this is one of my favourite books. i re-read it quite often. it is a wonderful combination of comfort and discomfort: of meals, and beds in country inns, leisurely pursuits pursued by fuddled englishmen; and then they find the inside of dark corners where unspeakable horrors hide, where unmade beds whistle up into frightening formless forms, and many an academic that has one last glass before he succumbs to the madness; sometimes his simply saying simple words aloud damning him.
the fates, they swirl all around these stories. they remind you how quickly the world can turn on its head. also, holes have scary things inside them a lot of the time.