The Shout

‘Crossley, a big man of forty or fifty,had a queer, not unpleasant face. But I felt a little uncomfortable, sitting next to him in the scoring box, his black-whiskered hands so close to mine, I had no fear of physical violence, only the sense of being in the presence of a man of unusual force, even perhaps, it somehow came to me, of occult powers.’

— Robert Graves, ‘The Shout’, Collected Short Stories