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It was about Christmas that Derby broke down one evening while calling on me. I was steering the conversation toward next summer's travels when he suddenly shrieked and leaped up from his chair with a look of shocking, uncontrollable fright-a cosmic panic and loathing such as only the nether gulfs of nightmare could bring to any sane mind.
"My brain! My brain! God, Dan-it's tugging-from beyond-knocking-clawing-that she-devil-even now-Ephraim-Kamog! Kamog! -The pit of the shoggoths-Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young! . . .