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"0": " From Beyond\n\nBy Howard Phillips Lovecraft in 1920, and first published in \"The Fantasy\nFan\" June 1934.\n\nHorrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best\nfriend, Crawford Tillinghast. I had not seen him since that day, two months\nand a half before, when he told me toward what goal his physical and\nmeta-physical researches were leading; when he had answered my awed and\nalmost frightened remonstrance's by driving me from his laboratory and his\nhouse in a burst of fanatical rage, I had known that he now remained mostly\nshut in the attic laboratory with that accursed electrical machine, eating\nlittle and excluding even the servants, but I had not thought that a brief\nperiod of ten weeks could so alter and disfigure any human creature. It is\nnot pleasant to see a stout man sud-denly grown thin, and it is even worse\nwhen the baggy skin becomes yellowed or grayed, the eyes sunken, circled,\nand uncannily glowing, the forehead veined and corrugated, and the hands\ntremulous and twitching. And if added to this there be a repellent\nunkemptness, a wild disorder of dress, a bushiness of dark hair white at\nthe roots, and an unchecked growth of white beard on a face once\nclean-shaven, the cu-mulative effect is quite shocking. But such was the\naspect of Crawford Tilllinghast on the night his half coherent message\nbrought me to his door after my weeks of exile; such was the specter that\ntrembled as it admitted me, candle in hand, and glanced furtively over its\nshoulder as if fearful of unseen things in the ancient, lonely house set\nback from Benevolent street.\n\nThat Crawford Tilinghast should ever have studied science and philosophy\nwas a mistake. These things should be left to the frigid and impersonal\ninvestigator for they offer two equally tragic alternatives to the man of\nfeeling and action; despair, if he fail in his quest, and terrors\nunutterable and unimaginable if he succeed. Tillinghast had once been the\nprey of failure, solitary and melancholy; but now I knew, with nauseating\nfears of my own, that he was the prey of success. I had indeed warned him\nten weeks before, when he burst forth with his tale of what he felt himself\nabout to discover. He had been flushed and excited then, talking in a high\nand unnatural, though always pedantic, voice.\n\n\"What do we know,\" he had said, \"of the world and the universe about us?\nOur means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of\nsurrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are\nconstructed to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature.\nWith five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex\ncosmos, yet other beings with wider, stronger, or different range of senses\nmight not only see very dif-ferently the things we see, but might see and\nstudy whole worlds of matter, energy, and life which lie close at hand yet\ncan never be detected with the senses we have. I have always believed that\nsuch strange, inaccessible worlds exist at our very elbows, and now I\nbelieve I have found a way to break dawn the barriers. I am not joking.\nWithin twenty-four hours that machine near the table will generate waves\nacting on unrecognized sense organs that exist in us as atrophied or\nrudimentary vestiges. Those waves will open up to us many vistas unknown to\nman and several unknown to anything we consider organic life. We shall see\nthat at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their\nears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no\nbreathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and\ndimensions, and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation.\"\n\nWhen Tilliinghaut said these things I remonstrated, for I knew him well\nenough to be frightened rather than amused; but he was a fanatic, and drove\nme from the house. Now he was no less a fanatic, but his desire to speak\nhad conquered his resentment, and he had written me imperatively in a hand\nI could scarcely recognize. As I ent
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