After the doctors and nurses had left, I whispered an awe struck question:
"Good God, Manton, but what was it? Those scars – was it like that?"
And I was too dazed to exult when he whispered back a thing I had half expected –
"No – it wasn't that way at all. It was everywhere – a gelatin – a slime yet it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes – and a blemish. It was the pit – the maelstrom – the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was the unnamable!