Picking up the old horror classics and working my way through them, I hope to find some real gems that do better than contemporaries. Of course, fiction is fiction and it always changes with time; all styles die. It had the feel of all good ghost stories, without actually being a ghost story. I had to compare it with similar titles, like Prometheus Unbound, or Dracula, and it just felt tired. 
 Not bad, just not very revealing or deep. It's a good book for a day you want to relax and flow into a story without much surprise, and yet, written well enough to be a classic. 
 Poor, much maligned Pan, the degradation s/he must endure in our modern, godless world; I pity thee.