Escape from R'lyeh
Steam had not been suffered to go down entirely, despite the departure of all hands for the shore; and it was the work of only a few moments of feverish rushing up and down between wheel and engines to get the Alert under way. Slowly, amidst the distorted horrors of that indescribable scene, she began to churn the lethal waters; whilst on the masonry of that charnel shore that was not of earth the titan Thing from the stars slavered and gibbered like Polypheme cursing the fleeing ship of Odysseus. Then, bolder than the storied Cyclops, great Cthulhu slid greasily into the water and began to pursue with vast wave-raising strokes of cosmic potency.
An experiment with applying ink with a brush, which I had done only once before, and never to detailed work. Details were enhanced with pens. My drawing was based, naturally enough, on Lovecraft’s description of Cthulhu:
A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings … It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence …
Some of the reasons my Cthulhu looks a bit unlike a lot
of depictions have to do with paying attention to that: Note
rudimentary wings, for instance, and
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