"Then, close to the hour of midnight, all the iron gates of Glasgow burst open and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that all the visiting drinkers and revelers fled away in fright. For on the faces of this throng was writ a madness born of horror unendurable, and on their tongues were words so terrible that no hearer paused for proof. Men whose eyes were wild with fear shrieked aloud of the sight within the Stereo Cafe Bar, where through the windows were seen no longer the forms of the Atlantean Kodex, but a horde of indescribable green voiceless things with bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears; things which danced horribly, bearing in their paws golden platters set with rubies and diamonds and containing uncouth flames. And the drinkers and revelers, as they fled from the doomed city of Glasgow on bicycles and cars and trains, looked again upon the mist-begetting Clyde and saw the St. Mungo's Cathedral was quite submerged. Through all the land of Scotland and the land adjacent spread the tales of those who had fled from Glasgow, and caravans sought that accursed city and its precious coal and steel no more."