H.P. Lovecraft: "The Rats in the Walls" {read by Andy Sames}

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  • Опубліковано 3 січ 2025

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  • @goldyjh
    @goldyjh Рік тому

    what an interesting sounding man! i wonder if he has a cat with a unique name!

  • @vincentthendean7713
    @vincentthendean7713 Рік тому

    Normal people's reaction to discovering they have welsh ancestry: Oh cool.
    Lovecraft's reaction:

    • @MishimaYukio17
      @MishimaYukio17 Рік тому

      Funny to think, but that's not the correct sequence of events; just an internet rumour.

  • @Kimarnic
    @Kimarnic Рік тому +1

    Oh boy, i wonder whats his cat's name

    • @christophermacintyre5890
      @christophermacintyre5890  Рік тому +4

      Lovecraft had some issues in that area... I debated bleeping it out while editing, but in the end left it uncensored. I think this is the right decision, but I hope I don't live to regret it.

    • @MishimaYukio17
      @MishimaYukio17 Рік тому +1

      @@christophermacintyre5890 you did the correct, scholarly thing. It's interesting that Lovecraft incorporated a real creature into this story: his father's cat.

    • @andydavidson9366
      @andydavidson9366 Рік тому

      ​@@christophermacintyre5890 Unfortunately Librivox readings have to be verbatim, I think it is conected to copyright issue's. I had a very dark black cat myself, I called him Spider.😊

  • @keithmacintyre1889
    @keithmacintyre1889 2 роки тому +1

    The music may have been a little too intense at the end, but a good job overall.

  • @residentevilzzz3352
    @residentevilzzz3352 Рік тому

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    Head of a dead young man
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