And then the morbid temptation to look down at myself became greater and greater, till one night I could not resist it. At first my downward glance revealed nothing whatsoever. A moment later I perceived that this was because my head lay at the end of a flexible neck of enormous length. Retracting this neck and gazing down very sharply, I saw the scale, rugose, iridescent bulk of a vast cone ten feet tall and ten feet wide at the base. THat was when I waked half of Arkham with my screaming as I plunged madly up from the abyss of sleep. - H. P. Lovecraft, The Shadow out of Time