"God, those carrion black pits of sored picked bones and open
skulls. Those nightmare chasms choked with Pink anthromutopoids,
Xist, Kronovian and Helldwarvian bones of countless unhallowed centuries.
Some of them were full and none could say how deep they had once
been. Others were still bottomless to our searchlights and
peopled by unmentionable fancies. What, I thought, of the hapless Normals
that stumbled into such traps admidst the blackness of their
quests in this grisley tartarous. To counter the horror, I visualized
``Bob'' riding down into this Hell and obliterating this reality
with a puff of The Pipe"
