5 March 2012

From 221 entries in a notebook kept by H.P. Lovecraft between 1919 and 1934. of “ideas, images, & quotations” for “possible future use in weird fiction.”

Castaways on island eat unknown vegetation and become strangely transformed.

Rats multiply and exterminate first a single city and then all mankind. Increased size and intelligence.

Man visits museum of antiquities—asks that it accept a bas-relief he has just made—old and learned curator laughs and says he cannot accept anything so modern. Man says that “dreams are older than brooding Egypt or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylonia” and that he had fashioned the sculpture in his dreams. Curator bids him shew his product, and when he does so curator shews horror. Asks who the man may be. He tells modern name. “No—before that” says curator. Man does not remember except in dreams. Then curator offers high price, but man fears he means to destroy sculpture. Asks fabulous price—curator will consult directors. Add good development and describe nature of bas-relief.

Individual, by some strange process, retraces the path of evolution and becomes amphibious.

Man forced to take shelter in strange house. Host has thick beard and dark glasses. Retires. In night guest rises and sees host’s clothes about—also mask which was the apparent face of whatever the host was. Flight.

Doors found mysteriously open and shut etc.—excite terror.

Wall paper cracks off in sinister shape—man dies of fright.

Ancient negro voodoo wizard in cabin in swamp—possesses white man.

Insects or other entities from space attack and penetrate a man’s head and cause him to remember alien and exotic things—possible displacement of personality.

Migration of lemmings—Atlantis.

Vampire visits man in ancestral abode—is his own father.

The walking dead—seemingly alive, but—.

Hideous secret society—widespread—horrible rites in caverns under familiar scenes—one’s own neighbour may belong.

Disturbing conviction that all life is only a deceptive dream with some dismal or sinister horror lurking behind.

Ancient (Roman? prehistoric?) stone bridge washed away by a (sudden and curious?) storm. Something liberated which had been sealed up in the masonry of years ago. Things happen.

An odd wound appears on a man’s hand suddenly and without apparent cause. Spreads. Consequences.

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