Not for centuries had any man recalled its vital substance or known where to find it, but this book was very old indeed. The hand of some half-crazed monk, had traced these ominous Latin phrases in uncials of awesome antiquity.
That night I passed the gateway to a vortex of twisted time and vision.
From then on I walked in a fantastic dream of unknown and half-known shapes; and with each new gateway crossed, the less plainly could I recognise the things of the narrow sphere to which I had so long been bound. What I saw about me, none else saw.
That night I passed the gateway to a vortex of twisted time and vision, and when morning found me in the attic room I saw in the walls and shelves and fittings that which I had never seen before.
