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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: no language save that which the dot groups expressed - had likewise
no voice save the imitated accents of their bygone masters.
XII
Danforth
and I have recollections of emerging into the great sculptured
hemisphere and of threading our back trail through the Cyclopean
rooms and corridors of the dead city; yet these are purely dream
fragments involving no memory of volition, details, or physical
exertion. It was as if we floated in a nebulous world or dimension
without time, causation, or orientation. The gray half-daylight
of the vast circular space sobered us somewhat; but we did not
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