The Inmost Light

Sunday, March 28th, 2004

Yesterday I read The Inmost Light, a short story by Arthur Machen (1863-1947), and now I think I know what was in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.

He locked his door, and cut the strings, and unfolded the paper layer after layer, and came at last to a small wooden box, simply but solidly made. There was no lock, and Dyson had simply to raise the lid, and as he did so he drew a long breath and started back. The lamp seemed to glimmer feebly like a single candle, but the whole room blazed with light…

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