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The
fact
that
we
survived
and
emerged
is
sufficient
proof
that
the
thing
did
take
a
wrong
gallery
whilst
we
providentially
hit
on
the
right
one
.
The
penguins
alone
could
not
have
saved
us
,
but
in
conjunction
with
the
mist
they
seem
to
have
done
so
.
Only
a
benign
fate
kept
the
curling
vapors
thick
enough
at
the
right
moment
,
for
they
were
constantly
shifting
and
threatening
to
vanish
.
Indeed
,
they
did
lift
for
a
second
just
before
we
emerged
from
the
nauseously
resculptured
tunnel
into
the
cave
;
so
that
we
actually
caught
one
first
and
only
half
glimpse
of
the
oncoming
entity
as
we
cast
a
final
,
desperately
fearful
glance
backward
before
dimming
the
torch
and
mixing
with
the
penguins
in
the
hope
of
dodging
pursuit
.
If
the
fate
which
screened
us
was
benign
,
that
which
gave
us
the
half
glimpse
was
infinitely
the
opposite
;
for
to
that
flash
of
semivision
can
be
traced
a
full
half
of
the
horror
which
has
ever
since
haunted
us
.
Our
exact
motive
in
looking
back
again
was
perhaps
no
more
than
the
immemorial
instinct
of
the
pursued
to
gauge
the
nature
and
course
of
its
pursuer
;
or
perhaps
it
was
an
automatic
attempt
to
answer
a
subconscious
question
raised
by
one
of
our
senses
.
In
the
midst
of
our
flight
,
with
all
our
faculties
centered
on
the
problem
of
escape
,
we
were
in
no
condition
to
observe
and
analyze
details
;
yet
even
so
,
our
latent
brain
cells
must
have
wondered
at
the
message
brought
them
by
our
nostrils
.
Afterward
we
realized
what
it
was
that
our
retreat
from
the
fetid
slime
coating
on
those
headless
obstructions
,
and
the
coincident
approach
of
the
pursuing
entity
,
had
not
brought
us
the
exchange
of
stenches
which
logic
called
for
.
In
the
neighborhood
of
the
prostrate
things
that
new
and
lately
unexplainable
fetor
had
been
wholly
dominant
;
but
by
this
time
it
ought
to
have
largely
given
place
to
the
nameless
stench
associated
with
those
others
.
This
it
had
not
done
--
for
instead
,
the
newer
and
less
bearable
smell
was
now
virtually
undiluted
,
and
growing
more
and
more
poisonously
insistent
each
second
.
So
we
glanced
back
simultaneously
,
it
would
appear
;
though
no
doubt
the
incipient
motion
of
one
prompted
the
imitation
of
the
other
.
As
we
did
so
we
flashed
both
torches
full
strength
at
the
momentarily
thinned
mist
;
either
from
sheer
primitive
anxiety
to
see
all
we
could
,
or
in
a
less
primitive
but
equally
unconscious
effort
to
dazzle
the
entity
before
we
dimmed
our
light
and
dodged
among
the
penguins
of
the
labyrinth
center
ahead
.
Unhappy
act
!
Not
Orpheus
himself
,
or
Lot
's
wife
,
paid
much
more
dearly
for
a
backward
glance
.
And
again
came
that
shocking
,
wide-ranged
piping
--
"
Tekeli-li
!
Tekeli-li
!
"
I
might
as
well
be
frank
--
even
if
I
can
not
bear
to
be
quite
direct
--
in
stating
what
we
saw
;
though
at
the
time
we
felt
that
it
was
not
to
be
admitted
even
to
each
other
.
The
words
reaching
the
reader
can
never
even
suggest
the
awfulness
of
the
sight
itself
.
It
crippled
our
consciousness
so
completely
that
I
wonder
we
had
the
residual
sense
to
dim
our
torches
as
planned
,
and
to
strike
the
right
tunnel
toward
the
dead
city
.
Instinct
alone
must
have
carried
us
through
--
perhaps
better
than
reason
could
have
done
;
though
if
that
was
what
saved
us
,
we
paid
a
high
price
.
Of
reason
we
certainly
had
little
enough
left
.
Danforth
was
totally
unstrung
,
and
the
first
thing
I
remember
of
the
rest
of
the
journey
was
hearing
him
lightheadedly
chant
an
hysterical
formula
in
which
I
alone
of
mankind
could
have
found
anything
but
insane
irrelevance
.
It
reverberated
in
falsetto
echoes
among
the
squawks
of
the
penguins
;
reverberated
through
the
vaultings
ahead
,
and
--
thank
God
--
through
the
now
empty
vaultings
behind
.
He
could
not
have
begun
it
at
once
--
else
we
would
not
have
been
alive
and
blindly
racing
.
I
shudder
to
think
of
what
a
shade
of
difference
in
his
nervous
reactions
might
have
brought
.
"
South
Station
Under
--
Washington
Under
--
Park
Street
Under
--
Kendall
--
Central
--
Harvard
--
"
The
poor
fellow
was
chanting
the
familiar
stations
of
the
Boston
--
Cambridge
tunnel
that
burrowed
through
our
peaceful
native
soil
thousands
of
miles
away
in
New
England
,
yet
to
me
the
ritual
had
neither
irrelevance
nor
home
feeling
.
It
had
only
horror
,
because
I
knew
unerringly
the
monstrous
,
nefandous
analogy
that
had
suggested
it
.
We
had
expected
,
upon
looking
back
,
to
see
a
terrible
and
incredible
moving
entity
if
the
mists
were
thin
enough
;
but
of
that
entity
we
had
formed
a
clear
idea
.
What
we
did
see
--
for
the
mists
were
indeed
all
too
malignly
thinned
--
was
something
altogether
different
,
and
immeasurably
more
hideous
and
detestable
.
It
was
the
utter
,
objective
embodiment
of
the
fantastic
novelist
's
"
thing
that
should
not
be
"
;
and
its
nearest
comprehensible
analogue
is
a
vast
,
onrushing
subway
train
as
one
sees
it
from
a
station
platform
--
the
great
black
front
looming
colossally
out
of
infinite
subterranean
distance
,
constellated
with
strangely
colored
lights
and
filling
the
prodigious
burrow
as
a
piston
fills
a
cylinder
.
But
we
were
not
on
a
station
platform
.
We
were
on
the
track
ahead
as
the
nightmare
,
plastic
column
of
fetid
black
iridescence
oozed
tightly
onward
through
its
fifteen-foot
sinus
,
gathering
unholy
speed
and
driving
before
it
a
spiral
,
rethickening
cloud
of
the
pallid
abyss-vapor
.
It
was
a
terrible
,
indescribable
thing
vaster
than
any
subway
train
--
a
shapeless
congeries
of
protoplasmic
bubbles
,
faintly
self-luminous
,
and
with
myriads
of
temporary
eyes
forming
and
unforming
as
pustules
of
greenish
light
all
over
the
tunnel-filling
front
that
bore
down
upon
us
,
crushing
the
frantic
penguins
and
slithering
over
the
glistening
floor
that
it
and
its
kind
had
swept
so
evilly
free
of
all
litter
.
Still
came
that
eldritch
,
mocking
cry
--
"
Tekeli-li
!
Tekeli-li
!
"
and
at
last
we
remembered
that
the
demoniac
Shoggoths
--
given
life
,
thought
,
and
plastic
organ
patterns
solely
by
the
Old
Ones
,
and
having
no
language
save
that
which
the
dot
groups
expressed
--
had
likewise
no
voice
save
the
imitated
accents
of
their
bygone
masters
.
