CTHULATHON: DAY 207

It was, Johansen said, like a great barn-door; and they all felt that it was a door because of the ornate lintel, threshold, and jambs around it, though they could not decide whether it lay flat like a trap-door or slantwise like an outside cellar-door.

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Cthulhu | 207 of 365

CTHULATHON: DAY 205

One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal, hence the relative position of everything else seemed phantasmally variable.

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CTHULATHON: DAY 202

He climbed interminably along the grotesque stone moulding – that is, one would call it climbing if the thing was not after all horizontal – and the men wondered how any door in the universe could be so vast.

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CTHULATHON: DAY 200

Donovan slid or somehow propelled himself down or along the jamb and rejoined his fellows, and everyone watched the queer recession of the monstrously carven portal.

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Cthulhu | 200 of 365

CTHULATHON: DAY 199

In this phantasy of prismatic distortion it moved anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seemed upset.

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Cthulhu | 199 of 365