Letter to Clark Ashton Smith
From H. P. Lovecraft
Aug 30, 1927
Working slowly homeward via the quaintest towns I can find. Portsmouth yesterday, Newburyport today. It will cripple me financially, but it's worth it for this quaintness and antiquity forms the real fuel and pabulum of any imagination. Newburyport is exactly as it was in colonial times a study in colourful stagnation. At sunset today a marvellous silver mist rolled in from the sea, giving everything an antique and ethereal glamour.
Yr obt HPL
