Sublime

High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable.

hombre ensangrentada sobre la corriente oscura. Un herido, un despedazado flota allí. Contemplo esta imagen con estremecimiento durante largo tiempo. Veo pasar un gran escarabajo negro en la corriente oscura. En el fondo más profundo de la corriente brilla un sol rojizo, irradiando el agua oscura. Entonces veo y me atrapa un horror, un anillado de

‘It’s beyond everything. Nothing at all that I know touches it.’ ‘For sheer terror?’ I remember asking. He seemed to say it wasn’t so simple as that; to be really at a loss how to qualify it. He passed his hand over his eyes, made a little wincing grimace. ‘For dreadful – dreadfulness!’ ‘Oh how delicious!’ cried one of the women. He took no notice

I had discontinued the perusal of the paper in the midst of the narrative; but what I read, combined with information elsewhere obtained, threw, perhaps, a sufficient light upon these detestable transactions;

These ideas connected themselves with the image of Carwin. Where is the proof, said I, that daemons may not be subjected to the controul of men? This truth may be distorted and debased in the minds of the ignorant.

Clarke had a fine contempt for published literature; the most ghostly story ceased to interest him if it happened to be printed; his sole pleasure was in the reading, compiling, and rearranging what he called his "Memoirs to prove the Existence of the Devil," and engaged in this pursuit the evening seemed to fly and the night appeared too