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Good evening, children of the night. Welcome. Welcome to The Nook. Welcome to Tales to Terrify. I'm Lawrence Santoro. And what a show we have for you tonight. Come in, come in and cool down. Settle in for a treat. It's August. It is the depths of summer.

The worst of the worst season of every year, if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, which tonight

we will not be. To help us forget heat and humidity for the next few hours and for the next few weeks,

we will have a story to cool off by. We will be in polar season, so scoop your treats,

pour your drinks, snuggle with a chum, and let's be off to the mountains of madness.

Okay, let's face the fact up front.

H.P. Lovecraft is not for everyone. His language is so rich one could call it plummy.

His characters are, oh, dare I say, flat.

And unless they are the product of a decadent family that has lived in the sub-sub-basement

of the ancestral manse for a few dozen generations, they are rather without backstory or fetchens, unless they're a professor

of ancient lore at Miscotonic University. At least they are without history or temperament

that departs from that of the author or arises from one of the author's pet peeves or,

oh dear, dare I say, his prejudices.

This characteristic is probably why when we read Lovecraft, we frequently feel that our old

Uncle H.P. himself is telling us a tale of an experience he has personally survived or from which

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