Cthulhu, they call me. Great Cthulhu. Nobody can pronounce it right. Are you writing this down? Every word? Good. Where shall I start...mm? Very well, then. The beginning. Write this down, Whateley.
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We are gathered here together, in the front pages of this book, so that I may tell you, and myself, several matters concerning Edgar A. Poe, "Edgar, a poet to a T," as he once described himself, and the strange tales and poems by him that are here assembled.
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