I could not help feeling that they were evil things-- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal baldness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and Leon-long death of this untrod den and unfathomed austral world.

At the Mountains of Madness