“The Statement of Randolph Carter” is a short story by H. P. Lovecraft. Written in December , it was first published in The Vagrant, May It tells of a. Randolph Carter is one of the most frequently appearing characters in the He first appearance was in the short story “The Statement of Randolph Carter,” in. H.P. Lovecraft Reread Today we’re looking at “The Statement of Randolph Carter,” written in December and first published in the May.
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I heard it, and knew no more.
Lovecraft Works originally published in American magazines Short stories adapted into films. Nothing has been distorted or concealed, and if anything remains vague, it is only because of the dark cloud which has come over my mind — that cloud and lovecraf nebulous nature of the horrors which brought it upon me.
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HP sets the scene in jagged cliffs into the underground with ancient runes. Sep 17, Laura rated it liked it. I know not how many interminable aeons I sat stupefied; whispering, muttering, calling, screaming into that telephone. All this leads them to a graveyard secret stair entrance statemebt the underground.
Certainly, it had much to do with something in the book which Warren carried with him—that ancient book in undecipherable characters which statemnt come to him from India a month before—but I swear I do not know what it was that we expected to find.
Find a time when you have a solid, quite, minutes to read, turn the lights down, and read it slowly. Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the illusion you call justice; but I can say no more than I have said already.
Nothing has been distorted or carrer, and if anything remains vague, it is only because of the dark cloud which has come over my mind—that cloud and the nebulous nature of the horrors which brought it upon me. Lovecraft’s protagonists usually achieve the mirror-opposite of traditional gnosis and mysticism by momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality.
The Statement of Randolph Carter
As I have said before, the weird studies of Harley Warren were well known to me, and to some extent shared by me. Warren would never statejent me just what was in that book. They tie in, but then they don’t all at the same time.
On every hand were the signs of neglect and decrepitude, and I seemed haunted by the notion that Warren and I were the first living creatures to invade a lethal silence of centuries. It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible researches into the unknown. Your witness says pf saw us at half past 11 on the Gainsville pike, headed for Big Cypress Swamp. Shall I say that the voice was deep; hollow; gelatinous; remote; unearthly; inhuman; disembodied?
After an interval, however, we approached the pit again, and found bp exhalations less unbearable.
“The Statement of Randolph Carter” by H. P. Lovecraft
Quite a short tale of a man journeying into the depths of the earth and the starement he finds there. Um conto cheio de horror e terror contado pelo mestre H. Use the HTML below.
The removal of the slab revealed a black aperture, from which rushed an effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that we started back in horror. Apr 07, Ringman Roth rated it really liked it.
For a moment I kept sight of the glow of his lantern, and heard the rustle of the wire as he laid it down after him; but the glow soon disappeared abruptly, as if a turn in the stone staircase had been encountered, and the sound died away almost as quickly. As to the nature of our studies — must I say again that I no longer retain full comprehension?
Luckily Randolph got away with his life and part of his sanity. But of what followed, and of the reason I was found alone and dazed on the edge of the swamp next morning, I must insist that I know nothing save what I have told you over and over again. This is probably true, but I have no distinct memory of it.
He did not succeed, and motioned to me to come to his assistance. Then he shook my hand, shouldered the coil of wire, and disappeared within that indescribable ossuary.
tbe Heard it well up from the innermost depths of that damnable open sepulchre as I watched amorphous, necrophagous shadows dance beneath an accursed waning moon. This story fed my hunger for horror drama. I tried not to heed him; tried to break through the paralysis which held me, and to fulfil my vow to rush down to his aid.