘brain,’ you know, never once occurs in the ancient Scriptures of the world. Blackwood also wrote light fantasy and juvenile books. There rose in him something that claimed for his blackowod the sea, the wind, the stars – tumultuous and terrific.