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This
was
on
the
left-hand
wall
as
one
entered
the
room
.
The
right-hand
wall
was
no
less
thickly
inscribed
,
and
Willett
felt
a
start
of
recognition
when
he
came
up
the
pair
of
formulae
so
frequently
occurring
in
the
recent
notes
in
the
library
.
They
were
,
roughly
speaking
,
the
same
;
with
the
ancient
symbols
of
"
Dragon
's
Head
"
and
"
Dragon
's
Tail
"
heading
them
as
in
Ward
's
scribblings
.
But
the
spelling
differed
quite
widely
from
that
of
the
modern
versions
,
as
if
old
Curwen
had
had
a
different
way
of
recording
sound
,
or
as
if
later
study
had
evolved
more
powerful
and
perfected
variants
of
the
invocations
in
question
.
The
doctor
tried
to
reconcile
the
chiseled
version
with
the
one
which
still
ran
persistently
in
his
head
,
and
found
it
hard
to
do
.
Where
the
script
he
had
memorized
began
"
Y'
ai
'n
g
'n
gah
,
Yog-Sothoth
"
,
this
epigraph
started
out
as
"
Aye
,
engengah
,
Yogge-Sothotha
"
;
which
to
his
mind
would
seriously
interfere
with
the
syllabification
of
the
second
word
.
Ground
as
the
later
text
was
into
his
consciousness
,
the
discrepancy
disturbed
him
;
and
he
found
himself
chanting
the
first
of
the
formulae
aloud
in
an
effort
to
square
the
sound
he
conceived
with
the
letters
he
found
carved
.
Weird
and
menacing
in
that
abyss
of
antique
blasphemy
rang
his
voice
;
its
accents
keyed
to
a
droning
sing-song
either
through
the
spell
of
the
past
and
the
unknown
,
or
through
the
hellish
example
of
that
dull
,
godless
wail
from
the
pits
whose
inhuman
cadences
rose
and
fell
rhythmically
in
the
distance
through
the
stench
and
the
darkness
.
Y'
ai
'N
g
'n
gah
,
Yog-Sothoth
H'ee
-
L'geb
F'ai
Throdo
Uaaah
!
But
what
was
this
cold
wind
which
had
sprung
into
life
at
the
very
outset
of
the
chant
?
The
lamps
were
sputtering
woefully
,
and
the
gloom
grew
so
dense
that
the
letters
on
the
wall
nearly
faded
from
sight
.
There
was
smoke
,
too
,
and
an
acrid
odor
which
quite
drowned
out
the
stench
from
the
far-away
wells
;
an
odor
like
that
he
had
smelt
before
,
yet
infinitely
stronger
and
more
pungent
He
turned
from
the
inscriptions
to
face
the
room
with
its
bizarre
contents
,
and
saw
that
the
kylix
on
the
floor
,
in
which
the
ominous
efflorescent
powder
had
lain
,
was
giving
forth
a
cloud
of
thick
,
greenish-black
vapor
of
surprising
volume
and
opacity
.
That
powder
--
Great
God
!
it
had
come
from
the
shelf
of
"
Materia
"
--
what
was
it
doing
now
,
and
what
had
started
it
?
The
formula
he
had
been
chanting
--
the
first
of
the
pair
--
Dragon
's
Head
,
ascending
node
--
Blessed
Saviour
,
could
it
be
...
