Mary Shelley

I carried pistols and a dagger, and gained some tranquillity

he suffered under immediate grief yet its gentle influence instead of calling feelings otherwise dormant into action, seemed only to veil that which otherwise would have been too dazzling for me.

Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm. Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of this decay and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and charnel-houses.

Виланде» Брокдена Брауна действительно ужасен, и Страж Порога из «Занони» Бульвер-Литтона леденит кровь