You see, my friend. Tonight, the thing grows bold, gathers strength from the storm and from the dead souls eaten.
12 seconds sound clip from the The Fall of the House of Usher (Escape) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:22:20 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- We had no glimpse of the moon or stars...
- No! No, you must not look at this! Here, I shall close this window and pull these curtains.
- And now, candlelight. Such darkness is the very mother of evil fear.
- There. Now, come. Sit here. Suppose I read aloud from some book or another.
- I presume it matters little which... Ah. Here. Here is a volume of the 'Mad Trist' by Canning.
- As you said, it matters little.
[...]