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Two
Lascar
sailors
at
once
helped
him
to
his
feet
,
but
before
the
ambulance
could
reach
him
he
was
dead
.
Physicians
found
no
adequate
cause
for
the
end
,
and
laid
it
to
heart
trouble
and
a
weakened
constitution
.
I
now
felt
gnawing
at
my
vitals
that
dark
terror
which
will
never
leave
me
till
I
,
too
,
am
at
rest
;
"
accidentally
"
or
otherwise
.
Persuading
the
widow
that
my
connexion
with
her
husband
's
"
technical
matters
"
was
sufficient
to
entitle
me
to
his
manuscript
,
I
bore
the
document
away
and
began
to
read
it
on
the
London
boat
.
It
was
a
simple
,
rambling
thing
--
a
naive
sailor
's
effort
at
a
post-facto
diary
--
and
strove
to
recall
day
by
day
that
last
awful
voyage
.
I
can
not
attempt
to
transcribe
it
verbatim
in
all
its
cloudiness
and
redundance
,
but
I
will
tell
its
gist
enough
to
shew
why
the
sound
of
the
water
against
the
vessel
's
sides
became
so
unendurable
to
me
that
I
stopped
my
ears
with
cotton
.
Johansen
,
thank
God
,
did
not
know
quite
all
,
even
though
he
saw
the
city
and
the
Thing
,
but
I
shall
never
sleep
calmly
again
when
I
think
of
the
horrors
that
lurk
ceaselessly
behind
life
in
time
and
in
space
,
and
of
those
unhallowed
blasphemies
from
elder
stars
which
dream
beneath
the
sea
,
known
and
favoured
by
a
nightmare
cult
ready
and
eager
to
loose
them
on
the
world
whenever
another
earthquake
shall
heave
their
monstrous
stone
city
again
to
the
sun
and
air
.
Johansen
's
voyage
had
begun
just
as
he
told
it
to
the
vice-admiralty
.
The
Emma
,
in
ballast
,
had
cleared
Auckland
on
February
20th
,
and
had
felt
the
full
force
of
that
earthquake-born
tempest
which
must
have
heaved
up
from
the
sea-bottom
the
horrors
that
filled
men
's
dreams
.
Once
more
under
control
,
the
ship
was
making
good
progress
when
held
up
by
the
Alert
on
March
22nd
,
and
I
could
feel
the
mate
's
regret
as
he
wrote
of
her
bombardment
and
sinking
.
Of
the
swarthy
cult-fiends
on
the
Alert
he
speaks
with
significant
horror
.
There
was
some
peculiarly
abominable
quality
about
them
which
made
their
destruction
seem
almost
a
duty
,
and
Johansen
shews
ingenuous
wonder
at
the
charge
of
ruthlessness
brought
against
his
party
during
the
proceedings
of
the
court
of
inquiry
.
Then
,
driven
ahead
by
curiosity
in
their
captured
yacht
under
Johansen
's
command
,
the
men
sight
a
great
stone
pillar
sticking
out
of
the
sea
,
and
in
S.
Latitude
47
◦
9
0
,
W.
Longitude
126
◦
430
come
upon
a
coast-line
of
mingled
mud
,
ooze
,
and
weedy
Cyclopean
masonry
which
can
be
nothing
less
than
the
tangible
substance
of
earth
's
supreme
terror
--
the
nightmare
corpse-city
of
R'lyeh
,
that
was
built
in
measureless
aeons
behind
history
by
the
vast
,
loathsome
shapes
that
seeped
down
from
the
dark
stars
.
There
lay
great
Cthulhu
and
his
hordes
,
hidden
in
green
slimy
vaults
and
sending
out
at
last
,
after
cycles
incalculable
,
the
thoughts
that
spread
fear
to
the
dreams
of
the
sensitive
and
called
imperiously
to
the
faithful
to
come
on
a
pilgrimage
of
liberation
and
restoration
.
All
this
Johansen
did
not
suspect
,
but
God
knows
he
soon
saw
enough
!
I
suppose
that
only
a
single
mountain-top
,
the
hideous
monolith-crowned
citadel
whereon
great
Cthulhu
was
buried
,
actually
emerged
from
the
waters
.
When
I
think
of
the
extent
of
all
that
may
be
brooding
down
there
I
almost
wish
to
kill
myself
forthwith
.
Johansen
and
his
men
were
awed
by
the
cosmic
majesty
of
this
dripping
Babylon
of
elder
daemons
,
and
must
have
guessed
without
guidance
that
it
was
nothing
of
this
or
of
any
sane
planet
.
Awe
at
the
unbelievable
size
of
the
greenish
stone
blocks
,
at
the
dizzying
height
of
the
great
carven
monolith
,
and
at
the
stupefying
identity
of
the
colossal
statues
and
bas-reliefs
with
the
queer
image
found
in
the
shrine
on
the
Alert
,
is
poignantly
visible
in
every
line
of
the
mate
's
frightened
description
.
Without
knowing
what
futurism
is
like
,
Johansen
achieved
something
very
close
to
it
when
he
spoke
of
the
city
;
for
instead
of
describing
any
definite
structure
or
building
,
he
dwells
only
on
broad
impressions
of
vast
angles
and
stone
surfaces
--
surfaces
too
great
to
belong
to
any
thing
right
or
proper
for
this
earth
,
and
impious
with
horrible
images
and
hieroglyphs
.
I
mention
his
talk
about
angles
because
it
suggests
something
Wilcox
had
told
me
of
his
awful
dreams
.
He
said
that
the
geometry
of
the
dream-place
he
saw
was
abnormal
,
non-Euclidean
,
and
loathsomely
redolent
of
spheres
and
dimensions
apart
from
ours
.
Now
an
unlettered
seaman
felt
the
same
thing
whilst
gazing
at
the
terrible
reality
.
Johansen
and
his
men
landed
at
a
sloping
mud-bank
on
this
monstrous
Acropolis
,
and
clambered
slipperily
up
over
titan
oozy
blocks
which
could
have
been
no
mortal
staircase
.
The
very
sun
of
heaven
seemed
distorted
when
viewed
through
the
polarising
miasma
welling
out
from
this
sea-soaked
perversion
,
and
twisted
menace
and
suspense
lurked
leeringly
in
those
crazily
elusive
angles
of
carven
rock
where
a
second
glance
shewed
concavity
after
the
first
shewed
convexity
.
Something
very
like
fright
had
come
over
all
the
explorers
before
anything
more
definite
than
rock
and
ooze
and
weed
was
seen
.
Each
would
have
fled
had
he
not
feared
the
scorn
of
the
others
,
and
it
was
only
half-heartedly
that
they
searched
--
vainly
,
as
it
proved
--
for
some
portable
souvenir
to
bear
away
.
It
was
Rodriguez
the
Portuguese
who
climbed
up
the
foot
of
the
monolith
and
shouted
of
what
he
had
found
.
The
rest
followed
him
,
and
looked
curiously
at
the
immense
carved
door
with
the
now
familiar
squid-dragon
bas-relief
.
It
was
,
Johansen
said
,
like
a
great
barn-door
;
and
they
all
felt
that
it
was
a
door
because
of
the
ornate
lintel
,
threshold
,
and
jambs
around
it
,
though
they
could
not
decide
whether
it
lay
flat
like
a
trap-door
or
slantwise
like
an
outside
cellar-door
.
As
Wilcox
would
have
said
,
the
geometry
of
the
place
was
all
wrong
.
One
could
not
be
sure
that
the
sea
and
the
ground
were
horizontal
,
hence
the
relative
position
of
everything
else
seemed
phantasmally
variable
.
