Chapter 42

Presently, I saw, rising up into the ruddy gloom, the distant peaks of the mighty amphitheatre of mountains, where, untold ages before, I had been shown my first glimpse of the terrors that underlie many things; and where, vast and silent, watched by a thousand mute gods, stands the replica of this house of mysteries--this house that I had seen swallowed up in that hell-fire, ere the earth had kissed the sun, and vanished for ever. Though I could see the crests of the mountain-amphitheatre, yet it was a great while…