body of mythos

''no book had ever really hinted of it. though the deathless chinamen said the there were double meanings in the necronomicon of the mad arab abdul alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet; "that is not dead which, can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

lovecraft's orthography

''it happened on a summer's holiday that past a mad-house gate i took my way. within the bedlam was a sage confin'd who from too much study lost his mind. now strolling out, in watchful keeper's care, with childish sounds the madman fill'd the air. still dreaming of his letter'd days of yore, his ravings on remember'd subjects bore; dim came the thoughts of what he us'd to teach, and he began to curse our english speech.

"aha!" quoth he, "the men that made our tongue were arrant rogues, and i shall have them hung. for long establish'd custom what care have we? come, let us tear down etymology. let spelling fly, and naught but sound remain; the world is mad, and i alone am sane!"

''thus rav'd the sage; inventing, as he walk'd, a hundred ways to spell our words as talk'd. he simplify'd until his fancy bred a system quite as simple as his head. in scholarship disasterous change he wrought, and alter'd as he went, for want of thought.''

h.p.lovecraft, the simple speller's tale.

he was-nor was-it was-was it-indeed was

witch house at archithings.net

''he was in the changeless legend haunted city of arkham, with its clustering gambrel roofs that sway and sag over attics where witches hid from the king's men in the dark olden days of the province ...

''nor was any spot in that city more steeped in macabre memory than the gable room which harboured him--for it was this house and this room which likewise had harboured old keziah mason, ... she had told judge hathorne of lines and curves that could be made to point out directions leading through walls of space to other spaces beyond, ... then she had drawn those devices on the walls of her cell and vanished.

''old keziah he reflected might have had excellent reasons for living in a room with peculiar angles for was it not through certain angles that she claimed to have gone outside the boundaries of the world of space as we know it? ... he knew his room was in the old witch house ... that, indeed was why he had taken it ...''

h.p.lovecraft, the dreams in the witch house.