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Cthulhu's Sewers of Babel ~ 4/243 Acoli

Translating a paragraph from The Call of Cthulhu into every google translate language until it becomes an Eldritch Abomination

Each new translation output becomes the next input

4/243 - Acehnese to Acoli

Gin ma cwero cwiny loyo i lobo, atamo, tye ni tam pa dano pe twero kubu jami weny ma tye iye. Wabedo i cula nam ma pe ki ngeyo i dye nam macol ma pe gik, ki pe ki yubu wa me cito ka mabor. Penyo, ngat acel acel ma tye ka wot i yoo ne, ma wan wa rwate kwede manok; ento nino mo acel yub me ngec macon ni obi nyutu botwa cal pa lok ma kit meno, ki kwo marac ma wanongo iye, wa bi loko tam meno onyo wa bi loko tamwa ki i lero ma neko dano me donyo i col ki kuc me kare manyen. —H. P. Mar, 1928

English translation back

The saddest thing in the world, I think, is that the human mind cannot connect all the facts. We live on a mysterious island in the middle of an endless black sea, and we are not meant to go anywhere. Asking, each going his own way, with whom we meet so little; but one day the system of ancient knowledge will present us with a picture of such a story, and with the terrible conditions we find ourselves in, we will either change that mind or turn our minds from the blinding light into the darkness and peace of the new age. —H. P. Mar, 1928

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Cthulhu's Sewers of Babel

Translating a paragraph from The Call of Cthulhu into every google translate language until it becomes an Eldritch Abomination

Each new translation output becomes the next input

3/243 - Abkhazian to Acehnese

Nyang paleng meunyeusai lam donya nyoe, lon pike, nakeuh hana mampu pikeran manusia untuk geuhubong mandum hai nyang teulibat. Geutanjoë tinggai di saboh pulo njang hana meu-iman di teungoh-teungoh laôt itam njang hana akhé, dan geutanjoë hana meumaksud keu tajak djeuôh. Penyelidikan, maséng-maséng meulangkah u arah droë, kamoë sampoë djinoë ka meurumpok deungon tapi bacut; teuma bak saboh uroë peusatuan ilmeë njang ka meu-ulang-ulang njan akan djipeugah keu geutanjoë saboh gamba keudjadian njang lagèë njan, dan keuadaan njang teumakôt that njang teungoh ta teumeung, geutanjoë akan tapeu-ingat nibak wahyu njan atawa tapeu-ingat nibak trang njang meu-maté u dalam seupôt dan keuseulamatan nibak saboh jameun barô. —H. P. Cinta, thon 1928

Back to English

The saddest thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to connect all the things involved. We live on an unfathomable island in the middle of an endless black sea, and we are not meant to go far. Inquiry, each proceeding in his own direction, we have hitherto met with but little; but one day the age-old unity of knowledge will reveal to us a picture of such a fact, and the dreadful situation in which we find ourselves, we shall either turn away from that revelation or turn away from the deadly light into the darkness and safety of a new age. —H. P. Love, 1928

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Cthulhu's Sewers of Babel

Translating a paragraph from The Call of Cthulhu into every google translate language until it becomes an Eldritch Abomination

Each new translation output becomes the next input

1/243 -English

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. —H. P. Lovecraft, 1928

English translation back

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. —H. P. Lovecraft, 1928