The Great God Pan

The Great God Pan

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by Arthur Machen
     
 

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In Supernatural Horror in Literature, H. P. Lovecraft praised the story Great God Pan, saying: "No one could begin to describe the cumulative suspense and ultimate horror with which every paragraph abounds"; he added that "the sensitive reader" reaches the end with "an appreciative shudder." Arthur Machen had a substantial career

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In Supernatural Horror in Literature, H. P. Lovecraft praised the story Great God Pan, saying: "No one could begin to describe the cumulative suspense and ultimate horror with which every paragraph abounds"; he added that "the sensitive reader" reaches the end with "an appreciative shudder." Arthur Machen had a substantial career as a novelist and storyteller, but nothing he did in the course of a lifetime made the impact he made in 1890 with _The Great God Pan._ The tale literally caused a furor in London -- for it seemed to many readers to bring horror and prurient sexuality together in a way that echoed their moment, foreshadowing the decadence of our own.

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ISBN-13:
9781537269276
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
08/25/2016
Pages:
62

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Chapter four


THE HUMAN

The midday heat bakes the earth and makes me yawn. Eternity is long; gods have a lot of empty time.

But then my eyes pop open, for a girlish voice zigzags about my ears.

The voice lilts closer.

I push up onto an elbow and look around.

A human child comes through the grasses. The gnarled olive branches filter the sun to silver. Shadow hides her face as she stoops to pick red and yellow and black anemones.

I scamper behind a thick tree trunk. Is she alone? How can that be? A girl child of her tender age shouldn't go unattended. Artemis, my most beloved aunt, protects maidens, especially when they romp in forests and meadows. Nevertheless, the girl's parents are neglectful to let her stray alone.

This Part of Arcadia is sparsely populated. The only road runs from Argos, in the northeast, to ugly Sparta, in the central south. The difference between the two is like the difference between the sun and the moon. Which is she a child of?

I don't care for human adults, who scream when they see me.

But I like human children. I've watched them play, almost like goat kids. Nowhere near as nimble, though. On my two legs I can never run as fast as goats or climb with as much agility. But I can best any human at both.

I peek out from around the tree. The child talks to a flower.

She comes closer.

I pull my head out of sight. A long while passes. I scratch my rump against a low broken-off branch. A breeze shakes the narrow leaves, green-silver-green.

What is she doing?

I peek.

She rolls in the grass in full sunlight. Her hair picks up bits of stick and leaves. She's as blissful and free as some sort of cub.

I jump into view.

She gets toher feet, eyes instantly wet and bright, hands out to each side; at the first hint of evil, she'll take flight.

I sit on my haunches, thinking, Stay, child. Stay a while.

She bends at the waist just enough so that her face

comes forward slightly. Her small breasts press against her shift. She's older than I thought. "What are you?"

What, not who. She's taken me for a beast. She's an idiot, after all. The sharp points of my horns could pierce her soft belly like a knife through fresh cheese.

Her full face watches me, open, waiting.

And I see there is nothing dull in her eyes, nor any hint of superiority. Her purity deserves honesty. "A freak," I say.

She withdraws a step, blushing. She thinks I am embarrassed to be as I am. Silly girl. I am the delight of the gods.

"Do you mean me harm?" she asks.

"Never."

"Are you nasty like other hybrids?"

A nasty question. "Which hybrids do you speak of?"

"The centaurs," she says.

"Some centaurs are noble," I say.

"They're known for rape."

I shrug. "No, I'm not nasty."

Her arms lower slowly. She looks over her shoulder, then back at me. Her hands grip at the folds in her shift. And now I can see that she is a rare beauty.

I lift my nose and breathe deep. "You smell of thyme." A smell I favor; thyme honey is the best.

She touches her hair uncertainly and picks out debris. "Everything lives in these grasses."

"It's rash to roll here. You're lucky you aren't stinging from thistles."

"I checked first," she says. "None of these flowers or herbs is poisonous."

