Necronomicon Podcast: Dagon

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1:06on our website and all podcast platforms. Day Gone by HP Lovecraft 1917 I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penieless and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life indurable.

2:11I can bear the torture no longer and she'll cast myself from this Garrett window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages, you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death. It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific, that the packet of which I was super cargo fell a victim to the German sea raider. The Great War was then at its very beginning and the ocean forces of the Hun had not completely sunk to their later degradation, so that our vessel was made a legitimate prize while we of her crew were treated with all the fairness and consideration do us as naval prisoners. So liberal indeed was the discipline of our captors, that five days after we were taken, I managed to escape alone in a small boat with water and provisions for a good length of time.

3:14When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew nothing and no island or coastline was in sight. The weather kept fair and for uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun, waiting either for some passing ship or to be cast on the shores of some habitable island. But neither land nor ship appeared and I began to despair in my solitude upon heaving vastness of unbroken blue. The change happened whilst I slept. It's details I shall never know for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested was continuous. When at last I awaked, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations as far as I could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away.

4:17Though one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder at so prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery. I was in reality more horrified than astonished, for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a sinister quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid with the carcasses of decaying fish and of other less describable things which I saw protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plain. Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and bear an immensity. There was nothing within hearing and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime, yet the very completeness of the stillness and the homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear. The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its cloudless cruelty as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. As I crawled into the stranded

5:18boat I realized that only one theory could explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, a portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface exposing regions for which innumerable millions of years had laid hidden under unfathomable watery depths. So great was the extent of the new land which had risen beneath me, but I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging ocean, strained my ears as I might, nor were there any seafowl to pray upon the dead things. For several hours I sat thinking or brooding in the boat which lay upon its side and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. As the day progressed, the ground lost some of its stickiness and seemed likely to dry sufficiently for traveling purposes in a short time. That night I slept but little, and the next day I made myself a pack containing food and water, preparatory to an overland journey in search of the vanished sea and possible rescue. On the third morning I found the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease.

6:22The odor of the fish was maddening, but I was too much concerned with graver things to mine so slight and evil and set out boldly for an unknown goal. All day I forged steadily westward guided by a faraway hummock which rose higher than any other elevation on the rolling desert. That night I encamped and on the following day still traveled towards the hummock, though that object seemed scarcely nearer than when I first aspired it. By the fourth evening I attained the base of the mound which turned out to be much higher than it had appeared from a distance, an intervening valley setting out in sharper relief from the general surface. Too weary to ascend I slept in the shadow of the hill. I know not why my dreams were so wild that night, but ear the warning and fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain. I was awakened a cold perspiration, determined to sleep no more. Such visions as I had experienced were too much for me to endure again,

7:25and in the glow of the moon I saw how unwise I had been to travel by day. Without the glare of the marching sun my journey would have cost me less energy. Indeed I now felt quite able to perform the ascent which had deterred me at sunset. Picking up my pack I started for the crest of the eminence. I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolling plain was a source of vague horror to me, but I think my horror was greater when I gained the summit of the mound and looked down the other side into an immeasurable pit or canyon whose black recesses the moon had not yet soared high enough to illuminate. I felt myself on the edge of the world, peering over the rim into the fathomless chaos of eternal night. Through my terror ran curious reminiscence of paradise loss and of Satan's hideous climb through the unfashioned realm of darkness. As the moon climbed higher in the sky I began to see that the slopes of the valley were not quite so perpendicular as I had imagined. Ledges and outcroppings of rock afforded fairly easy footholds for a descent

8:29whilst after a drop of a few hundred feet the declivity became very gradual. Urged on by an impulse which I cannot definitely analyze I scrambled with difficulty down the rocks and stood on the gentle or slope beneath gazing into the stiggy and depths where no light had yet penetrated. All at once my attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the opposite slope which rose steeply about a hundred yards ahead of me, an object that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon. That it was merely a gigantic piece of stone I soon assured myself, but I was conscious of a distinct impression that its contour and position were not altogether the work of nature. A closer scrutiny filled me with sensations I cannot express for despite its enormous magnitude and its position in an abyss which had yond at the bottom of the sea since the world was young. I perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of living and thinking

9:35creatures. Days then frightened yet not without a certain thrill of the scientists or archaeologists the light I examined my surroundings more closely. The moon now near zenith shone weirdly and vividly above the towering steeps that hemmed in the chasm and revealed the fact that a far flung body of water flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions and almost lapping at my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm the wavelets washed the base of the cycloppy and monolith on whose surface I could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to me and unlike anything I'd ever seen in books consisting for the most part of the conventionalized aquatic symbols such as fishes, eels, octopi, crustaceans, mollocks, whales and the like. Several characters obviously represented marine things which are unknown to the modern world but whose decomposing forms I had observed in the ocean plain. It was the pictorial carving however that did most to hold me spellbound, plainly visible

10:40across the intervening water on account of their enormous size, were an array of bass reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of a d'array. I think that these things were supposed to depict men at least a certain sort of men though the creatures were shrooone, disporting like fishes in the water of some marine grotto or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare not speak in detail for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. Grotesque beyond the imagination of a poe or a bulwer they were damnably human in general outlined despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and flabby lips, glassy bulging eyes and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough they seemed to have been chiseled badly out of proportion with their scenic background. For one of the creatures was shoone in the act of killing a whale represented as but a little larger than himself. I remarked as I say their grotesqueness in strange size but in a moment decided

11:46that they were merely the imaginary gods of some primitive fishing or seafaring tribe, some tribe whose last ascended had perished eras before the first ancestor of the piltdown or meanderthal man was born. Ostruck at this unexpected glimpse into a pass beyond the conception of the most daring anthropologist I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the silent channel before me. Then suddenly I sought with only a slight churning to mark its rise on the surface, the things slid into view above the dark waters, vast, polyphemous like and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then. Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff and of my delirious journey back to the stranded boat I remember a little. I believe I sang a great deal and laughed oddly when I was unable to sing.

12:49I have indistinct recollections of a great storm sometime after I reached the boat at any rate. I know that I heard peals of thunder and other tones which nature utters only in her wildest moods. When I came out of the shadows I was in a San Francisco hospital brought to the tithor by the captain of the American ship which I had picked up my boat in mid-ocean. In my delirium I had said much but found that my words had been given scant attention. Of any land upheaval in the Pacific my rescuers knew nothing, nor did I deem it necessary to insist upon a thing which I knew they could not believe. Once I sought out a celebrated ethnologist and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Degon, the fish god, but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional I did not press my inquiries. It is at night especially when the moon is give us an waning that I see the thing. I tried morphine but the drug has given only transient surcece and has drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it all,

13:55having written a full account for the information or the contemptuous amusement of my fellow men. Often I ask myself if it could not have all been pure phantasm, a mere freak of fever as I lay sunstricken and raving in the open boat after my escape from the German man of war. This I ask myself but ever does there come before me a hideous vivid vision in reply. I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likeness on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their wreaking talons the remnants of puny war-ghosted mankind. Of a day when the land shall sink and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. The end is near. I hear a noise at the door as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God that hand. The window. The window.

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