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-->'''Narrator:''' My early childhood was one long, prosaic and monotonous apathy. Strictly ascetic, wan, pallid, undersized, and subject to protracted spellsof morbid moroseness, I was ostracized by te healthy, normal youngsters of my own age. They dubbed me a spoilsport, and "old woman," because I had no interst in the rough, childish games they played, nor any stamina to particpate in them, had I so desired.

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-->'''Narrator:''' My early childhood was one long, prosaic and monotonous apathy. Strictly ascetic, wan, pallid, undersized, and subject to protracted spellsof morbid moroseness, I was ostracized by te healthy, normal youngsters of my own age. They dubbed me a spoilsport, and "old woman," because I had no interst interest in the rough, childish games they played, nor any stamina to particpate in them, had I so desired.
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Writing under the name "C. M. Eddy," Clifford Martin Eddy, Jr. (Jan 18 1896 - Nov 21 1967) was born in Providence RI, and was a personal friend of Creator/HPLovecraft. He shared Lovecraft's interest in writing SciFiHorror, and wrote numerous stories in that genre, being fascinated by the notion of alternate planes of existence. He wrote extensively for Magazine/WeirdTales.

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Writing under the name "C. M. Eddy," Clifford '''Clifford Martin Eddy, Jr. (Jan 18 1896 - Nov 21 1967) 1967)''' was born in Providence RI, and was a personal friend of Creator/HPLovecraft. He shared Lovecraft's interest in writing SciFiHorror, and wrote numerous stories in that genre, being fascinated by the notion of alternate planes of existence. He wrote extensively for Magazine/WeirdTales.
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-->Narrator: My early childhood was one long, prosaic and monotonous apathy. Strictly ascetic, wan, pallid, undersized, and subject to protracted spellsof morbid moroseness, I was ostracized by te healthy, normal youngsters of my own age. They dubbed me a spoilsport, and "old woman," because I had no interst in the rough, childish games they played, nor any stamina to particpate in them, had I so desired.

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-->Narrator: -->'''Narrator:''' My early childhood was one long, prosaic and monotonous apathy. Strictly ascetic, wan, pallid, undersized, and subject to protracted spellsof morbid moroseness, I was ostracized by te healthy, normal youngsters of my own age. They dubbed me a spoilsport, and "old woman," because I had no interst in the rough, childish games they played, nor any stamina to particpate in them, had I so desired.



-->Narrator: Vacant, dilapidated farmhouses lined the adjacent roadsides, while the years hd brought equal retrogression to the town itself. A mere handful of the houses were occupied ...

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-->Narrator: -->'''Narrator:''' Vacant, dilapidated farmhouses lined the adjacent roadsides, while the years hd brought equal retrogression to the town itself. A mere handful of the houses were occupied ...



-->Narrator: Anything that tended to lift me out of my habitual inertia held for me only the promise of physical and mental disquiet.

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-->Narrator: -->'''Narrator:''' Anything that tended to lift me out of my habitual inertia held for me only the promise of physical and mental disquiet.



-->Narrator: ... a newfound stolen strength was mine.

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-->Narrator: ...-->'''Narrator:''' ... a newfound stolen strength was mine.



-->Narrator: Four years of blood-red charnel hell . . . sickening slime of rain and rotten trenches . . . deafening bursting of hysterical shells . . . monotonous droning of sardonic bullets . . . smoking frenzies of Phlegethon's fountains . . . stifling fumes of murderous gases . . . grotesque remnants of smashed and shredded bodies . . . four years of transcendent satisfaction.

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-->Narrator: -->'''Narrator:''' Four years of blood-red charnel hell . . . sickening slime of rain and rotten trenches . . . deafening bursting of hysterical shells . . . monotonous droning of sardonic bullets . . . smoking frenzies of Phlegethon's fountains . . . stifling fumes of murderous gases . . . grotesque remnants of smashed and shredded bodies . . . four years of transcendent satisfaction.

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