The King in Yellow

It could not be judged by any known standard, yet, although it was acknowledged that the supreme note of art had been struck in The King in Yellow, all felt that human nature could not bear the strain, nor thrive on words in which the essence of purest poison lurked. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King. He had felt the need of action, of a desperate physical struggle, of killing and crushing. A fourth was scented, followed, outflanked, his retreat towards the door cut off, and finally captured behind the stove.