why don’t people trust their instincts? they sense something’s wrong, someone’s walking too close behind them, you knew something was wrong — but you came back into the house. did I force you? did I drag you in? all i had to do was offer you a drink. you’d never think the fear of offending can be stronger than the fear of pain.
“This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with its beautiful stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth—a world which now trembles before the King In Yellow.”