I had found that hidden and thrice accursed book which speaks of things which ought not to be spoken of, which outlined in a riddle the way up this peak. I see now that those strange doodles I took for some alien script were really depictions of the monsters below, outlines of what cannot be compassed by the mind. It seems strange that in my memory they were on the heading of the page—should not these lower things be in the lower margin? One line had read: “Unless the grotesques look down on us, we will not see aright.”