"To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall
put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the
world of Seven Suns to mock. . . ."
"With Akeley’s permission I lighted a small oil lamp, turned it low, and set it
on a distant bookcase beside the ghostly bust of Milton; but afterward I was sorry I had done
so, for it made my host’s strained, immobile face and listless hands look damnably abnormal
and corpse-like. He seemed half-incapable of motion, though I saw him nod stiffly once in a
while."
"For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance—or identity—were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley."
"For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance—or identity—were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer In Darkeness
