So It Goes

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For the next five years H.P. Lovecraft became as reclusive as any of his eccentric narrators, absorbing prodigious quantities of information out of books but doing little to make himself employable to the outside world.

S.T. Joshi, in the introduction to The Thing on the Doorstep and Other Weird Stories.

It’s also a description that fits me better than my favorite t-shirt.  From now on, I’m no longer an unemployed blogger.  I am, however, Lovecraftian.

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