The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H. P. Lovecraft (i wanna iguana read aloud .txt) đ
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That is all. Charles will have escaped, and a year from now you can put up his stone. Do not question me tomorrow. And believe that the honour of your ancient family remains untainted now, as it has been at all times in the past.
With profoundest sympathy, and exhortations to fortitude, calmness, and resignation, I am ever
Sincerely your friend,
Marinus B. Willett.
So on the morning of Friday, April 13, 1928, Marinus Bicknell Willett visited the room of Charles Dexter Ward at Dr. Waiteâs private hospital on Conanicut Island. The youth, though making no attempt to evade his caller, was in a sullen mood; and seemed disinclined to open the conversation which Willett obviously desired. The doctorâs discovery of the crypt and his monstrous experience therein had of course created a new source of embarrassment, so that both hesitated perceptibly after the interchange of a few strained formalities. Then a new element of constraint crept in, as Ward seemed to read behind the doctorâs mask-like face a terrible purpose which had never been there before. The patient quailed, conscious that since the last visit there had been a change whereby the solicitous family physician had given place to the ruthless and implacable avenger.
Ward actually turned pale, and the doctor was the first to speak. âMore,â he said, âhas been found out, and I must warn you fairly that a reckoning is due.â
âDigging again, and coming upon more poor starving pets?â was the ironic reply. It was evident that the youth meant to shew bravado to the last.
âNo,â Willett slowly rejoined, âthis time I did not have to dig. We have had men looking up Dr. Allen, and they found the false beard and spectacles in the bungalow.â
âExcellent,â commented the disquieted host in an effort to be wittily insulting, âand I trust they proved more becoming than the beard and glasses you now have on!â
âThey would become you very well,â came the even and studied response, âas indeed they seem to have done.â
As Willett said this, it almost seemed as though a cloud passed over the sun; though there was no change in the shadows on the floor. Then Ward ventured:
âAnd is this what asks so hotly for a reckoning? Suppose a man does find it now and then useful to be twofold?â
âNoâ, said Willett gravely, âagain you are wrong. It is no business of mine if any man seeks duality; provided he has any right to exist at all, and provided he does not destroy what called him out of space.â
Ward now started violently. âWell, Sir, what have ye found, and what dâye want of me?â
The doctor let a little time elapse before replying, as if choosing his words for an effective answer.
âI have foundâ, he finally intoned, âsomething in a cupboard behind an ancient overmantel where a picture once was, and I have burned it and buried the ashes where the grave of Charles Dexter Ward ought to be.â
The madman choked and sprang from the chair in which he had been sitting:
âDamn ye, who did ye tell - and whoâll believe it was he after these two full months, with me alive? What dâye mean to do?â
Willett, though a small man, actually took on a kind of judicial majesty as he calmed the patient with a gesture.
âI have told no one. This is no common case - it is a madness out of time and a horror from beyond the spheres which no police or lawyers or courts or alienists could ever fathom or grapple with. Thank God some chance has left inside me the spark of imagination, that I might not go astray in thinking out this thing. You cannot deceive me, Joseph Curwen, for I know that your accursed magic is true!â
âI know how you wove the spell that brooded outside the years and fastened on your double and descendant; I know how you drew him into the past and got him to raise you up from your detestable grave; I know how he kept you hidden in his laboratory while you studied modern things and roved abroad as a vampire by night, and how you later shewed yourself in beard and glasses that no one might wonder at your godless likeness to him; I know what you resolved to do when he balked at your monstrous rifling of the worldâs tombs, and at what you planned afterward , and I know how you did it.â
âYou left off your beard and glasses and fooled the guards around the house. They thought it was he who went in, and they thought it was he who came out when you had strangled and hidden him. But you hadnât reckoned on the different contents of two minds. You were a fool, Joseph Curwen, to fancy that a mere visual identity would be enough. Why didnât you think of the speech and the voice and the handwriting? It hasnât worked, you see, after all. You know better than I who or what wrote that message in minuscules, but I will warn you it was not written in vain. There are abominations and blasphemies which must be stamped out, and I believe that the writer of those words will attend to Orne and Hutchinson. One of those creatures wrote you once, âdo not call up any that you can not put downâ. You were undone once before, perhaps in that very way, and it may be that your own evil magic will undo you all again. Curwen, a man canât tamper with Nature beyond certain limits, and every horror you have woven will rise up to wipe you out.â
But here the doctor was cut short by a convulsive cry from the creature before him. Hopelessly at bay, weaponless, and knowing that any show of physical violence would bring a score of attendants to the doctorâs rescue, Joseph Curwen had recourse to his one ancient ally, and began a series of cabbalistic motions with his forefingers as his deep, hollow voice, now unconcealed by feigned hoarseness, bellowed out the opening words of a terrible formula.
âPER ADONAI ELOIM, ADONAI JEHOVA, ADONAI SABAOTH, METRATON âŠâ
But Willett was too quick for him. Even as the dogs in the yard outside began to howl, and even as a chill wind sprang suddenly up from the bay, the doctor commenced the solemn and measured intonation of that which he had meant all along to recite. An eye for an eye - magic for magic - let the outcome shew how well the lesson of the abyss had been learned! So in a clear voice Marinus Bicknell Willett began the second of that pair of formulae whose first had raised the writer of those minuscules - the cryptic invocation whose heading was the Dragonâs Tail, sign of the descending node -
OGTHROD AIâF GEBâL-EEâH YOG-SOTHOTH âNGAHâNG AIâY ZHRO!
At the very first word from Willettâs mouth the previously commenced formula of the patient stopped short. Unable to speak, the monster made wild motions with his arms until they too were arrested. When the awful name of Yog-Sothoth was uttered, the hideous change began. It was not merely a dissolution, but rather a transformation or recapitulation; and Willett shut his eyes lest he faint before the rest of the incantation could be pronounced.
But he did not faint, and that man of unholy centuries and forbidden secrets never troubled the world again. The madness out of time had subsided, and the case of Charles Dexter Ward was closed. Opening his eyes before staggering out of that room of horror, Dr. Willett saw that what he had kept in memory had not been kept amiss. There had, as he had predicted, been no need for acids. For like his accursed picture a year before, Joseph Curwen now lay scattered on the floor as a thin coating of fine bluish-grey dust.
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