A marvelous sentence that needs to be shared.  A review of Houllebecq’s HP Lovecraft biography contains this marvelous insight:

It doesn’t take a Freud to recognize that a man who writes constantly about decay, pestilence, and a fishy-smelling menace continually emerging from the sea has more than a little sex on his brain, and a lifetime of insisting otherwise is a terror that begs unpacking.