Salome said, 'Who are you, man, that you have come up on my couch and eaten from my table?' Jesus said to her, 'I am he who exists from the undivided. I was given from the things of my Father.' Salome said, 'I am your disciple.'

Lovecraft's praise of Frankenstein turns caveat with: "...despite its more or less mechanical plot and clumsy epistolary form." This is rich, coming from a man whose idea of narrative sophistication was to have a trembling narrator write down a ten-page panic attack before being eaten by an idea.

When Napoleon's expedition to Egypt unearthed a black basalt slab near the Nile Delta in 1799, no one present could have guessed its destiny as the most famous inscription in the history of linguistics.

Lovecraft’s fiction, when examined closely, reveals a deeply sentimental engagement with the world around him. Despite his claims of mechanistic indifference, his stories are suffused with nostalgia, reverence for history, and an almost mystical attachment to place.