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The Rats in the Walls
by
H. P. Lovecraft
Something bumped into me -- something soft and plump. It must have been
the rats; the viscous, gelatinous, ravenous army that feast on the dead
and the living ... Why shouldn't rats eat a de la Poer as a de la Poer
eats forbidden things? ... The war ate my boy, damn them all ... and the
Yanks ate Carfax with flames and burnt Grandsire Delapore and the secret
... No, no, I tell you, I am not that daemon swineherd in the twilit
grotto! It was not Edward Norrys' fat face on that flabby fungous thing!
Who says I am a de la Poer? He lived, but my boy died! ... Shall a
Norrys hold the land of a de la Poer? ... It's voodoo, I tell you ...
that spotted snake ... Curse you, Thornton, I'll teach you to faint at
what my family do! ... 'Sblood, thou stinkard, I'll learn ye how to gust
... wolde ye swynke me thilke wys?... Magna Mater! Magna Mater!... Atys...
Dia ad aghaidh's ad aodaun... agus bas dunarch ort! Dhonas 's dholas
ort, agus leat-sa!... Ungl unl... rrlh ... chchch...
This is what they say I said when they found me in the blackness after
three hours; found me crouching in the blackness over the plump,
half-eaten body of Capt. Norrys, with my own cat leaping and tearing at
my throat. Now they have blown up Exham Priory, taken my Man away
from me, and shut me into this barred room at Hanwell with fearful
whispers about my heredity and experience. Thornton is in the next room,
but they prevent me from talking to him. They are trying, too, to
suppress most of the facts concerning the priory. When I speak of poor
Norrys they accuse me of this hideous thing, but they must know that I
did not do it. They must know it was the rats; the slithering scurrying
rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that race
behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors
than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats
in the walls.
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