Collected Fiction Volume 2 (1926-1930): A Variorum Edition (35 page)

509
. horrible] horrible, C

510
. and]
om.
C

511
. legions] legion C

512
. shantak] Shantak C

513
. emphasised] emphasized C

514
. gasping] groping C

515
. Cyclopean] cyclopean A, C

516
. realised] realized C

517
. Inganok,] Inquanok, C

518
. an ant] air out C

519
. Cyclopean] cyclopean C

520
. touch,] touch A, C

521
. realise] realize C

522
. that] the C

523
. itself,] itself. C

524
. toad-like] toadlike A, C

525
. why,] why A, C

526
. grisly] goodly C

527
. incense] incenses C

528
. long,] long C

529
. swart] smart C

530
. mild] wild C

531
. dream-world] dream world A, C

532
. Providence,] Providence C

533
. wraith-like] wraithlike A, C

534
. New-Hampshire] New Hampshire C

535
. Rhode-Island’s] Rhode Island’s C

536
. New-England] New England C

537
. those] these C

538
. Shun,] Shun C

539
. than] then C

540
. shantak] Shantak C

541
. shantak] Shantak C

542
. shantak,] Shantak, C

543
. lonely] lovely C

544
. shantak] Shantak C

545
. shantaks,] Shantaks, C

546
. shantak,] Shantak, C

547
. shantak] Shantak C

548
. Chaos!”
]
Chaos.”
C

549
. shantak,] Shantak, C

550
. bat-wings] bat wings A, C

551
. aether] nether C

552
. shantak] Shantak C

553
. shantak,] Shantak, C

554
. those] these C

555
. shantak] Shantak C

556
. nethermost] nether-most C

557
. siren] risen C

558
. Time] time C

559
. black]
om.
C

560
. flutes.] flutes, to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic Ultimate Gods [
revised to lower-case
], the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. A [
excised
]

561
. shantak] Shantak C

562
. would—] would—. A, C

563
. suns,] suns A, C

564
. Cerenerian] Cerenarian A, C

565
. Inganok,] Inquanok, C

“The essential Saltes of Animals may be so prepared and preserved, that an ingenious Man may have the whole Ark of Noah in his own Studie,
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and raise the fine Shape
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of an Animal out of its Ashes at his Pleasure; and by the lyke Method
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from the essential Saltes of humane Dust, a Philosopher may, without any criminal Necromancy, call up the Shape of any dead Ancestour from the Dust whereinto his Bodie has been incinerated.”
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BORELLUS
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1.

From a private hospital for the insane near Providence, Rhode Island, there recently disappeared an exceedingly singular person. He bore the name of Charles Dexter Ward, and was placed under restraint most reluctantly by the grieving father who had watched his aberration grow from a mere eccentricity to a dark mania involving both a possibility of murderous tendencies and a profound and
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peculiar change in the apparent contents of his mind. Doctors confess themselves quite baffled by his case, since it presented oddities of a general physiological as well as psychological character.

In the first place, the patient seemed oddly older than his twenty-six years would warrant. Mental disturbance, it is true, will age one rapidly; but the face of this young man had taken on a subtle cast which only the very aged usually
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acquire. In the second place, his organic processes shewed
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a certain queerness of proportion
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which nothing in medical experience can parallel. Respiration and heart action had a baffling lack of symmetry; the voice was lost, so that no sounds above a whisper were possible;
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digestion was incredibly prolonged and minimised, and neural reactions to standard stimuli bore no relation at all
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to anything heretofore recorded, either normal or pathological. The skin had a morbid chill and dryness, and the cellular structure of the tissue seemed exaggeratedly coarse and loosely knit.
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Even a large olive birthmark on the
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right hip had disappeared, whilst
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there had formed on the
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chest a very peculiar mole or blackish spot of which no trace existed before. In general, all physicians agree that in Ward the processes of metabolism had become retarded to a degree beyond precedent.

Psychologically, too, Charles Ward was unique. His madness held no affinity to any sort recorded in even the latest and most exhaustive of treatises, and was conjoined to a mental force which would have made him a genius or a leader had it not been twisted into strange and grotesque forms. Dr. Willett, who was Ward’s family physician, affirms that the patient’s gross mental capacity, as gauged by his response to matters outside the sphere of his insanity, had actually increased since the seizure. Ward, it is true, was always a scholar and an antiquarian; but even his most brilliant early work did not shew
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the prodigious grasp and insight displayed during his last examinations by the alienists. It was, indeed, a difficult matter to obtain a legal commitment to the hospital, so powerful and lucid did the youth’s mind seem; and only on the evidence of others, and on the strength of many abnormal gaps in his stock of information as distinguished from his intelligence,
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was he finally placed in confinement. To the very moment of his vanishment he was an omnivorous reader and as great a conversationalist as his poor voice permitted; and shrewd observers, failing to foresee his escape, freely predicted that he would not be long in gaining his discharge from custody.

