Kindle Notes & Highlights
Yhe
Curator Pickman
That is the curious thing about the multitude. When their yellow press makes hints, they are ready to swallow anything; but when a stupendous and abnormal revelation is actually made, they laugh it aside as a lie. For the sake of general sanity it is probably better so.
Creek
sounds like ‘fuh, nug, louis, muggle, waffle, klool, yu, arlyah, waggle, naggle, fong.’”
After a moment, under the line of “gibberish” his visitor had heard from the chanting in his dreams, Zarnak wrote in a precise hand: Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wqaw’nagl fhtagn. Under the name of the sea-drowned city, which Winfield had given him, phonetically, as “Arlyah,” he wrote a single name: R’lyeh.
Of the Spawn of Cthulhu, only Ythogtha lies prisoned in regions contiguous to sunken R’lyeh, for Yhe was once a province of Mu, and R’lyeh is not far off the submerged shores of that riven, drowned continent; and Yhe and R’lyeh are close nigh unto each other, along dimensions not numbered among the three we know.
On the asbestos mat atop the small steel and porcelain table which had borne the jadeite image and the star-stone, now reposed only a heap of fine gray ash. The sharp stench of ozone hovered in the air. It was much better so…and the case was one that had, after all a happy ending.
Did he destroy it or did it burn itself up??
unfinished 5 business
did he have something about open windows and fresh air?
Scummy as my roomates
“Richard Upton Pickman,” I murmured. “I’ve heard of him, Boston artist—”
Night-Gaunts, a novel by Edgar Henquist Gordon,
Edward Pickman Derby entitled Azathoth and Other Horrors,
The People of the Monolith, by Justin Geoffrey;
Randolph Carter, “The Attic Window.”
