'...The feeling returned upon me which had oppressed me earlier in the evening, as I worked my way out of the crowded hall, namely, that there was an abnormal, a malign element in my surroundings. It was absurd, of course, yet increasingly the Spirit of Fear - fear of I know not quite what - whether a perception of something supernatural, or merely a heightened perception of the ever-present possibility of tragedy in mortal existence, of "the Thing-too-much" - seemed to haunt the whispering trees and dusky garden, to diffuse itself through the blue-purple abyss of the lake and mountains, and the clear, impassive, starlit night.'
from The Carissima by Lucas Malet (Phase Fourth, Chapter VI)
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