"Villiers turned page after page, absorbed, in spite of himself, in the frightful Walpurgis Night of evil, strange monstrous evil, that the dead artist had set forth in black and white. The figures of Fauns and Satyrs and AEgipans danced before his eyes, the darkness of the thicket, the dance on the mountain-top, the scenes by lonely shores, in green vinyards, by rocks and desert places, passed before him: a world before which the human soul seemed to shrink back and shudder."
--Arthur...
Published on April 30, 2010 16:04