I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why.

It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the Antarctic,

with its vast fossil hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice cap.

And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain.

Doubt of the real facts, as I must reveal them, is inevitable.

Yet if I suppressed what will seem extravagant and incredible, there would be nothing left.

Be hitherto withheld photographs, both ordinary and aerial, will count in my favor, for they are damnably vivid and graphic.

Still, they will be doubted because of the great lengths to which clever fickory can be carried. The ink drawings of course will be jeered

at as obvious impostures, notwithstanding a strangeness of technique which art experts ought

to remark and puzzle over.

In the end, I must rely on the judgment and standing of the few scientific leaders who have,

on the one hand, sufficient independence of thought to weigh my data on its

own hideously convincing merits, or in the light of certain primordial and highly baffling

myth cycles. And on the other hand, sufficient influence

to deter the exploring world in general from any rash and overambitious program in the region of those mountains of madness.

HP

podcast. That was the first paragraph of H.P. Lovecrafts at the Mountains.

That was the first paragraph of H.P. Lovecraft at the Mountains of Madness.

I am Chris Laggi. I'm Chad Fyfer.

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