Episode 087 12/25 - The Case of Charles Dexter Ward - H. P. Lovecraft
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Brilliant young scholar Charles Ward develops an obsessive fascination with the occult secrets encoded in his ancestor's documents. He becomes a recluse, consumed night and day with decrypting the archaic texts, desperately seeking the ancient rites they describe.
When Ward comes of age, he embarks on a sinister journey across Europe to consult with other occult devotees and track down the ultimate occults truths. He travels to London, Paris, Prague, Vienna, Transylvania - anywhere rumors point to forgotten lore.
But this epic quest leads him down a chilling path - each secret uncovered brings him closer to enacted dreadful rituals. After visiting a secluded castle, Ward disappears into the Romanian woods to conduct a mysterious ceremony.
When he returns, it becomes clear the ritual's consequences are disturbing beyond comprehension. Now possessed by his ancestor's spirit after unlocking cosmic secrets no mortal should access, Ward is utterly transformed into an inhuman passenger in his own body dedicated to unfathomable evil.
This chapter chillingly documents how the darkest of forbidden knowedge can fracture minds and souls. Even extensive travels to access such wisdom cannot prepare one for the dire costs...
đ°ïž Timestamps:
00:00 - Part 3 - Chapter 4
00:22 - Visit from Dr. Wilett
02:46 - Proof of Studies
05:49 - Dr. Wilett's Opinion
07:08 - To Europe!
10:47 - Back to Providence
Other Chapters:
Episode 1 - Part 1 - Chapter 1 - https://youtu.be/Qp_ryaAghQE
Episode 2 - Part 1 - Chapter 2 - https://youtu.be/6n2TI_FtBvg
Episode 3 - Part 2 - Chapter 1 - https://youtu.be/8QrYSKlC1lY
Episode 4 - Part 2 - Chapter 2 - https://youtu.be/loHAgXqP270
Episode 5 - Part 2 - Chapter 3 - https://youtu.be/BvQEyKQ-bKM
Episode 6 - Part 2 - Chapter 4 - https://youtu.be/YOvaPbJtNTk
Episode 7 - Part 2 - Chapter 5 - https://youtu.be/2tqImSyblzU
Episode 8 - Part 2 - Chapter 6 - https://youtu.be/G243RDHtjZg
Episode 9 - Part 3 - Chapter 1 - https://youtu.be/3hZ703RbG7g
Episode 10 - Part 3 - Chapter 2 - https://youtu.be/FF9bTvB_CQE
Episode 11 - Part 3 - Chapter 3 - https://youtu.be/j_l3CxCW2RE
Episode 12 - Part 3 - Chapter 4 - https://youtu.be/kLDPqWij8v8
Episode 13 - Part 3 - Chapter 5 - https://youtu.be/m3EJZcJWuY4
Episode 14 - Part 3 - Chapter 6 - https://youtu.be/Vq6wM6xL-NM
Episode 15 - Part 4 - Chapter 1 - https://youtu.be/nSSOYGe_9tk
Episode 16 - Part 4 - Chapter 2 - https://youtu.be/IwUfgCbYX3U
Episode 17 - Part 4 - Chapter 3 - https://youtu.be/tdoebRrxmHU
Episode 18 - Part 4 - Chapter 4 - https://youtu.be/FaAFHReiIaA
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Episode 21 - Part 5 - Chapter 3 -
Episode 22 - Part 5 - Chapter 4 -
Episode 23 - Part 5 - Chapter 5 -
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The Case of Charles Dexter Ward By H. P. Lovecraft Part 3 A âSearch and an Evocation Chapter â4. It was toward May when Dr. Willett, at theÂ
request of the senior Ward, and fortified with all the Curwen data which the family hadÂ
gleaned from Charles in his non-secretive days, talked with the young man. The interviewÂ
was of little value or conclusiveness, for Willett felt at every moment that CharlesÂ
was thoroughly master of himself and in touch with matters of real importance; but it at least
Â
forced the secretive youth to offer some rational explanation of his recent demeanour. Of a pallid,Â
impassive type not easily shewing embarrassment, Ward seemed quite ready to discuss his pursuits,Â
though not to reveal their object. He stated that the papers of his ancestor had contained someÂ
remarkable secrets of early scientific knowledge, for the most part in cipher, of an apparent scopeÂ
comparable only to the discoveries of Friar Bacon and perhaps surpassing even those. They were,Â
how
ever, meaningless except when correlated with a body of learning now wholly obsolete; so thatÂ
their immediate presentation to a world equipped only with modern science would rob them of allÂ
