And now, when Danforth and I saw the freshly glistening and reflectively iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless bodies and stank obscenely with that new unknown odour whose cause only a diseased fancy could envisage-clung to those bodies and sparkled less voluminously on a smooth part of the accursedly re-sculptured wall in a series of grouped dots-we understood the quality of cosmic fear to its uttermost depths.
Orduan, Danforthek eta biok ikusi genuen lerde beltz hura, distira irisatuduna, buru gabeko gorpuei likatsu itsatsita, baita birzizelkatutako horma madarikatuan ere, puntu-multzo sorta bat osatuta. Imajinazio gaixo batek baino ezin asma zezakeen kirats arrotz berri hura zerion lerde isuri berri likatsuari, eta dena kirasten zuen lizunki. Une hartan, izu kosmikoa sentitu genuen azken muturreraino.