Thursday, December 12, 2013

Galloping Hessian Of The Hollow

But if there was a pleasure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimney corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire, and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window! How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path! How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings! 

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Anonymous said...

When I die, I want to come back as the Headless Horseman, and ride my horse down the highway at morning rush hour.

I saw some gifs of your favorite actress on that site too. :D

I also saw some pics of my all time crush, Christina Ricci.

Sara said...

Well I've been diggin' the show on Fox. It's kinda lame, kinda over the top but I LOVE how they explain everything. Every episode.

....Ok, ok, and Tom Mison isn't bad either. My husband fell in love with middle English that was used a few episodes back.See? Something for everyone.

That Irving story is the very first story my husband read out loud to me over the phone when we were internet courting(which I realize is soooo 21st century). It has a special place in my heart.<3