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Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. Making the Aristotelian distinction between essence and accident, we might need to say that what are primarily the identical events are however completely different by the accident of being in past, current, or future. Every point in time is ontologically similar to each different; and if we had been asked what point represents the present time, there isn't any inside evidence of such a distinction. Nevertheless, there is a feature of the B-Series that is important to the concept of change. There was a few of it in Wilbur Whateley himself-enough to make a devil and a precocious monster of him, and to make his passing out a pretty terrible sight. Dr. Armitage, associating what he was studying with what he had heard of Dunwich and its brooding presences, and of Wilbur Whateley and his dim, hideous aura that stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of possible matricide, felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb’s cold clamminess. Throughout the ensuing weeks Dr. Armitage set about to gather all attainable information on Wilbur Whateley and the formless presences around Dunwich.

Some instinct warned Armitage that what was happening was not a thing for unfortified eyes to see, so he brushed again the crowd with authority as he unlocked the vestibule door. When the thing breathed, its tail and tentacles rhythmically changed colour, as if from some circulatory trigger normal to the non-human aspect of its ancestry. The skin was thickly coated with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a rating of lengthy greenish-gray tentacles with pink sucking mouths protruded limply. Armitage heard the savage yelping of the nice watchdog, and studied Whateley’s gorilla-like lope as he crossed the bit of campus visible from the window. Bits of shoe-leather and fragments of apparel had been scattered in regards to the room, and simply contained in the window an empty canvas sack lay the place it had evidently been thrown. Among the others he saw Professor Warren Rice and Dr. Francis Morgan, men to whom he had instructed some of his conjectures and misgivings; and these two he motioned to accompany him inside. The building was full of a frightful stench which Dr. Armitage knew too effectively, and the three men rushed across the hall to the small genealogical reading-room whence the low whining came.

Someone within the lead began sobbing out words, and the Arkham men began violently when those phrases developed a coherent type. Presently Wilbur raised his head and began talking in that strange, resonant style which hinted at sound-producing organs in contrast to the run of mankind’s. Below the waist, although, it was the worst; for right here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. Here he faltered, and appeared to shiver afresh with the fright that had despatched him flying residence. "Mr. Armitage," he stated, "I calc’late I’ve bought to take that book home. Wilbur had been shockingly nervous at Cambridge; anxious for the guide, but almost equally anxious to get dwelling again, as if he feared the outcomes of being away long. But we do not get it. Dr. Armitage made no written report of its mouthings, but asserts confidently that nothing in English was uttered. And, certainly, nothing about a photon changes in the course of its existence.

Those efforts had been in vain, since Armitage had issued warnings of the keenest depth to all librarians having cost of the dreaded volume. He had heard, in the meantime, of Whateley’s grotesque trip to Cambridge, and of his frantic efforts to borrow or copy from the Necronomicon at the Widener Library. Armitage, half-ready to inform him he may make a replica of what elements he wanted, thought instantly of the attainable penalties and checked himself. But the torso and decrease elements of the physique have been teratologically fabulous, in order that solely generous clothing might ever have enabled it to stroll on earth unchallenged or uneradicated. Nor does any query come up over whether or not "it's implausible that a carried drive should diminish or disappear and then increase or reappear when it is transmitted in a collision." Again, no "pressure" is "carried" by an atom, particle, or physique. Thus, if we start with the concept that issues don't exist previously and the future, then Lieb should argue that, in some sense, they do.