Only Dr. Willett, who
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brought Charles Ward into the world and had
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watched his growth of body and mind ever since, seemed frightened at the thought of his
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future freedom. He had had a terrible experience and had made a terrible discovery which he dared not reveal to his sceptical colleagues. Willett, indeed, presents a minor mystery all his own in his connexion
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with the case. He was the last to see the patient before his flight, and emerged from that final conversation in a state of mixed horror and relief which several recalled when Ward’s escape became known three hours later. That escape itself is one of the unsolved wonders of Dr. Waite’s hospital. A window open above a sheer drop of sixty feet could
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hardly explain it, yet after that talk with Willett the youth was undeniably gone. Willett himself has no public explanations to offer, though he seems strangely easier in mind than before the escape. Many, indeed, feel that he would like to say more if he thought any considerable number would believe him. He had found Ward in his room, but shortly after his departure the attendants knocked in vain. When they opened the door the patient was not there, and all they found was the open window with a chill April breeze blowing in a cloud of fine bluish-grey dust that almost choked them. True, the dogs howled some time before;
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but that was while Willett was still present, and they had caught nothing and shewn
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no disturbance later on. Ward’s father was told at once over the telephone, but he seemed more saddened than surprised. By the time Dr. Waite called in person, Dr. Willett had been talking with him, and both disavowed any knowledge or complicity in the escape. Only from certain closely confidential friends of Willett and the senior Ward have any clues been gained, and even these are too wildly fantastic for general credence. The one fact which remains is that up to the present time no trace of the missing madman has been unearthed.

Charles Ward was an antiquarian from infancy, no doubt gaining his taste from the venerable town around him, and from the relics of the past which filled every corner of his parents’ old mansion in Prospect Street on the crest of the hill. With the years his devotion to ancient things increased; so that history, genealogy, and the study of colonial
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architecture, furniture,
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and craftsmanship at length crowded everything else from his sphere of interests. These tastes are important to remember in considering his madness; for although they do not form its absolute nucleus, they play a prominent part in its superficial form. The gaps of information which the alienists noticed were all related to modern matters,
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and were invariably offset by a correspondingly excessive though outwardly concealed knowledge of bygone matters as brought out by adroit questioning;
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so that one would have fancied the patient literally transferred to a former age through some obscure sort of auto-hypnosis. The odd thing was that Ward seemed no longer interested in the antiquities
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he knew so well. He had, it appears, lost his regard for them through sheer familiarity; and all his final efforts were obviously bent toward mastering those common facts of the modern world which had been so totally and unmistakably expunged from his brain. That this wholesale deletion had occurred, he did his best to hide;
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but it was clear to all who watched him that his whole programme of reading and conversation was determined by a frantic wish to imbibe such knowledge of his own life and of the ordinary practical and cultural background of the twentieth century as ought to have been his by virtue of his birth in 1902 and his education in the schools of our own
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time. Alienists are now wondering how, in view of his vitally
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impaired range
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of data, the escaped patient manages to cope with the complicated world of today; the dominant opinion being that he is ‘lying low’
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in some humble and unexacting position till his stock of modern information can be brought up to the normal.

The beginning of Ward’s madness is a matter of dispute among alienists. Dr. Lyman, the eminent Boston authority, places it in 1919 or 1920, during the boy’s last year at the Moses Brown School, when
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he suddenly turned from the study of the past to the study of the occult, and refused to qualify for college on the ground that he had individual researches of much greater importance to make. This is certainly borne
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out by Ward’s altered habits at the time, especially by his continual search through town records and among old burying-grounds
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for a certain grave dug in 1771;
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the grave of an ancestor named Joseph Curwen, some of whose papers he professed to have found behind the panelling of a very old house in Olney Court, on Stampers’
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Hill, which Curwen was known to have built and occupied.
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It is,
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broadly speaking, undeniable that the winter of 1919–20 saw a great change in Ward; whereby he abruptly dropped
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his general antiquarian pursuits and embarked on a desperate delving into occult subjects both at home and abroad, varied only by this strangely persistent search for his forefather’s grave.

From this opinion, however, Dr. Willett substantially dissents;
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basing his verdict on his close and continuous knowledge of the patient, and on certain frightful investigations and discoveries which he made toward the last. Those investigations and discoveries have left their mark upon him; so that his voice trembles when he tells them, and his hand trembles when he tries to write of them. Willett admits that the change of 1919–20 would ordinarily appear to mark the beginning of a progressive decadence which culminated in the horrible and
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uncanny alienation of 1928;
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but believes from personal observation that a finer distinction must be made. Granting freely that the boy was always ill-balanced temperamentally, and prone to be unduly susceptible and enthusiastic in his responses to phenomena around him, he refuses to concede that the early alteration marked the actual passage from sanity to madness; crediting instead Ward’s own statement that he had discovered or rediscovered something whose effect on human thought was likely to be marvellous and profound.
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The true madness, he is certain, came with a later change;
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after the Curwen portrait and the ancient papers had been unearthed; after a trip to strange foreign places had been made, and some terrible invocations chanted under strange and secret circumstances; after certain
answers
to these invocations had been plainly indicated, and a frantic letter penned under agonising and inexplicable conditions; after the wave of vampirism and the ominous Pawtuxet gossip; and after the patient’s memory commenced to exclude contemporary images whilst his voice failed and his physical aspect underwent the subtle modification so many subsequently noticed.