At the Mountains of Madness

by H.P. Lovecraft

Thenceforward the ten of us—but the student Danforth and myself above all others—were to face a hideously amplified world of lurking horrors which nothing can erase from our emotions, and which we would refrain from sharing with mankind in general if we could.

Unhappy act! Not Orpheus himself, or Lot’s wife, paid much more dearly for a backward glance.

They have a strange and titanic mausoleum, and I hope the end of this planet will find them still undisturbed.

At the time, his shrieks were confined to the repetition of a single, mad word of all too obvious source: “Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”