The Great Sphinx! God!—that idle question I asked myself on that sun-blest morning before. . . . what huge and loathsome abnormality was the Sphinx originally carven to represent? Accursed is the sight, be it in dream or not, that revealed to me the supreme horror—the Unknown God of the Dead, which licks its colossal chops in the unsuspected abyss, fed hideous morsels by soulless absurdities that should not exist! The five-headed monster that emerged. . . . the five-headed monster as large as a hippopotamus. . . . the five-headed monster—and that of which it is the merest fore-paw. . . .