Escarpments hewn with visceral effort into seven plateuing levels, each subsequent disc cutting its staircases against the otherwise rolling hillside.īut Tullgotha was, in reality a towering zenith of seven successively diminishing stone crenulated walls as they carved their ascending pathway into the hillside.Ī progressively looming stack of forboding concentric rings, essentially a metropolis carved into the side of the majestic mountainside.īut Tullgotha was, to a passing fowl, a precarious statue of gray dinner platters, each terrace overwhelmed by the city masonry, intricate passways and fibrous bridges to toothpick towers. Previously the simile was used of a wedding cake.īut Tullgotha was, in reality a sprawling series of enormous concentric rings precariously stacked in great terraces, the outer, lower ring, therefore, had no centre.īut Tullgotha was, in reality a sprawling series of great circular terraces precariously stacked like vast steps cut into a mountain, the outer, lower ring, therefore, had no centre.īut Tullgotha was, in reality a (foreboding) spiralling stack of brooding masonry. How to describe this in a couple of sentences? It consists of 7 stepped terraces of enormous size. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.Tullgotha is a city built into a hillside. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaverdine: there is no other shelter hereabout. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbold. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. There would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish a very ancient and fishlike smell a kind of not of the newest poor-John. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.

If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. TRINCULO: Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' th' wind.

A Tremulous Test by Ananth Van Der Leck