There is deep pleasure in reading Lovecraft and the Lovecraft-derived stories by people like Clark Ashton Smith, Frank Belknap Long, and August Derleth.
I have been thinking all day about these two sentences from Derleth's story "The Dweller in Darkness", which strike me as particularly fine:
Who was the Blind Faceless One but Nyarlathotep? Certainly not Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat of a Thousand Young.
Certainly not!