I don't.
Here's a sample of Lovecraft's imperishable prose, from his story "The Call of Cthulhu."
Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises heard by Legrasse's men as they ploughed on through the black morass toward the red glare and muffled tom-toms. There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other. Animal fury and orgiastic license here whipped themselves to daemoniac heights by howls and squawking ecstasies that tore and reverberated through those nighted woods like pestilential tempests from the gulfs of hell. Now and then the less organized ululation would cease, and from what seemed a well-drilled chorus of hoarse voices would rise in sing-song chant that hideous phrase or ritual: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."Now come on. I'm not that bad, am I?
Just for the fun of it, I pasted in a couple of paragraphs of the eulogy I wrote for my Dad. I was told I write like Stephen King. Then, I pasted in the whole thing, only to be told I write like Kurt Vonnegut.
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