Upon a certain gladsome occasion a certain man went into a certain restaurant in a certain large city, being imbued with the idea that he desired a certain kind of food. Expense was with him no object. The coming of the holidays had turned his thoughts backward to the care-free days of boyhood and he longed for the holidaying provender of his youth with a longing that was as wide as a river and as deep as a well.
Upon a certain gladsome occasion a certain man went into a certain restaurant in a certain large city, being imbued with the idea that he desired a ce...
Irvin S. Cobb, H. P. Lovecraft, Washington Irving, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Edgar Allan Poe, William Hope Hodgson, Charles Dickens, and Ambrose Bierce. With a line-up like that, is there any doubt this will be the best Classic Horror book you read this year? Come on in, and rediscover why these are the Masters of Horror
Irvin S. Cobb, H. P. Lovecraft, Washington Irving, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Edgar Allan Poe, William Hope Hodgson, Charles Dickens, and Ambrose Bierce...
During his lifetime Irvin S. Cobb was one of the most celebrated writers in American literature, though nowadays he is almost forgotten, apart perhaps from his Lovecraft connection. Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb was born in Paducah, Kentucky on the 23rd June, 1876. His father, unable to cope with the death of his own father, succumbed to alcoholism when Cobb was only sixteen. As a result, Cobb's education came to an end and he started work, first on the Paducah Daily News, then the Louisville Evening Post. By 1904 Cobb's career in journalism was doing so well that he moved to New York, where he would...
During his lifetime Irvin S. Cobb was one of the most celebrated writers in American literature, though nowadays he is almost forgotten, apart perhaps...
We passed through it late in the afternoon-this little Belgian town called Montignies St. Christophe-just twenty-four hours behind a dust- colored German column. I am going to try now to tell how it looked to us. I am inclined to think I passed this way a year before, or a little less, though I cannot be quite certain as to that. Traveling 'cross country, the country is likely to look different from the way it looked when you viewed it from the window of a railroad carriage.
We passed through it late in the afternoon-this little Belgian town called Montignies St. Christophe-just twenty-four hours behind a dust- colored Ger...