Howard Lovecraft

I saw the lake’s dull water glow

Till sunken things appear’d below.

There shone unnumber’d fathoms down,

The tow’rs of a forgotten town;

The tarnish’d domes and mossy walls;

Weed-tangled spires and empty halls

The modern world, with all it’s care & pain,

But the horror, set and stable,

Haunts my soul for evermore

As Slater grew older, it appeared, his matutinal aberrations had gradually increased in frequency and violence; till about a month before his arrival at the institution had occurred the shocking tragedy which caused his arrest by the authorities

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night

At last we were truly entering the white, aeon-dead world of the ultimate south.

He was strangely convinced that the marking was the print of some bulky, unknown, and radically unclassifiable organism of considerably advanced evolution

The inevitable inference was that in this part of the world there had been a remarkable and unique degree of continuity between the life of over three hundred million years ago and that of only thirty million years ago.

Dogs growing uneasy as we work, and seem to hate this soapstone. Must see if it has any peculiar odor.

Arrangement reminds one of certain monsters of primal myth, especially fabled Elder Things in Necronomicon.