Beware the Autumn People

I am reading Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes” and enjoying it in all its strangeness and disorientation.  Now I’ve come to something I can start to understand.  Mr. Halloway remembers an old religious tract:

“‘For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer.  For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.  Where do they come from?  The dust.  Where do they go?  The grave.  Does blood stir their veins?  No: the night wind.  What ticks in their head?  The worm.  What speaks from their mouth?  The toad.  What sees from their eye?  The snake.  What hears with their ear?  The abyss between the stars.  They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners.  They frenzy forth.  In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters.  The spider-web hears them, trembles–breaks.  Such are the autumn people.  Beware of them.'”



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