Its tenacious grip plucked at our heels as we walked, and when we sank into it it was as if some malignant hand was tugging us down into those obscene depths, so grim and purposeful was the clutch in which it held us.
Det tok fatt i hælene mens vi gikk, og når vi sank ned i det, var det som om en ondskapsfull hånd halte oss ned i det skitne dypet.