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Curb Your Enthusiasm
H. P. Lovecraft with Felis by Andrew Hamilton A THOUGHT has been lurking in the back of my mind for some time. In terms of fiction, and even outside it (with the notable exception of H. P. Lovecraft), were certain authors reflexively embraced as soul mates by White conservatives and racialists, in reality…
Smirkin’ Dr. Smirkin
Hey! Be checkin’ da smirk on dat Jew. If you’re like everyone else, you’ll want to know how people get that smarmy, Jew smirk. Read on! by Arch Stanton IT’S TIME once again for Arch Stanton’s – Theater – of – the – Absurd! Today’s episode — Dr. Smirkin. You just closed that billion-dollar deal,…
The Old Brown Coat
by Lord Dunsany MY FRIEND, Mr. Douglas Ainslie, tells me that Sir James Barrie once told him this story. The story, or rather the fragment, was as follows. A man strolling into an auction somewhere abroad, I think it must have been France, for they bid in francs, found they were selling old clothes. And…
Conan Goes to Church
by Arvin N. Prebost THE CONFLICTING sickening-sweet odors of the women’s perfume set up a peculiar prickling sensation in his nose and made his narrowed eyes water as the church choir sang uncertainly, without conviction. The aroma reminded him of the cloying spices used by the smooth-tongued Stygian…
The Last White Man
by Robert E. Howard THE MAN SHIVERED in the coolness of the early morning. He shifted his body to relieve the pressure on his elbows. Cautiously he peered up over the great boulder in front of him, and down the mountain side. Fire twinkled there and the man cursed. An obscene song floated up to him and his…
A Pretty Quarrel
by Lord Dunsany ON ONE OF those unattained, and unattainable pinnacles that are known as the Bleaks of Eerie, an eagle was looking East with a hopeful presage of blood. For he knew, and rejoiced in the knowledge, that eastward over the dells the dwarfs were risen in Ulk, and gone to war with the demi-gods.…
East and West
by Lord Dunsany IT WAS dead of night and midwinter. A frightful wind was bringing sleet from the East. The long sere grasses were wailing. Two specks of light appeared on the desolate plain; a man in a hansom cab was driving alone in North China. Alone with the driver and the dejected horse. The driver wore…
The Prayer of Boob Aheera
by Lord Dunsany IN THE harbour, between the liner and the palms, as the huge ship’s passengers came up from dinner, at moonrise, each in his canoe, Ali Kareeb Ahash and Boob Aheera passed within knife thrust. So urgent was the purpose of Ali Kareeb Ahash that he did not lean over as his enemy slid by,…
How the Office of Postman Fell Vacant in Otford-under-the-Wold
by Lord Dunsany THE DUTIES of postman at Otford-under-the-Wold carried Amuel Sleggins farther afield than the village, farther afield than the last house in the lane, right up to the big bare wold and the house where no one went, no one that is but the three grim men that dwelt there and the secretive wife…
On the Dry Land
by Lord Dunsany OVER THE MARSHES hung the gorgeous night with all his wandering bands of nomad stars, and his whole host of still ones blinked and watched. Over the safe dry land to eastward, grey and cold, the first clear pallor of dawn was coming up above the heads of the immortal gods. Then, as they neared…