Hi and I'm

I'm your host.

Hi and welcome back to Nighty Night,

Bedtime stories to keep you awake.

My name is Ravi Jaudhry and I'm your host. In this

week's episode we explore a theme that has fascinated mankind for all of our

history, how to reach immortality and at what cost.

Cool air by H.P. Lovecraft.

You asked me to explain why I'm afraid of a draught of cool air, why I shiver more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled

when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day.

There are those who say I respond to cold as others do to a bad odor and I am the last to deny the impression.

What I will do is to relate the most horrible circumstance I ever encountered and leave it to you to judge whether or not this forms a suitable explanation of my peculiarity.

It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude.

I found it in the glare of mid-afternoon, in the clanger of a metropolis, and in the teeming

myths of a shabby and commonplace rooming house with a prosaic landlady and two stalwart

men by my side. In the spring of

1923 I had secured some dreary and unprofitable magazine work in the

city of New York and being unable to pay any substantial rent began began drifting from one cheap boarding establishment

to another in search of a room which might combine the qualities of decent cleanliness

and durable furnishings and very reasonable price.

It soon developed that I had only a choice between different evils, but after a time I came

upon a house in West 14th Street, which disgusted me much less than the others I had

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