Поклик Ктулху
The Madness from the Sea
Everyonelistened,andeveryonewaslisteningstillwhenItlumberedslobberinglyintosightandgropinglysqueezedItsgelatinousgreenimmensitythroughtheblackdoorwayintothetaintedoutsideairofthatpoisoncityofmadness.
PoorJohansen’shandwritingalmostgaveoutwhenhewroteofthis. Ofthesixmenwhoneverreachedtheship,hethinkstwoperishedofpurefrightinthataccursedinstant. TheThingcannotbedescribed—thereisnolanguageforsuchabysmsofshriekingandimmemoriallunacy,sucheldritchcontradictionsofallmatter,force,andcosmicorder. Amountainwalkedorstumbled. God! Whatwonderthatacrosstheearthagreatarchitectwentmad,andpoorWilcoxravedwithfeverinthattelepathicinstant? TheThingoftheidols,thegreen,stickyspawnofthestars,hadawakedtoclaimhisown. Thestarswererightagain,andwhatanage-oldculthadfailedtodobydesign,abandofinnocentsailorshaddonebyaccident. AftervigintillionsofyearsgreatCthulhuwaslooseagain,andraveningfordelight.
Threemenweresweptupbytheflabbyclawsbeforeanybodyturned. Godrestthem,iftherebeanyrestintheuniverse. TheywereDonovan,Guerrera,and˚Angstrom. Parkerslippedastheotherthreewereplungingfrenziedlyoverendlessvistasofgreen-crustedrocktotheboat,andJohansenswearshewasswallowedupbyanangleofmasonrywhichshouldn’thavebeenthere;ananglewhichwasacute,butbehavedasifitwereobtuse. SoonlyBridenandJohansenreachedtheboat,andpulleddesperatelyfortheAlertasthemountainousmonstrosityfloppeddowntheslimystonesandhesitatedflounderingattheedgeofthewater.
