Incipit
H. P. LOVECRAFT, Master of Weird Fiction, Has Something Unusual To Say in DAGON I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death. It was i …
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Divinités — Dagon (2)
Lieux — Le Pacifique Sud (2)