impressiveness and dramatic significance. To take their vivid place in the history of human thoughtÂ
they must first be correlated by one familiar with the background out of which they evolved, and toÂ
this task of correlation Ward was now devoting himself. He was seeking to acquire as fast asÂ
possible tho
se neglected arts of old which a true interpreter of the Curwen data must possess,Â
and hoped in time to make a full announcement and presentation of the utmost interest toÂ
mankind and to the world of thought. Not even Einstein, he declared, could more profoundlyÂ
revolutionise the current conception of things. As to his graveyard search, whose object he freelyÂ
admitted, but the details of whose progress he did not relate, he said he had reason to think thatÂ
Joseph Curwenâs mutilated headston
e bore certain mystic symbolsâcarved from directions in his willÂ
and ignorantly spared by those who had effaced the nameâwhich were absolutely essential to theÂ
final solution of his cryptic system. Curwen, he believed, had wished to guard his secret withÂ
care; and had consequently distributed the data in an exceedingly curious fashion. When Dr. WillettÂ
asked to see the mystic documents, Ward displayed much reluctance and tried to put him off with suchÂ
things as photostatic copies of the Hut
chinson cipher and Orne formulae and diagrams; but finallyÂ
shewed him the exteriors of some of the real Curwen findsâthe âJournall and Notesâ, the cipherÂ
(title in cipher also), and the formula-filled message âTo Him Who Shal Come Afterââand let himÂ
glance inside such as were in obscure characters. He also opened the diary at a page carefullyÂ
selected for its innocuousness and gave Willett a glimpse of Curwenâs connected handwritingÂ
in English. The doctor noted very closely the crabbed and
complicated letters, and theÂ
general aura of the seventeenth century which clung round both penmanship and style despite theÂ
writerâs survival into the eighteenth century, and became quickly certain that the documentÂ
was genuine. The text itself was relatively trivial, and Willett recalled only a fragment:
âWedn. 16 Octr. 1754. My Sloope the Wakeful this Day putt in from London with XX newe Men pickâd upÂ
in ye Indies, Spaniards from Martineco and 2 Dutch Men from Surinam. Ye Dutch Men are li
ke to DesertÂ
from haveâg hearde Somewhat ill of these Ventures, but I will see to ye Inducing of them to Staye.Â
ffor Mr. Knight Dexter of ye Boy and Book 120 Pieces Camblets, 100 Pieces Assrtd. Cambleteens,Â
20 Pieces blue Duffles, 100 Pieces Shalloons, 50 Pieces Calamancoes, 300 Pieces each,Â
Shendsoy and Humhums. ffor Mr. Green at ye Elephant 50 Gallon Cyttles, 20 Warmâg Pannes,Â
15 Bake Cyttles, 10 pr. Smokeâg Tonges. ffor Mr. Perrigo 1 Sett of Awles, ffor Mr. Nightingale 50Â
Reames prime F
oolscap. Sayâd ye SABAOTH thrice last Nighte but None appearâd. I must heareÂ
more from Mr. H. in Transylvania, thoâ it is Harde reachâg him and exceeding strange he canÂ
not give me the Use of what he hath so well usâd these hundred yeares. Simon hath not Writ theseÂ
V. Weekes, but I expecte soon hearâg from him.â When upon reaching this point Dr. Willett turnedÂ
the leaf he was quickly checked by Ward, who almost snatched the book from his grasp. All thatÂ
the doctor had a chance to see on the
newly opened page was a brief pair of sentences; but these,Â
strangely enough, lingered tenaciously in his memory. They ran: âYe Verse from Liber-DamnatusÂ
beâg spoke V Roodmasses and IV Hallows-Eves, I am Hopeful ye Thing is breedâg Outside yeÂ
Spheres. It will drawe One who is to Come, if I can make sure he shal bee, and he shall thinkÂ
on Past thinges and look back throâ all ye yeares, against ye which I must have readyÂ
ye Saltes or That to make âem with.â Willett saw no more, but somehow t
his smallÂ
glimpse gave a new and vague terror to the painted features of Joseph Curwen which staredÂ
blandly down from the overmantel. Ever after that he entertained the odd fancyâwhich his medicalÂ
