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           Youwereafool,JosephCurwen,tofancythatamerevisualidentitywouldbeenough.Whydidn’tyouthinkofthespeechandthevoiceandthehandwriting?Ithasn’tworked,yousee,afterall.YouknowbetterthanIwhoorwhatwrotethatmessageinminuscules,butIwillwarnyouitwasnotwritteninvain.Thereareabominationsandblasphemieswhichmustbestampedout,andIbelievethatthewriterofthosewordswillattendtoOrneandHutchinson.Oneofthosecreatureswroteyouonce,"donotcallupanythatyoucannotputdown".Youwereundoneoncebefore,perhapsinthatveryway,anditmaybethatyourownevilmagicwillundoyouallagain.Curwen,amancan’ttamperwithNaturebeyondcertainlimits,andeveryhorroryouhavewovenwillriseuptowipeyouout.’

           Butherethedoctorwascutshortbyaconvulsivecryfromthecreaturebeforehim.Hopelesslyatbay,weaponless,andknowingthatanyshowofphysicalviolencewouldbringascoreofattendantstothedoctor’srescue,JosephCurwenhadrecoursetohisoneancientally,andbeganaseriesofcabalisticmotionswithhisforefingersashisdeep,hollowvoice,nowunconcealedbyfeignedhoarseness,bellowedouttheopeningwordsofaterribleformula.

           ’PERADONAIELOIM,ADONAIJEHOVA,ADONAISABAOTH,METRATON...’

           ButWillettwastooquickforhim.Evenasthedogsintheyardoutsidebegantohowl,andevenasachillwindsprangsuddenlyupfromthebay,thedoctorcommencedthesolemnandmeasuredintonationofthatwhichhehadmeantallalongtorecite