cortho

Updated: June 8, 2025

Pluck an anemone, one of these many anemones which once was called the sorcerer's flower, and bore a part, perhaps, in this horrid ritual of fear; carry it to that stone which mimics the outline of a heathen altar, and once was called the sorcerer's altar; then, bending your knee, and raising your right hand to God, say, "Father which art in heaven, this lovely anemone, that once glorified the worship of fear, has travelled back into thy fold; this altar, which once reeked with bloody rites to Cortho, has long been rebaptized into thy holy service.

Thomas De Quincey - Autobiographical Sketches