Sometimes, I close my eyes and try my hardest to imagine a world where Lovecraft had abandoned his love of the archaic and abominable and instead had pursued with as much fervor a life dedicated to the literary essay. I would have liked that guy much more.

I think it's funny how he puts down works with a narrow vocabulary as being monotonous because of that limitation, whereas with his own works his superfluous writing itself can drag through the mud.

But I still love the stuff! Haha