“West of Arkham the hills rise wild and there are valleys with deep woods that no ax has ever cut. There are dark, narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glimpse of sunlight.” EvilSpaceColourValleysForestLovecraftArkhamGlens Book:The Colour Out of Space Source: The Colour Out of Space
“Seek in Glen Massan no emotions of terror and the wild sublime, but a softer sentiment, roused by the forgotten Gaelic bard who sung the sorrows of the sons of Usnach; and in Tarsuinn, Garrachra and Glen Lean, I would restore, in fancy, shepherds and hunters on the grass-grown drove-road and the abandoned hill. The Clyde has drained those glens, not of their waters only, but of men, and melancholy broods among the shadows of Benmore as if it, too, remembered lonefully the unreturning generations.” MelancholyGaelicHighland ClearancesCattle DrovingGlensArgyllRiver Clyde Book:The Clyde, River and Firth Source: The Clyde, River and Firth