It is not good to linger in such places after nightfall when the howes cast chill, ghostly shadows in the moonlight, and the silence seems to be full of sounds and presences that can be felt but cannot be heard or seen. In this place where the dead were laid to rest with strange rites for, maybe, a thousand years before Caesar came, the darkness wakes ancestral memories in the mind below the threshold of consciousness, and it is easier to wake them than to lull then back again to sleep.
Temple/Gytrash, 1925
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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