Out of Mind: The Stories of H.P. Lovecraft

i

Am essentially a static, contemplative

and objective person

almost a hermit in daily life and always

preferring to observe

rather than participate. my only natural

and genuine form of imagination is that

of passive witnessing

the idea of being that sort of

disembodied floating eye which sees

all manner of marvelous phenomena

without

being greatly affected by them

i should describe my known nature as

tripartite

my interests consisting of three

parallel and disassociated

groups. A) love

of the strange and the fantastic .B)

love of the abstract truth and of

scientific logic

C) love of the ancient and the

permanent

sundry combinations of these three

strains will probably account for my

odd tastes and eccentricities

i could never write about ordinary

people because i'm not in the least

interested in them and without interest

there can be no art. man's relation to

man does not captivate my fancy

it is man's relation to the cosmos

to the unknown which alone arouses in me

the spark of creative imagination

the word was supposed to represent a

fumbling

human attempt to catch the phonetics of

an absolutely

non-human word, the name of the hellish

entity was invented by beings whose

vocal organs

were not like man's, the syllables were

determined by a physiological

equipment holy unlike ours. hence could

never be

uttered perfectly by human throats

the actual sound as nearly as

human organs could imitate it could be

taken

something as

the thing cannot be described

there is no language for such abysms of

shrieking

and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch

contradictions of all matter force and

cosmic order

a mountain walked or stumbled

the thing of the idols, the green

sticky spawn of the stars was awake

to claim his own

the stars were right again and what an

age-old cult had failed to do by design

a band of innocent sailors had done by

accident. after the vigintillions of years

the great cthulhu

was loose again and ravening for delight

three men were swept up by the flabby

claws before anybody turned

god bless them if there be any rest in

the universe

What do you know about george angel

this is the first i've heard of him

you're in for a treat

first your uncle disappears, no death

certificate

no records. then we had to keep tabs on

you since the day you were born

by the way your uncle's instructions

were specific

the said box shall be sealed and shall

be given on the day of his 27th birthday

to the one will have been born on the

summer solstice of 1970

-that's you. -summer solstice

-so he didn't even know me -from what i

hear

that wouldn't have mattered to your

uncle

-there you are -that's it

by the way mr carter your uncle also

stipulates here that the box be open

only when you're alone

thanks

-carter -hey

-happy birthday -thanks blake so what's up

i haven't seen you around the store in a

while

i've been really busy

sold anything lately? right

still broke

what's in the box

the present i just inherited from an

uncle i never even heard of

it's been sitting around in some

lawyer's office for almost 30 years

you're choking well maybe you're not so

broke after all

well what's keeping you open it

i don't know

i got this weird feeling that i've seen

this box before

i'm just scared of what i'm gonna find

whatever

-oh this is ridiculous -hey don't

i gotta go. l'll see you

Professor henry armitage

nor is it to be thought that man is

either the oldest

or the last of earth's masters or that

the common bulk of life

and substance walks alone

the old ones were, the old ones are and

the old ones

shall be, not in the spaces we know but

between them

they walk serene and primal

undimensioned

and to us unseen

-dr angel -george

-blake -oh come on old man

it's harley harley warren

what's going on

you saved my life

it's maple now a little better than that

bit of fence posts you tacked on it for

done

not that i'm not grateful none of those

bloody rumors for me -blake

what are you talking about -you know some

of the men were a little leery

all that doctor stump stuff too many

amputations

ungrateful punks -what

say you can help

you remember my brother -you don't have a

brother -you wouldn't believe

what he's gotten up to, you are just the

man

i'm sure he's not too far gone to listen

to george angel

follow me

two years ago he ran across fragments of

this

damn book quit everything to do some

fundamental research as he says

Go on, Go on

next time you! keep still! come on!

Don't Move! Don't Move!

You fools!

Who are you? -i'm sorry

george angel uh

he was my uncle your brother has also

mistaken me for him

what brother? have you lost your mind

you know i never had a brother

wait here i have something to show you

give back you stupid thing i've almost

succeeded george

but i could use your help you remember

the book

the necronomicon you can keep these

creatures alive

and i know where to find it

did you sculpt that? -can flesh be sculpted

-It can't be alive! -not yet george

not yet

keep your eyes on the curtain george

watch the curtains

Who's that guy? -lovecraft

he's a writer the owner here is crazy

about the guy we've got tons of

lovecraft stuff

it's on sale too t-shirts are 25

no thanks -I huess that inheritance

kind of fizzled huh

so what was in the box? a set of

cufflinks

have you read his books? -who? lovecraft?

no no it's not my speed i saw one of his

movies once

it wasn't very good -what was it about

i don't know hairy squids from outer

space

is lovecraft still alive

have no idea i just work here

here since you're so interested come on

yeah this is supposed to be one of his

best

we can just bring it back whenever you

want