When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.

One moment, one short moment - and forever sorrow.

It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. … The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order.

It seems weird that an educational establishment would use the wrong spelling on purpose, but there you go.

Joanne Rocklin

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