… Books are yours Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The Rime of the Ancient MarinerBy Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Like one who on that lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned ‘round Walks on, and turn no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. Happy Halloween!
CARDS ON THE TABLE by Agatha Christie
Unperturbed, Poirot gave her a card. “Give that to your mistress. I think she will see me.” It was one of his more ostentatious cards. The words “Private Detective” were printed in one corner. He had had them specially engraved for the purpose of obtaining interviews with the so-called fair sex. Nearly every woman, whether…
H.P. Lovecraft’s First Day as a Substitute Teacher at Arkham Junior High School. By Daniel Casey. On McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
A word of caution, children, before we discuss the arcane contents of this stygian course: some mathematics were not meant for man to understand. This is Cartesian devilry of a black and necromantic sort, dreamed up by the twisted designs of sinister scholastic gods, existing purely to tempt and destroy mankind with its elusive secrets.…