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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: up to the sea-cliffs. And in time he came to a great hedge and
a gate with a little brick lodge, and when he rang the bell there
hobbled to admit him no robed and annointed lackey of the palace,
but a small stubby old man in a smock who spoke as best he could
in the quaint tones of far Cornwall. And Carter walked up the
shady path between trees as near as possible to England's trees,
and clumbed the terraces among gardens set out as in Queen Anne's
time. At the door, flanked by stone cats in the old way, he was
met by a whiskered butler in suitable livery; and was presently
taken to the library where Kuranes, Lord of Ooth-Nargai and the
Sky around Serannian, sat pensive in a chair by the window looking
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