First, a few notes:
* The fabulous melissagay and vaklam are also posting daily spookiness in honor of the forthcoming holiday, so I encourage you to check out their LJs.
* The November issue of REASON Magazine is now in bookstores, and it contains my review entitled "Exile Without An End: The first ethnic cleansing in American history."
A meme, gacked from several friends, that's just the right shade of morbid for this month:
The quote for today is from one of J.R.R. Tolkien's eeriest poems, "The Mewlips" from "The Adventures of Tom Bombadil."
The shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink,
And slow and softly rings their bell,
As in the slime you sink.
You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.
Beside the rotting river-strand
The drooping willows weep,
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep.
Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,
In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,
By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide,
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide....
from "The Mewlips" by J.R.R. Tolkien