“Formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes – viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells – rubbery, fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile – slaves of suggestion, builders of cities – more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God! What madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use and carve such things?

And now, when Danforth and I saw the freshly glistening and reflectively iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless bodies and stank obscenely with that new, unknown odor whose cause only a diseased fancy could envision...” (1)

“It was a terrible indescribable thing vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly forming as pustules of greenish light over the tunnel filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. Still came the eldritch mocking cry – “Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!” (2)

Citations

1 - H. P., Lovecraft. "At The Mountains of Madness." The Transition of H P Lovecraft. Del Rey, 1996. Page 339. Print. 

2 - Ibid, p 334.

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