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Post by weirdmonger on Dec 7, 2022 19:01:19 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Dec 8, 2022 8:42:54 GMT
MAN-SIZE IN MARBLE by Edith Nesbit
“…stricken by lightening and the vengeance of Heaven.”
The big house, thus stricken, once built upon which land the cottage now sits wherein the lovey-dovey, arty couple, Laura and and the narrator who called her Pussy, have found to live near an atmospheric but superstitious village and its lonely church. The playing out, in chilling inevitability, of a legend within marble that we all now know about from this famous story from an equally famous horror writer who also wrote, incidentally, children’s books. This couple never bore children thus lightened.
This story its own memorial to monumental catharsis.
“…a horror indefinable and indescribable—an overwhelming certainty of supreme and accomplished calamity.”
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“lightening’ (sic) in this edition of the story and I have discovered in many other editions of it, too.
lightening n. — a drop in the level of the uterus during the last weeks of pregnancy as the head of the fetus engages in the pelvis.
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Post by weirdmonger on Dec 12, 2022 11:48:06 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Dec 18, 2022 11:57:27 GMT
SEASHORE MACABRE (A Moment’s Experience): Hugh Walpole
“…and Mrs. A – , the friendly, soft-hearted and deeply pessimistic farmer’s wife, making cakes, hot and spicy….”
This quite short story is indeed momentous. How have I not read it before? A real discovery. The above quote is from its disarming start — a boy (with his residual threepence of pocket money and wild imaginings generated by the popular literature of the day that he gladly tells us about) on an idyllic day at the seaside with his family (a seaside called Seascale evoked wondrously here) — staying at their usual farm lodgings, but why did I read over those two words ‘deeply pessimistic’ and then forget them? Well, I can only assume I was fazed by the most frightening ending in any story, featuring, at first, the boy’s involuntary following of a local old man back to his cottage…. If I told you more (and there is more), I would become complicit!
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