H. P. Lovecraft,
The Haunter of the Dark
(1936)
“ At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the out-spread west—the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire-crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables so potently provoked his fancy. ”
