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#but weird uses of thither are—for me personally—more jarring
ostentenacity · 2 years
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“hither” and “thither” are not just fancy ways of saying “here” and “there”, respectively; they are only used when referring to physical space. you can come hither or go thither! but to name one example, the set phrase “there is” is talking about existence, not space; it doesn’t make sense to say “thither is” a thing or concept unless you’re specifying that it’s far away or something.
also, -st and -(e)th are VERB endings. You use -st when talking to someone, and -th when talking about someone/thing. but only on verbs! “thoust”? for comedic effect, sure, but it reads as a contraction, “thou’st”, of “thou hadst” (“you had”). also, for any given action, you only need to use 1 -st or -th. “thou art speaking”, yes; “thoust art speaketh,” not so much.
this has been a PSA from your friendly neighborhood urianger enjoyer
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autolovecraft · 6 years
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On the night-wind, rushed by, and this we found it.
The baying was very faint now, and he could do was to all art and literature which sane and balanced readers know, but so old that we finally pried it open and feasted our eyes on what it held. Our quest for novel scenes and piquant conditions was feverish and insatiate—St John was always the leader, and moonlight. Our quest for novel scenes and piquant conditions was feverish and insatiate—St John, walking home after dark from the dismal railway station, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull. And as I. His screams had reached the house and made shocking obeisances before the enshrined amulet of curious and exotic design, which had apparently been worn around the sleeper's neck.
A locked portfolio, bound in tanned human skin, held certain unknown and unnameable drawings which it was who led the way at last I stood again in the night that the faint distant baying over the clean white skull and its eyeless sockets that once had glowed with a semi-canine face, and articulate chatter. By what malign fatality were we lured to that terrible Holland churchyard.
But the autumn wind moaned sad and wan, and mumbled over his body one of the neighborhood. Less than a week was over felt strange eyes upon me whenever it was not wholly unfamiliar. In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been hovering curiously around it.
We read much in Alhazred's Necronomicon about its properties, and I had hastened to the theory that we finally pried it open and feasted our eyes on what it held in its gory filthy claw the lost and fateful amulet of green jade, I departed on the following day for London, taking with me the amulet. Statues and painting there were, all of fiendish subjects and some executed by St John from his sleep, he wrote, drawn from some obscure supernatural manifestation of the corpse-eating cult of inaccessible Leng, in Central Asia. -Swept moor, always louder and louder. It was the night—wind howled maniacally from over frozen swamps and frigid seas.
Fancying it St John's pocket, we thought we had assembled a universe of terror and a secret room, far, far, far, underground; where huge winged daemons carven of basalt and onyx vomited from wide grinning mouths weird green and orange light, and the crumbling slabs; the ghastly soul-symbol of the earth. Extinguishing all lights, we had so lately rifled, as we sailed the next day I carefully wrapped the green jade object, we gave a last glance at the livid sky; the ghastly soul-symbol of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred; the grotesque trees, the titanic bats, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull. St John and I had followed enthusiastically every aesthetic and intellectual movement which promised respite from our devastating ennui.
We were no vulgar ghouls, but I felt that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I mention with shame and timidity—that hideous extremity of human outrage, the abhorred practice of grave-earth until I killed him with a blow of my spade.
A wind, rushed by, and we could not answer coherently. Alien it indeed was to whisper, The amulet—that hideous extremity of human outrage, the grotesque trees, the titanic bats, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch fantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation.
Now, as if receding far away, a jarring lighting effect, or sphinx with a blow of my inevitable doom. They were as baffling as the hordes of great bats which haunted the old Arab daemonologist; lineaments, he wrote, drawn from some obscure supernatural manifestation of the world. All too well did we trace the sinister lineaments described by the taxidermist's art, and he it was dark. The amulet—that damned thing—Then he collapsed, an inert mass of mangled flesh. This is the last demonic sentence I heard the faint distant baying as of some gigantic hound. Finally I reached the house and made shocking obeisances before the enshrined amulet of curious and exotic design, which had apparently been worn around the windows also, upper as well as lower. Only the somber philosophy of the symbolists and the flesh and radiantly golden heads of new-buried children. Baudelaire and Huysmans were soon exhausted of thrills, till finally there remained for us only the more direct stimuli of unnatural personal experiences and adventures. All he could do was to all art and literature which sane and balanced readers know, but covered with caked blood and shreds of alien flesh and hair, and sometimes we burned a strangely scented candle before it. I. The expression of its features was repellent in the forbidden Necronomicon of the symbolists and the crumbling slabs; the odors of mold, and became as worried as I strolled on Victoria Embankment for some cursed and unholy nourishment. Finally I reached the rotting, bald pates of famous noblemen, and the ecstasies of the unknown, we gave their details a fastidious technical care. The moon was up, but sometimes it pleased us more to dramatize ourselves as the hordes of great bats which had been torn to ribbons. I know not why I went thither unless to pray, or gibber out insane pleas and apologies to the secret library staircase. And when it gave from those grinning jaws a deep, sardonic bay as of some creeping and appalling doom. Our museum was a blasphemous, unthinkable place, where with the presence of some malign being whose nature we could neither see nor definitely place. The baying was loud that evening, and a secret room, far, underground; where huge winged daemons carven of basalt and onyx vomited from wide grinning mouths weird green and orange light, and he could not be sure. An inappropriate hour, a jarring lighting effect, or sphinx with a blow of my inevitable doom. Niches here and there contained skulls of all, the antique church, the grotesque trees, the dancing death-fires under the yews in a multitude of inlaid ebony cabinets reposed the most exquisite form of aesthetic expression, and I had followed enthusiastically every aesthetic and intellectual movement which promised respite from our life of unnatural excitements, but so old that we were jointly going mad from our life of unnatural excitements, but sometimes it pleased us more to dramatize ourselves as the victims of some gigantic hound which we could neither see nor definitely place. Alien it indeed was to all art and literature which sane and balanced readers know, but as we found in the corridor. Being now afraid to live alone in the museum.
And as I strolled on Victoria Embankment for some cursed and unholy nourishment. But the autumn wind moaned sad and wan, and we gloated over the clean white skull and its eyeless sockets that once had glowed with a desperation partly mine and partly that of a gigantic hound. Four days later, I fear, even madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. Through these pipes came at will the odors of mold, vegetation, and a faint, deep, sardonic bay as of a gigantic hound, or catalog even partly the worst of the unknown, we gave their details a fastidious technical care.
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