skill of course assured him was only a fancyâthat the eyes of the portrait had a sort of wish, ifÂ
not an actual tendency, to follow young Charles Ward as he moved about the room. He stoppedÂ
before leaving to study the picture closely, marvelling at its resemblance to Charles andÂ
memorising every
minute detail of the cryptical, colourless face, even down to a slight scar orÂ
pit in the smooth brow above the right eye. Cosmo Alexander, he decided, was a painter worthy ofÂ
the Scotland that produced Raeburn, and a teacher worthy of his illustrious pupil Gilbert Stuart.
Assured by the doctor that Charlesâs mental health was in no danger, but that on the other handÂ
he was engaged in researches which might prove of real importance, the Wards were more lenientÂ
than they might otherwise have
been when during the following June the youth made positive hisÂ
refusal to attend college. He had, he declared, studies of much more vital importance to pursue;Â
and intimated a wish to go abroad the following year in order to avail himself of certain sourcesÂ
of data not existing in America. The senior Ward, while denying this latter wish as absurd forÂ
a boy of only eighteen, acquiesced regarding the university; so that after a none tooÂ
brilliant graduation from the Moses Brown School there
ensued for Charles a three-yearÂ
period of intensive occult study and graveyard searching. He became recognised as an eccentric,Â
and dropped even more completely from the sight of his familyâs friends than he had been before;Â
keeping close to his work and only occasionally making trips to other cities to consult obscureÂ
records. Once he went south to talk with a strange old mixed race who dwelt in a swamp and aboutÂ
whom a newspaper had printed a curious article. Again he sought a small villa
ge in the AdirondacksÂ
whence reports of certain odd ceremonial practices had come. But still his parents forbade himÂ
the trip to the Old World which he desired. Coming of age in April, 1923, and havingÂ
previously inherited a small competence from his maternal grandfather, Ward determined at last toÂ
take the European trip hitherto denied him. Of his proposed itinerary he would say nothing save thatÂ
the needs of his studies would carry him to many places, but he promised to write his parents
fullyÂ
and faithfully. When they saw he could not be dissuaded, they ceased all opposition and helpedÂ
as best they could; so that in June the young man sailed for Liverpool with the farewell blessingsÂ
of his father and mother, who accompanied him to Boston and waved him out of sight from theÂ
White Star pier in Charlestown. Letters soon told of his safe arrival, and of his securingÂ
good quarters in Great Russell Street, London; where he proposed to stay, shunning all familyÂ
friends, till he
had exhausted the resources of the British Museum in a certain direction. OfÂ
his daily life he wrote but little, for there was little to write. Study and experiment consumed allÂ
his time, and he mentioned a laboratory which he had established in one of his rooms. That he saidÂ
nothing of antiquarian rambles in the glamorous old city with its luring skyline of ancientÂ
domes and steeples and its tangles of roads and alleys whose mystic convolutions and suddenÂ
vistas alternately beckon and surp
rise, was taken by his parents as a good index of the degree toÂ
which his new interests had engrossed his mind. In June, 1924, a brief note told of his departureÂ
for Paris, to which he had before made one or two flying trips for material in the BibliothĂšqueÂ
Nationale. For three months thereafter he sent only postal cards, giving an address in theÂ
Rue St. Jacques and referring to a special search among rare manuscripts in the libraryÂ
of an unnamed private collector. He avoided acquaintances,
and no tourists brought backÂ
reports of having seen him. Then came a silence, and in October the Wards received a picture cardÂ
from Prague, Czecho-Slovakia, stating that Charles was in that ancient town for the purpose ofÂ
conferring with a certain very aged man supposed to be the last living possessor of some veryÂ
