I’m pretty sure that Prince Hamlet’s friend, Horatio must have read from the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred’s secret grimoire, The Necronomicon, during his studies at Wittenberg University. He seems to know something of the madness that the Old Ones can inflict upon those mortals who discover their existence.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other, horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet Act I Sc. IV
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other, horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet Act I Sc. IV
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