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That night, the Baron dream of many a woe, and all his warrior guests with shade and form of witch and

demon and large coffin were long be nightered. ne'er. Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers, with brown hangings

and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and fine and covered trees that silently waved

twisted branches far aloft.

Such a lot the gods gave to me.

To me, the dazed the disappointed

the barren the broken

and yet I am strangely content

and cling desperately to those seer memories

when my mind momentarily threatens to reach beyond to the other.

The days, the disappointed, the barren, the broken.

I believe Lovecraft is describing my family at Thanksgiving dinner.

Your family?

That's right, my family.

You being...

I am Chad Fifer and I'm Chris Laki and this is the H.P.Lofcraft literary podcast.

H.P.

Podcraft. And this week's story is the exquisite, the Gothic.

The Outsider.

The Outsider.

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