In high flood this great acreage of sand, shingle-beds, and willow-grown islands is almost topped by the water, but in normal seasons the bushes bend and. The Willows has ratings and reviews. Henry said: H. P. Lovecraft called The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood a great name by the way, the best. The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Willows, by Algernon Blackwood This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions.
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This comics version manages to infuse the story not just with the dread and cosmic horror of the original, but also displays a deep appreciation for the natural world.
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I am no believer in ghosts, but how else can I explain the train’s sudden arrival at this moment when all sort of unspeakable horrors were conspiring to drive me mad? For the rest, the officer’s prophecy held true, and the wind, blowing down a perfectly clear sky, increased steadily till it reached the dignity of a westerly blackwooe. It was the way he caught at me in falling. The two adventurous men plan to traverse through its whole length, following the steps of the ancient Roman emperors, but their plans go awry; somewhere at the end of Austria the river floods, and the current carries them deep into Hungary, to uninhabited wilderness.
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Our insignificance perhaps may save us. Wilows realized what he realized, only with less power of analysis than his. A moment more and he would have taken the plunge.
My explanations made in the sunshine, moreover, now came to haunt me with their foolish and wholly unsatisfactory nature, and it was more and more clear to us that some kind of plain talk with my companion was inevitable, whether I liked it or not.
The sense of remoteness from the world of human kind, the utter isolation, the fascination of this singular world of willows, winds, and waters, instantly laid its spell upon us both, so that we allowed laughingly to one another that we ought by rights to have held some special kind of passport to admit us, and that we had, somewhat audaciously, come without asking leave into a separate little kingdom of wonder and magic — a kingdom that was reserved for the use of others who had a right to it, with everywhere unwritten warnings to trespassers for those who had the imagination to discover them.
And altogether the fear that hovered about me was such an unknown and immense kind of fear, so unlike anything I had ever felt before, that it woke a sense of awe and wonder in me that did much to counteract its worst effects; and when I reached a high point in the middle of the island from which I could see the wide stretch of river, crimson in the sunrise, the whole magical beauty of it all was so overpowering that a sort of wild yearning woke in me and almost brought a cry up into the throat.
View all 5 comments. Overall it’s a great short story that reads like a gothic atmospheric dream.
More often it hovered directly overhead like the whirring of wings. The curious sound I have likened to the note of a gong became now almost incessant, and filled the stillness of the night with a faint, continuous ringing rather than a series of distinct notes. What, I thought, if, after all, these crouching willows proved to be alive; if suddenly they should rise up, like a swarm of living creatures, marshaled by the gods whose territory we had invaded, sweep towards us off the vast swamps, booming overhead in the night–and then settle down!
If you have not guessed I am glad. The grateful smell of frizzling bacon entered the tent door.
And, before anything could be done, we had collided a little heavily against the corpse. And those for whom it is new will want to leave a light on for many nights after. But you can explain them, no doubt!
Yet it never left me quite, even during the very practical business of putting up the tent in a hurricane of wind and building a fire for the stew-pot. We touched the frontier of a region where our presence was resented. It was forced laughter, not artificial exactly, but mirthless. I watched him surreptitiously all the time, and I had an idea he was watching me. The blackowod that my companion also slept quickened its approach. The psychology of places, for some algsrnon at least, is very vivid; for the wanderer, especially, camps have their “note” either of welcome or rejection.
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Then, too, just lbackwood we turned back, our arms full of driftwood, another thing happened to recall us to the river bank. Why in the world need he draw attention to it? Royalty payments must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you prepare or are legally required to prepare your periodic tax returns.
To me it gave the strange impression of being as large as several animals grouped together, like horses, two or three, moving slowly. He made my manliness sweat. Mar 05, J. Then, quite unexpectedly, I came algernln upon the island’s point and saw a dark figure outlined between the water and the sky. Do not refer to them by name.