Thank God, they didn’t get to put my brain into that fresh, shiny cylinder on the shelf, next to the one with poor Akeley in it! But recently, when I was enjoying an evening stroll, I had the mischance to walk past an establishment patronised by beetle-browed degenerated immigrants, and heard the chant:
WE At /Bodwyn Wook/ want to thank the late Professor Wilmarth, heroically who alerted us /via/ a last panickey call (cut short by the valetudinarian howl over a crackling line, of disembowellment), that our initial spelling of ‘Chthulu’ was in error; and, to advise readers that the correct rendition of that dread cognomen now appears here, in the title of this posting as revised /supra/.
IN Closing, Chief Constable Bodwyn Wook [/retd/] also assures us that our readers are entirely free of the danger of untoward molestation, by any so-called ‘eldritch’ forces or ‘Elder Gods’; an these selfsame readers do be careful but to shun — we repeat, /shun/ — the following link:
IT Purports to be the complete text of the H P Lovecraft /corpus/; and, available ‘for free to all’ to read online; but, alas, ’tis as cheddar and fresh crisp soda crackers in the rat-trap: it is the veritable gateway to Hell; and, you are all implored to — keep out of it & stay straight away from there!
FOR Sake of your immortal souls we hereby recall any waverers among you, to the counsels of veritable wisdom:
‘An you would live unto a good old age, oh Man, then you need only abate (and most especially is this /the/ preservative of all well-being in the late-civilisational periods of the successive generations of life) the untoward jejeune craving, for above-all the unearned novelties.’
[Unspiek, Baron Bodissey]
WHEREAS At one wrong mouse-click…thou /art/ God-damned, for ever & /cet/.