pilgrimage

'' and when he saw that crag he gasped and cried out aloud, and clutched at the jagged rock in awe; for the titan bulge had not stayed as earths dawn had shaped it, but gleamed red and stupendous in the sunset with the carved and polished features of a god ...

'' stern and terrible shone that face in the sunset lit with fire. how vast it was no mind can ever measure but carter knew at once that man could never have fashioned it. it was a god chiselled by hands of the gods, and it looked down haughtly and majestic upon the seeker ...

'' rumour had said it was strange and not to be mistaken, and carter saw that it was indeed so; for those long narrow eyes and long lobed ears and that thin nose and pointed chin, all spoke of a race that is not of man but of gods ...

'' he clung overawed in that lofty and perilous eyrie, even though it was this which he had expected and come to find; for there is in a gods face more of marvel than prediction can tell, and when that face is vaster than a great temple and seen looking downward at sunset in the scyptic silences of that upper world from whose dark lava it was devinely hewn of old, the marvel is so strong that none may escape it. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the dream quest of unknown kadath.

i: leshan riverside giant.