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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: Those without the
telescope saw only an instant's flash of grey cloud - a cloud
about the size of a moderately large building - near the top of
the mountain. Curtis, who held the instrument, dropped it with
a piercing shriek into the ankle-deep mud of the road. He reeled,
and would have crumbled to the ground had not two or three others
seized and steadied him. All he could do was moan half-inaudibly.
'Oh, oh, great Gawd... that... that...'
There was a pandemonium
of questioning, and only Henry Wheeler thought to rescue the fallen
telescope and wipe it clean of mud. Curtis was past all coherence,
The Dunwich Horror |
