As I sat deciphering the execrable French, I felt more lenient toward the old man. He was a victim of physical and nervous suffering, as was I; and my metaphysical studies had taught me kindness. In the silence there came a slight sound from the windowthe shutter must have rattled in the night wind, and for some reason I started almost as violently as did Erich Zann.
So when I had finished reading, I shook my host by the hand, and departed as a friend. The next day Blandot gave me a more expensive room on the third floor, between the apartments of an aged money-lender and the room of a respectable upholsterer. There was no one on the fourth floor. It was not long before I found that Zanns eagerness for my company was not as great as it had seemed while he was persuading me to move down from the fifth story. He did not ask me to call on him, and when I did call he appeared uneasy and played listlessly.
This was always at nightin the day he slept and would admit no one. My liking for him did not grow, though the attic room and the weird music seemed to hold an odd fascination for me.
I had a curious desire to look out of that window, over the wall and down the unseen slope at the glittering roofs and spires which must lie outspread there. Once I went up to the garret during theater hours, when Zann was away, but the door was locked.
What I did succeed in doing was to overhear the nocturnal playing of the dumb old man. At first I would tip-toe up to my old fifth floor, then I grew bold enough to climb the last creaking staircase to the peaked garret.
There in the narrow hall, outside the bolted door with the covered keyhole, I often heard sounds which filled me with an indefinable dreadthe dread of vague wonder and brooding mystery. It was not that the sounds were hideous, for they were not; but that they held vibrations suggesting nothing on this globe of earth, and that at certain intervals they assumed a symphonic quality which I could hardly conceive as produced by one player.
Certainly, Erich Zann was a genius of wild power. As the weeks passed, the playing grew wilder, whilst the old musician acquired an increasing haggardness and furtiveness pitiful to behold. He now refused to admit me at any time, and shunned me whenever we met on the stairs. Then one night as I listened at the door, I heard the shrieking viol swell into a Various - Zanns Music babel of sound; a pandemonium which would have led me to doubt my own shaking sanity had there not come from behind that barred portal a piteous proof that the horror was realthe awful, inarticulate cry which only a mute can utter, and which rises only in moments of the most terrible fear or anguish.
I knocked repeatedly at the door, but received no response. Afterward I waited in the black hallway, shivering with cold and fear, till I heard the poor musicians feeble effort to rise from the floor by the aid of a chair. Believing him just conscious after a fainting fit, I renewed my rapping, at the same time calling out my name reassuringly. I heard Zann stumble to the window and close both shutter and sash, then stumble to the door, which he falteringly unfastened to admit me. This time his delight at having me present was real; for his distorted face gleamed with relief while he clutched at my coat as a child clutches at its mothers skirts.
Shaking pathetically, the old man forced me into a chair whilst he sank into another, beside which his viol and bow lay carelessly on the floor. He sat for some time inactive, nodding oddly, but having a paradoxical suggestion of intense and frightened listening.
Subsequently he seemed to be satisfied, and crossing to a chair by the table wrote a brief note, handed it to me, and returned to the table, where he began to write rapidly and incessantly. The note implored me in the name of mercy, and for the sake of my own curiosity, to wait where I was while he prepared a full account in German of all the marvels and terrors which beset him. I waited, and the dumb mans pencil flew.
It was perhaps an hour later, while I still waited and while the old musicians feverishly written sheets still continued to pile up, that I saw Zann start as from the hint of a horrible shock.
Unmistakably he was looking at the curtained window and listening shudderingly. Then I half fancied I heard a sound myself; though it was not a horrible sound, but rather an exquisitely low and infinitely distant musical note, suggesting a player in one of the neighboring houses, or in some abode beyond the lofty wall over which I had never been able to look.
Upon Zann the effect was terrible, for, dropping his pencil, suddenly he rose, seized his viol, and commenced to rend the night with the wildest playing I had ever heard from his bow save when listening at the barred door.
It would be useless to describe the playing of Erich Zann on that dreadful night. It was more horrible than anything I had ever overheard, because I could now see the expression of his face, and could realize that this time the motive was stark fear.
He was trying to make a noise; to ward something off or drown something outwhat, I could not imagine, awesome though I felt it must be. The playing grew fantastic, dehnous, and hysterical, yet kept to the last the qualities of supreme genius which I knew this strange old man possessed.
I recognized the airit was a wild Hungarian dance popular Miljoonasade - Lapsuuden Sankarille (Russian Language Version) the theaters, and I reflected for a moment that this was the first time I had ever heard Zann play the work of another composer.
Louder and louder, wilder and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of that desperate viol. The player was dripping with an Western Wall - Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris - Western Wall - The Tucson Sessions perspiration and twisted like a monkey, always looking frantically Middle Of The Riddle - Alphaville - The Breathtaking Blue the curtained window.
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And then I thought I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a calm, deliberate, purposeful, mocking note from far away in the West.
At this juncture the shutter began to rattle in a howling night wind which had sprung up outside as if in answer to the Baby Dont Go - The Lollipop Shoppe - Just Colour playing within.
Zanns screaming viol now outdid itself emitting sounds I had never thought a viol could emit. Each dwarf carried with them a shining great axe, held out before them at attention. They processed in a line Fountain Sculpture - Peter Cusack - Baikal Ice (Spring 2003) Gimli at their head, and when he stopped and turned, the others formed a circle, facing inwards.
As one, they placed their axes on the ground, handle towards themselves, and stood. They bowed, faces up towards each other and hands fisted at their hips, and with that signal, the music began to play, a melody on their two-toned dwarven horn.
Left, they leapt, landing on the beat only to spring back, their skirts swinging wildly with their movements. Every beat was a new leap, left or right, or up with a flourish as they tapped their heels beneath them.
This is one of the few dances that still survive. It was true. In the middle of them all, Gimli glittered, shining bright like a flame. One particularly high leap, and the wool skirt spun out, and Legolas saw, just for a fraction of a moment, a glimpse of pale thigh—and all at once the spark of his ardor was rekindled, and Legolas let out a breath Ciceros Brahms Symphony - Eugen Cicero Trio - Romantic Cine Jazz a blow to the gut.
Legolas leaned forward, not quite aware of how he was moving, stopping only when the music came to a sudden halt, leaving the dancers frozen in place, their right hands lifted at last above their heads. As one they turned, and bowed Various - Zanns Music their king.
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He was glad for his sporran, and the sins it was currently hiding. The other dancers were gathered around, jostling each other with easy familiarity. They settled easily enough however when Thranduil stood to speak, and Gimli watched Legolas stand in preparation.
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They were all of them barefoot, though three of their number wore chains with bells on their ankles. Dressed little they might have been, but unadorned they were not. They did not wear the gems and chains of the dwarves, but they glittered all the same, dusted with a sparkling shimmer. Gold dust, perhaps? Several wore ribbon on the arms, wrapped around the wrists to their elbows.
Lovecraft considered "The Music of Erich Zann" one of his best stories, in part because it avoided the overexplicitness that he saw as a major flaw in some of his other work. Lovecraft Encyclopedia notes that it "might, however, be said that HPL erred on the side of under explicitness in the very nebulous horror to be seen through Zann's garret window. The story was frequently anthologized even during Lovecraft's lifetime, including in Dashiell Hammett 's collection Creeps by Night.
A comic book adaption exists, released in by Caliber Press. It apparently incorporates vistas and creatures described in The Dreams in the Witch House in the story including the eponymous Erich Zann encountering Nyarlathotep in flashbacks. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This article's lead section does not adequately summarize key points of its contents.
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