I grant her a small smile. "Who taught you so much about plants?"

"I learned on my own. I love the outdoors." She looks over her shoulder again.

"Are you expecting someone?" I ask.

She smiles shyly and shakes her head. "They don't know I took a walk. They forbid midday walks."

She could have said yes. She could have used a cloak of lies to protect herself. "And who are they?"

"My mother and sister and the servants. We stopped because of the heat, and Electra, she's my sister, she cried of thirst. Now they're napping."

"Did you cry?"

"I never cry."

I tilt my head. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Believe it or not, as you wish."

She's saucy. This time I hold in my smile. "I didn't mean to offend. Why would you refuse to cry?"

She hesitates. "Why should I answer you?"

"For the same reason I answer you."

She stands there silent.

I put both hands on my knees and rub my palms in circles. The knots of hair that form come off in clumps.

She picks one up. "Are you ill?"

I almost laugh. "Just molting."

She drops the clump and sucks in air. "Can you keep a secret? "

Why would this girl trust me so fast? I nod.

She looks at me hard. "I'm not my mother's daughter. Or, well, not her blood daughter. My real mother abandoned me at birth. So I have to be extra good to be loved. Before my sister was born, I didn't have to be so careful. But it's different now."

Her matter-of-factness steals my breath. A newborn abandoned by a mother--this is a story I know. Mothers can be cruel. After a moment, I ask in a quiet voice, "Why is this a secret?"

The girl shrugs.

"Do you know your real mother?" I ask.

"No."

I have to ask. "Do you know why she abandoned you?"

"She wasn't married."

"How do you know all this?"

"I overheard the servants, so I asked my mother."

"You asked her outright?"

"And why shouldn't I have?"

Meet the Author

Arthur Machen (1863 - 1947) was a Welsh author and mystic of the 1890s and early 20th century. He is best known for his influential supernatural, fantasy and horror fiction. His novella The Great God Pan has garnered a reputation as a classic of horror. Stephen King has called it "Maybe the best [horror story] in the English language". He is also well known for his leading role in creating the legend of the Angels of Mons.

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Great God Pan 3.5 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In this story it is what Machen DOES NOT tell that is so horrifying. Artist that he was... he left us to only imagine what she saw... brilliant writing and subtle deep horror.
MaGicAllyGeNuisJ More than 1 year ago
I bought this book because when I was reading After Sunset by Stephen King. I saw that this Author and this book was mention in his book.I could not find this book anywhere, I went to my favorite store in the world Barn N Noble, and they said we have to order it. But I didn't want them to order it. I wanted it right then and there. I went to Books a Million they had to order it. I went to Walden books they couldn't order it. I went to a little store here in town and they didn't have it. So that very same day I called back and they order it. It cost me 9.00 and some odd cent. N to be honest, what I thought when the lady handed to me is....So this is what I waited for, this is what I was bugging people about. LOL.But....The Great God Pan. WOW!! What can I say, it was well written very captivating, and its like it pulls you in chapter by chapter. It was also very odd book, but yet it was mind blowing and mind puzzling. The Great God Pan is about a women name Mary who was used as a experiment. In this experiment she got to see a world beyond our world.And in that world she met Pan who raped her and 9 months later she conceived a child name Helen.Helen moves to London and turns London upside down with her weird kinky sex by Pan. This book is extraordinary!!! Two thumbs up!!!! A MUST READ!!!!! I cant wait to read Book 2
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She walked in wearing a tank top and pant<_>ies
Anonymous 3 months ago
He sat on the couch, waiting for his stepsister.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The word "incoherent" frequently comes to mind.
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One of my favorite horror stories. Machen is superb.
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Amazing Horror novella about a girl and a god.
firsTraveler More than 1 year ago
Pan reads like one of H. P. Lovecraft's weaker stories. All the action takes pace off stage told mostly by third person observers. As for the god, well the Greeks certainly wouldn't recognize the effect.