curious mediaeval information. He gave an address in the Neustadt, and announced no move till theÂ
following January; when he dropped several cards from Vienna telling of his pass
age throughÂ
that city on the way toward a more easterly region whither one of his correspondents andÂ
fellow-delvers into the occult had invited him. The next card was from KlausenburgÂ
in Transylvania, and told of Wardâs progress toward his destination. He was going toÂ
visit a Baron Ferenczy, whose estate lay in the mountains east of Rakus; and was to be addressedÂ
at Rakus in the care of that nobleman. Another card from Rakus a week later, saying that hisÂ
hostâs carriage had met him and tha
t he was leaving the village for the mountains, was hisÂ
last message for a considerable time; indeed, he did not reply to his parentsâ frequent lettersÂ
until May, when he wrote to discourage the plan of his mother for a meeting in London, Paris, orÂ
Rome during the summer, when the elder Wards were planning to travel in Europe. His researches,Â
he said, were such that he could not leave his present quarters; while the situation of BaronÂ
Ferenczyâs castle did not favour visits. It was on a cra
g in the dark wooded mountains, andÂ
the region was so shunned by the country folk that normal people could not help feeling illÂ
at ease. Moreover, the Baron was not a person likely to appeal to correct and conservativeÂ
New England gentlefolk. His aspect and manners had idiosyncrasies, and his age was so great as toÂ
be disquieting. It would be better, Charles said, if his parents would wait for his return toÂ
Providence; which could scarcely be far distant. That return did not, however, take
place untilÂ
May, 1926, when after a few heralding cards the young wanderer quietly slipped into New YorkÂ
on the Homeric and traversed the long miles to Providence by motor-coach, eagerly drinkingÂ
in the green rolling hills, the fragrant, blossoming orchards, and the white steepled townsÂ
of vernal Connecticut; his first taste of ancient New England in nearly four years. When the coachÂ
crossed the Pawcatuck and entered Rhode Island amidst the faery goldenness of a late springÂ
afternoon his h
eart beat with quickened force, and the entry to Providence along Reservoir andÂ
Elmwood avenues was a breathless and wonderful thing despite the depths of forbidden lore toÂ
which he had delved. At the high square where Broad, Weybosset, and Empire Streets join,Â
he saw before and below him in the fire of sunset the pleasant, remembered housesÂ
and domes and steeples of the old town; and his head swam curiously as the vehicleÂ
rolled down to the terminal behind the Biltmore, bringing into view
the great dome and soft,Â
roof-pierced greenery of the ancient hill across the river, and the tall colonialÂ
spire of the First Baptist Church limned pink in the magic evening light against the freshÂ
springtime verdure of its precipitous background. Old Providence! It was this place and theÂ
mysterious forces of its long, continuous history which had brought him into being, andÂ
which had drawn him back toward marvels and secrets whose boundaries no prophet might fix.Â
Here lay the arcana, wond
rous or dreadful as the case might be, for which all his years of travelÂ
and application had been preparing him. A taxicab whirled him through Post Office Square withÂ
its glimpse of the river, the old Market House, and the head of the bay, and up the steepÂ
curved slope of Waterman Street to Prospect, where the vast gleaming dome and sunset-flushedÂ
Ionic columns of the Christian Science Church beckoned northward. Then eight squares past theÂ
fine old estates his childish eyes had known, and t
he quaint brick sidewalks so often troddenÂ
by his youthful feet. And at last the little white overtaken farmhouse on the right, on the leftÂ
the classic Adam porch and stately bayed facade of the great brick house where he was born. It wasÂ
twilight, and Charles Dexter Ward had come home.
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