The Horror at Red Hook

Malone always felt that there was a veiled mystery to life. In his youth he had seen the occult beauty and ecstasy of things and he had been a poet; nevertheless poverty misery and exile had darkened his outlook and he had delighted in the notions of evil in the world. For him daily existence had transformed into a grotesque shadow-study phantasmagoria that was now sparkling and sneering with hidden rottenness. A horror masterpiece