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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: place where the fallen vaulting almost touched the perilously
sagging ceiling. How I managed to wrench and tear aside enough
blocks to afford a passage, and how I dared disturb the tightly
packed fragments when the least shift of equilibrium might have
brought down all the tons of superincumbent masonry to crush me
to nothingness, I do not know.
It was sheer madness that impelled
and guided me - if, indeed, my whole underground adventure was
not - as I hope - a hellish delusion or phase of dreaming. But
I did make - or dream that I made - a passage that I could squirm
through. As I wiggled over the mound of debris - my torch, switched
Shadow out of Time |
