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  Memory
   
  byH. P.Lovecraft
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  1919
   
  In thevalleyofNisthe accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns
  through the lethal foliage
  ofa greatupas -tree. And within the depths of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not
  meant to be beheld. Rank is
  theherbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones of ruined palaces,
  twining tightly about
  brokencolumns and strange monoliths, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And in
  trees that grow gigantic
  in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents
  and scaly things without a
  name. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from
  which they fell. For all
  timedid their builders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the grey toad
  makes his habitation.
   
  At the very bottom of the valley lies the riverThan , whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From
  hidden springs it rises, and
  tosubterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor
  whither they are bound.
   
  The Genie that haunts the moonbeamsspake to the Daemon of the Valley, saying, "I am old, and forget
  much. Tell me the deeds
  andaspect and name of them who built these things of Stone." And the Daemon replied, "I am Memory,
  and am wise in lore of the
  past, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the riverThan , not to be understood. Their
  deeds I recall not, for they
  werebut of the moment. Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their
  name I recall clearly, for
  itrhymed with that of the river. These beings of yesterday were calledMan."
   
  So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree
  
  that grew in a crumbling
  courtyard.
  
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