" What the thing was, he would never tell. It was like some of the carvings on the hellish altar, but it was alive. Nature had never made it in this form, for it was too palpably unfinished. The deficiencies were of the most surprising sort, and the abnormalities of proportion could not be described."
That was just a sample of the type of writing found within this short novel by H.P.L.
Reading this short novel reminded me how much I love this type of writing.
I hereby vow to read more of Lovecraft's work this year. Yeah, I made a vow, baby. A vow!