And the Oh, H.P. Pondcraft.com.

H.P. Pongcraft. Lovecraft was in this round-robin correspondence group that would as a realist beyond the age of theatricalism and naive beliefs.

I feel quite certain that my own known last hour would be spent quite prosaically in writing instructions

for the disposition of certain books, manuscripts, heirlo looms, and other possessions.

Such a task would, in view of the mental stress, take at least an hour,

and it would be the most useful thing I could do before dropping off into oblivion.

If I did finish ahead of time, I'd probably spend the residual minutes getting a last look at something closely associated with my earliest memories.

A picture, a library table, an 1895 farmer's almanac, a small music box I used to play with at 2.5, or some kindred

symbol, completing a psychological circle and a spirit half of humor and half of whimsical

sentimentality.

Then nothingness, as before August 20th, 1890. A very

poignant quote from H.P. Lovecraft and you are listening to the H.P. Lovecraft

literary podcast here at H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast.

Here at H.Podcraft.

I'm Chris Laki.

And I'm Chad Fife.

And this is kind of a wrap-up episode where we're going to just sort of talk about

Lovecraft after his prose, after his stories.

Yeah, I still can't believe that we managed to get through all of the stories.

Yeah, it's pretty crazy.

I feel like there's more just because we've been doing this for so long and it's become

such a part of my life that

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