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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness.
Poor
Johansen's handwriting almost gave out when he wrote of this.
Of the six men who never reached the ship, he thinks two perished
of pure fright in that accursed instant. The Thing cannot be described
- there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial
lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and
cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder
that across the earth a great architect went mad, and poor Wilcox
raved with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the
idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim
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