'' searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. for them are the catacombs of ptolemais, ... the scattered stones of forgotten cities in asia ... and they linger around the sinister monoliths on uninhabited islands ...
'' but the true epicure in the terrible ... esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods new england. most horrible of all sights are the little unpainted wooden houses remote from travelled ways, ... two hundred years and more they have leaned or squatted there, ...
'' they are almost hidden now in lawless luxuriances of green and guardian shrouds of shadow; but the small-paned windows still stare ... silent, sleepy, staring houses ... sometimes one feels it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must dream often. ''
h.p.lovecraft, the picture in the house.
i: scattered stones of forgotten estates of the hudson valley.
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