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Shortly before his assassination in 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. told his constant alter ego and right-hand man, the Rev. Ralph Abernathy, "Ralph, whatever happens, keep the team together." Last week, his shoulders sagging and his voice an emotion-charged bass, Abernathy stood before King's tomb on Auburn Avenue in Atlanta and spoke to his fallen mentor: "I did what you asked. I tried to keep the team together. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for resigning this day. I'll see you in the morning...
...English and Hebrew on the memorial's floor, Brandt heard the cantor chant: "Let the Lord remember the souls of our brethren ... who were put to death, and who were killed and choked, and who were buried alive." As Brandt wordlessly moved to lay a wreath against the "Tomb of the Martyrs' Ashes," a look of anguish passed over his face. He stood for a moment in dramatic silence, his hands clasped in front...
...TOMB; AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS; THE LURKING FEAR; THE SHUTTERED ROOM by H.P. LOVECRAFT Ballantine Books. $.95 each...
...with sway-backed gambrel roofs that I dimly recognized as Providence, R.I. As I moved through the maze of twisting, whisper-haunted streets, I realized that I seemed to be inexplicably pulled to a preordained destination-the Swan Point Cemetery. There I was drawn in particular to one granite tomb, on which the human eye could discern under the fungoid moon these chiseled letters...
...beat the air around my face, and chittering hordes of toadlike things chortled in infandous rhythms of ululation in dissonances of extreme morbidity and cacodemonial ghastliness. As I somehow anticipated, the cowled figure, his face ever hidden, approached and tugged my pajama sleeve, pulling me toward the open Lovecraft tomb. Forgetting danger, cleanliness and reason, I ventured into the yawning Stygian recesses of the inner earth, down inclined passageways whose walls were coated with the detestable slimy niter of the earth's bow els. My whole being choked on the stinking confluence of incense fumes, and a cancerous terror...