Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith

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Portrait of Clark Ashton Smith Clark Ashton Smith,  Stirring Science Stories (1941-02-19)

“ It was like the voice of all the souls in a frozen hell, uttered by lips congealing slowly toward the ultimate torture of silence. It sank and sank till it seemed to be issuing from pits below the nadir.
Fifine shrank back on the threshold, imploring me with a pitiful glance to precede her. The lights were all turned on; and Averaud, clad in a strange medieval costume, in a black gown and cap such as Faustus might have worn, stood near the percussive mechanism. The hammers were all beating with a frenzied rapidity
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Portrait of Clark Ashton Smith Clark Ashton Smith,  Stirring Science Stories (1941-02-19)

“ The swinging of the hammers grew swifter and heavier; but, to my surprise, there was no corresponding increase of loudness in the sound. On the contrary, the clangor became slowly muted, till it was no more than an undertone which seemed to be coming from an immense depth or distance—an undertone still full of disquietude and torment, like the sobbing of far-off winds in hell, or the murmur of demonian fires on coasts of eternal ice. Said Averaud at my elbow:
"To a certain extent, the combined notes of the gongs are beyond human hearing in their pitch.
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Portrait of Clark Ashton Smith Clark Ashton Smith,  Stirring Science Stories (1941-02-19)

“ I believe in evil—how can I do otherwise when I see its manifestations everywhere? I regard it as an all-controlling power; but I do not think that the power is personal, in the sense of what we know as personality. A Satan? No. What I conceive is a sort of dark vibration, the radiation of a black sun, of a center of malignant eons—a radiation that can penetrate like any other ray—and perhaps more deeply. ”
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