I read Haïta the Shepherd on a whim. I've actually read some other Hastur stories years ago but I forgot pretty much everything so this was a nice way of going to the beginning again, especially since I'd missed this short story for some reason. I did enjoy the quasi-parable quality, but somehow I kept expecting the maiden to be someone/something more sinister, not Happiness. It's not even that I had what Cthulhu mythos at the back of my mind, she just felt kind of scary (which might be rather fitting if we were to start philosophising).