Without getting into the immediate Eckhart context, that passage summons up a visceral fear: the re-use of a body part. Think the Hands of Orlac, or phantom eye (ex: this 2002 film). Plus there's the spooky, intrusive stare within.
This quotepair reminds me of that fine Blue Oyster Cult song about eyes:
Harvester of eyes, that's me
And I see all there is to see
When I look inside your head
Right up front to the back of your skull...
The Infocultish elite will also recall Videodrome (1983). Here's looking at you, Barry Convex.
If that day comes and say ... CitiGroup isn't sitting on a mountain of wealth, we suddenly come face-to-face with The Walking Dead.
Then some HPL class:
[Y]ou can basically imagine the "Fed discount window" as some Lovecraftian Taco Bell drive-thru where Jamie Dimon waves a toxically-tranched derivative burrito at the cashier and is given billions of dollars in return.
There's also a cute, non horror, but pulpy bit about ransom notes.
Another Facebook->death story has been spotted by Snopes. The conceit is that a father writes a vile (if undescribed) message on his daughter's Facebook page, probably on her wall. In reply, perhaps because of the lack of a "dislike" button, she kills herself.
The lure was a purported devastating message a father had left on his daughter's Facebook wall which prompted her to commit suicide. Sometimes the story was fleshed out with claims that the girl had taken her life on Christmas Eve, or that she'd just returned from basketball tryouts when she read the horrifying missive. It was typically accompanied by a photograph of a rather fetching girl in a pink top looking back over her shoulder and smiling, or a headshot of some other pretty girl.
So far, so classic fearsome internet: family relations soured or revealed to be monstrous; death; technology of choice.
But Snopes goes on to point out more awfulness: the story was used as a scam to coax people out of their login info.
Among Africa’s elites, hostility is almost uniform. Jean Rouch, a champion of indigenous art in Niger, has compared Nollywood to the AIDS virus.
Fear of the occult:
Cultural critics complain about “macabre scenes full of sorcery” in the films. The more alarmist describe Nigerian directors and producers as voodoo priests casting malign spells over audiences in other countries...
More occult and horror:
African elites sneer at the frequent displays of witchcraft in Nigerian films. Traditional curses are imposed, spirits wander, juju blood flows. The tribulations of modern life are often shown to be the result of shadowy machinations. Murder and the occult are never far from the surface. “It is the Nollywood equivalent of the Hollywood horror movie,” says Ms Isong, the producer.
Beyond religious fear, there's also a political angle:
Five decades after much of Africa gained independence, its elites fear being re-colonised, this time from within the continent. “The Nigerians will eat everything we have,” says a former official at the Ghanaian ministry of chieftaincy and culture.
And the now-familiar language of addiction:
Many Nigerians still remember the first time they saw “Living in Bondage”. Odion, a drug addict with a toothless smirk on a street corner in central Lagos, says, “All of us kids at the time, even the under-tens, watched it and we just had to have more. I tell you, I tried many things since then. None is as addictive.”
Not to mention links to unrelated crime:
“Films are made on the run, sometimes literally,” says Emem Isong, one of Nigeria’s few female producers, during a shoot. “Some of the guys are hiding from the police.”
There's also copyright fear:
Pirate gangs were probably Nollywood’s first exporters. They knew how to cross tricky borders and distribute goods across a disparate continent where vast tracts of land are inaccessible...The pirates created the pan-African market Mr Akudinobi now feeds.
A huge amount of stuff is going on here - race, postcolonialism, industrial imitation, video history - but I wanted to isolate the fear element, for now.