by Howard Phillips LovecraftGhostwritten for Harry Houdini, Imprisoned with the Pharaohs (1924)
“ It must have been a dream, or the dawn would never have found me breathing on the sands of Gizeh before the sardonic dawn-flushed face of the Great Sphinx.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. ”
