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quote:The two men lay down, without undressing, upon their beds of soft balsam boughs, cunningly arranged. Inside, all was warm and cozy, but outside the world of crowding trees pressed close about them, marshalling their million shadows, and smothering the little tent that stood there like a wee white shell facing the ocean of tremendous forest. - Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo" Blackwood does the best job I've seen of conveying how helpless and small the wilderness can make you feel. This story in particular is probably the best weird tale I've ever read, or close to it. MeatwadIsGod fucked around with this message at 05:11 on Aug 14, 2015 |
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