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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: 15’, Longitude 113° 10’ E. Reaches far as can see to right and
left. Suspicion of two smoking cones. All peaks black and bare
of snow. Gale blowing off them impedes navigation."
After that
Pabodie, the men and I hung breathlessly over the receiver. Thought
of this titanic mountain rampart seven hundred miles away inflamed
our deepest sense of adventure; and we rejoiced that our expedition,
if not ourselves personally, had been its discoverers. In half
an hour Lake called us again:
"Moulton's plane forced down on
plateau in foothills, but nobody hurt and perhaps can repair.
At the Mountains of Madness |
