Lovecraft spent a short while living in NYC, thinking that it would be an inspirational atmosphere and one in which he could focus on his artistic endeavors. He turned out to be dead wrong--he found the place depressing, lonely, oppressive, and "dead," and he was miserable until he returned to his native Providence, RI.
If there is one thing I have learned at school it is that I am not cut out for city life.
Edit: Also, Lovecraft always seems to name the cats in his stories some variation of the word "nigger" for whatever reason. This is not something I share with him.
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