I look forward to visiting this square. It seems almoft a dream that I shall be in Providence again in a few weeks, for five wonderful days. The convention now has about 1,200 people attending. I look forward to ye unveiling of the Lovecraft bust as the Athenaeum, and I shall be conducting a poetic picnic at St. John's Churchyard, where we will dine on cheese and crackers and coffee ice cream while composing an acrostic sonnet in memory of Poe. Walking is difficult for me, so I won't be going on any of the tours, but I must haunt the wee copse beside the Shunned House, and I must stand before 10 Barnes Street. I have no interest in visiting Swan Point.
Whether lost within a crowd, or walking alone at night along the river near the Biltmore, where the convention will take place, will soothe me so. To be a Lovecraftian in Providence is to walk through an enchanted air. I will need some quiet time, alone, so as to commune with E'ch-Pi-El; but moftly I will be visiting with hundreds of Lovecraftians. Four or five of my publishers will have tables in the dealer's room, so I have a feeling my signing hand will be kept occupy'd. And then I shall return home and record, in story after story, the enchantment of Lovecraft's Providence.