For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.
H. P. Lovecraft (2016). “The Outsider, Pickman’s Model, The Rats in the Walls, The Silver Key”, p.10, H. P. Lovecraft
