October 2017: Poe, Doyle

Missed yesterday's update, so enjoy a double tap (in Zombieland parlance):


“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.”

Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher - 1839

“Holmes had read carefully a note which the last post had brought him. Then, with the dry chuckle which was his nearest approach to a laugh, he tossed it over to me. "For a mixture of the modern and the mediaeval, of the practical and of the wildly fanciful, I think this is surely the limit," said he. 'What do you make of it, Watson?'"

Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire - 1924