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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: against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth
like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with
writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy
yacht, but johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting
as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven
sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound
that the chronicler could not put on paper. For an instant the
ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then
there was only a venomous seething astern; where - God in heaven!
- the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously
recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance
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