Name: Celephaïs (1920)、H.P.ラヴクラフトの夢のサイクルの第5話、オーディオブック未収録 (Celephaïs (1920), 5th Story in The Dream Cycle of H. P. Lovecraft, Audiobook unabridged)
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In a dream Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the seacoast beyond,

and the snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out

of the harbour toward distant regions where the sea meets

In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes,

for when awake he was called by another name. Perhaps it was natural for him to dream a

new name; for he was the last of his family,

and alone among the indifferent millions of London,

so there were not many to speak to him and to remind him who

His money and lands were gone, and he did not care for the ways of the people

about him, but preferred to dream and write of his dreams.

What he wrote was laughed at by those to whom he showed it,

so that after a time he kept his writings to himself,

and finally ceased to write. The more he withdrew from the world about

him, the more wonderful became his dreams;

and it would have been quite futile to try to describe them on

Kuranes was not modern, and did not think like others who wrote.

Whilst they strove to strip from life its embroidered robes of

myth and to show in naked ugliness the foul thing that is

reality, Kuranes sought for beauty alone.

When truth and experience failed to reveal it,

he sought it in fancy and illusion, and found it on his very doorstep,

amid the nebulous memories of childhood tales and dreams.

There are not many persons who know what wonders are

opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth;

for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts,

and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison

But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of

enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun,

of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities

and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white

horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back

through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was

Kuranes came very suddenly upon his old world of

He had been dreaming of the house where he had been born;

the great stone house covered with ivy, where thirteen generations of his ancestors

had lived, and where he had hoped to die.

It was moonlight, and he had stolen out into the fragrant summer

down the terraces, past the great oaks of the park,

and along the long white road to the village.

The village seemed very old, eaten away at the edge like the moon which

and Kuranes wondered whether the peaked roofs of the small

In the streets were spears of long grass, and the window-panes on either side broken

Kuranes had not lingered, but had plodded on as though summoned toward

He dared not disobey the summons for fear it might prove an

illusion like the urges and aspirations of waking life,

Then he had been drawn down a lane that led off from the

village street toward the channel cliffs, and had come to the end of things to the precipice

and the abyss where all the village and all the world

fell abruptly into the unechoing emptiness of infinity,

and where even the sky ahead was empty and unlit by the

Faith had urged him on, over the precipice and into the gulf,

faintly glowing spheres that may have been partly dreamed

dreams, and laughing winged things that seemed to

Then a rift seemed to open in the darkness before him,

and he saw the city of the valley, glistening radiantly far,

far below, with a background of sea and sky,

and a snowcapped mountain near the shore. Kuranes had awakened the very moment he beheld

the city, yet he knew from his brief glance that it

in the Valley of Ooth-Nargai beyond the Tanarian Hills where

his spirit had dwelt all the eternity of an hour one summer

afternoon very long ago, when he had slipt away from his nurse and

let the warm sea-breeze lull him to sleep as he watched

the clouds from the cliff near the village.

He had protested then, when they had found him,

for just as he was aroused he had been about to sail in a

golden galley for those alluring regions where the sea meets

And now he was equally resentful of awaking, for he had found his fabulous city after forty

weary years. But three nights afterward Kuranes came again

As before, he dreamed first of the village that was asleep

or dead, and of the abyss down which one must float

and he beheld the glittering minarets of the city,

and saw the graceful galleys riding at anchor in the blue

harbour, and watched the gingko trees of Mount Aran

But this time he was not snatched away, and like a winged being settled gradually

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Celephaïs (1920)、H.P.ラヴクラフトの夢のサイクルの第5話、オーディオブック未収録 (Celephaïs (1920), 5th Story in The Dream Cycle of H. P. Lovecraft, Audiobook unabridged)

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