Зов Ктулху
The Madness from the Sea
Thatwasall. AfterthatJohansenonlybroodedovertheidolinthecabinandattendedtoafewmattersoffoodforhimselfandthelaughingmaniacbyhisside. Hedidnottrytonavigateafterthefirstboldflight,forthereactionhadtakensomethingoutofhissoul. ThencamethestormofApril2nd,andagatheringofthecloudsabouthisconsciousness. Thereisasenseofspectralwhirlingthroughliquidgulfsofinfinity,ofdizzyingridesthroughreelinguniversesonacomet’stail, andofhystericalplungesfromthepittothemoonandfromthemoonbackagaintothepit,alllivenedbyacachinnatingchorusofthedistorted,hilariouseldergodsandthegreen, bat-wingedmockingimpsofTartarus.
Outofthatdreamcamerescue—theVigilant,thevice-admiraltycourt,thestreetsofDunedin,andthelongvoyagebackhometotheoldhousebytheEgeberg. Hecouldnottell—theywouldthinkhimmad. Hewouldwriteofwhatheknewbeforedeathcame,buthiswifemustnotguess. Deathwouldbeaboonifonlyitcouldblotoutthememories.
ThatwasthedocumentIread,andnowIhaveplaceditinthetinboxbesidethebas-reliefandthepapersofProfessorAngell. Withitshallgothisrecordofmine—thistestofmyownsanity,whereinispiecedtogetherthatwhichIhopemayneverbepiecedtogetheragain. Ihavelookeduponallthattheuniversehastoholdofhorror,andeventheskiesofspringandtheflowersofsummermusteverafterwardbepoisontome. ButIdonotthinkmylifewillbelong. Asmyunclewent,aspoorJohansenwent,soIshallgo. Iknowtoomuch,andthecultstilllives.
Cthulhustilllives,too,Isuppose,againinthatchasmofstonewhichhasshieldedhimsincethesunwasyoung.
