Excerpts from Herbert West—Reanimator by H.P. Lovecraft.
I
. FROM THE DARK Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.
II. THE PLAGUE-DAEMON
The next night devils danced on the roofs of Arkham, and unnatural madness howled in the wind.
III. SIX SHOTS BY MIDNIGHT
the essence of Herbert West’s existence was a quest amid black and forbidden realms of the unknown, in which he hoped to uncover the secret of life and restore to perpetual animation the graveyard’s cold clay.
IV. THE SCREAM OF THE DEAD
West’s sole absorbing interest was a secret study of the phenomena of life and its cessation, leading toward the reanimation of the dead through injections of an excitant solution.
V. THE HORROR FROM THE SHADOWS
I wonder even now if it could have been other than a daemoniac dream of delirium.
VI. THE TOMB-LEGIONS
West, in reality, was more afraid than I; for his abominable pursuits entailed a life of furtiveness and dread of every shadow. Partly it was the police he feared; but sometimes his nervousness was deeper and more nebulous, touching on certain indescribable things into which he had injected a morbid life, and from which he had not seen that life depart.
