短篇小说 | The Cats of Ulthar
It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire.
It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire.
Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing
Miss Martha Meacham kept the little bakery on the corner (the one where you go up three steps, and the bell tinkles when you open the door).
I come before you tonight as a candidate for the Vice Presidency and as a man whose honesty and -- and integrity has been questioned.
About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on the road leading to Maysville, stands an old house that was last occupied by a family named Harding.
It was one hundred and forty-four years ago that members of the Democratic Party first met in convention to select a Presidential candidate.
It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man.
Yesterday, December 7th, 1941 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.
So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself -- nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year.
And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.
THE man whose story is here to be told was the wealthiest and most influential person in his parish; his name was Thord Overaas.
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