Name: ニャルラトホテプ (1920)、H.P.ラヴクラフトの夢のサイクルの8番目の物語 (Nyarlathotep (1920), 8th Story in The Dream Cycle of H. P. Lovecraft)
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Nyarlathotep...the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient

I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago.

To a season of political and social upheaval was added a

strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger;

a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the

I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces,

and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared

consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard.

A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept

chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.

There was a demoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons

the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps

the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces

to that of gods or forces which were unknown.

And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt.

but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh.

The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why.

He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven

centuries, and that he had heard messages from places

Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy,

always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and

combining them into instruments yet stranger.

He spoke much of the sciences of electricity and psychology

and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away

speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude.

Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered.

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished,

for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.

Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public

problem; now the wise men almost wished they could

that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale,

pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under

bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly

sky. I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city

My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement

and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries.

My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my

most fevered imaginings; and what was thrown on a screen in the darkened

room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared

prophesy, and in the sputter of his sparks there was

taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which

And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep

looked on sights which others saw not. It was in the hot autumn that I went through

the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep;

through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the

And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins,

and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments.

And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate

Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the

spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more

grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads.

And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the

rest, mumbled a trembling protest about "imposture"

and "static electricity," Nyarlathotep drove us all out,

down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot,

I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid;

We swore to one another that the city was exactly the same,

and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade

we cursed the company over and over again,

and laughed at the queer faces we made. I believe we felt something coming down from

the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we

drifted into curious involuntary marching formations and

seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of

Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and

displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew

When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river,

and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged

Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different

One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan.

Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad.

My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently I felt a chill which was not

of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor,

we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows.

swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering

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