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[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] .Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in adifferent direction.One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving onlythe echo of a shocking moan.Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance,howling with a laughter that was mad.My own column was sucked toward the opencountry, and presently I felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as westalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter ofevil snows.Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only,where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls.The column seemedvery thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf.I lingered behind, forthe black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heardthe reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my powerto linger was slight.As if beckoned by those who had gone before, Ihalf-floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into thesightless vortex of the unimaginable.Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell.Asickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirledblindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds withsores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make themflicker low.Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seencolumns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space andreach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness.And throughthis revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating ofdrums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable,unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereuntodance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—theblind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.© 1998-1999 William JohnsLast modified: 12/18/1999 18:44:40 [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |
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