Podsothoth: A Lovecraft Book Club
Jun 29, 2026 · 33 min · 10 segments
A reading of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Temple, " by H.P. Lovecraft, first published in the September, 1925 issue of Weird Tales, and first read aloud here, by me, in June of 2026. Please note, this is a…
Todd BeardsleyHost
On August 20th, 1917, I, Karl Heinrich Graf von Altburg-Erenstein, Lieutenant Commander in the Imperial German Navy and in charge of the submarine U-29, deposit this bottle and record in the Atlantic Ocean at a point to me unknown, but probably about north latitude 20 degrees, west longitude 35 degrees, where my ship lies disabled on the ocean floor.
I do so because of my desire to set certain unusual facts before the public, a thing I shall not in all probability survive to accomplish in person, since circumstances surrounding me are as menacing as they are extraordinary, and involve not only the hopeless crippling of the U-29, but the impairment of my iron German will in a manner most disastrous.
on the afternoon of june eighteenth as reported by wireless to the u sixty one bound for kiel we torpedoed the british freighter victory new york to liverpool in north latitude forty five degrees sixteen minutes west longitude twenty eight degrees thirty four minutes permitting the crew to leave in boats in order to obtain a good cinema view for the Admiralty records.
The ship sank quite picturesquely, bow first, the stern rising high out of the water whilst the hull shot down perpendicularly to the bottom of the sea.
Our camera missed nothing, and I regret that so fine a reel of film should never reach Berlin.
When we rose to the surface about sunset, a seaman's body was found on the deck, hands gripping the railing in a curious fashion.
The poor fellow was young, rather dark, and very handsome, probably an Italian or Greek, and undoubtedly of the victory's crew.
He had evidently sought refuge on the very ship which had been forced to destroy its own.
One more victim of the unjust war of aggression which the English pig-dogs are waging upon the fatherland." Our men searched him for souvenirs, and found in his coat pocket a very odd bit of ivory carved to represent a youth's head crowned with a laurel.
My fellow officer, Lieutenant Kleinschte, believed that the thing was of great age and artistic value, so took it from the men for himself.
How it could ever come into the possession of a common sailor, neither he nor I could imagine.
On August 20th, 1917, I, Karl Heinrich Graf von Altburg-Erenstein, Lieutenant Commander in the Imperial German Navy and in charge of the submarine U-29, deposit this bottle and record in the Atlantic Ocean at a point to me unknown, but probably about north latitude 20 degrees, west longitude 35 degrees, where my ship lies disabled on the ocean floor.
I do so because of my desire to set certain unusual facts before the public, a thing I shall not in all probability survive to accomplish in person, since circumstances surrounding me are as menacing as they are extraordinary, and involve not only the hopeless crippling of the U-29, but the impairment of my iron German will in a manner most disastrous.
on the afternoon of june eighteenth as reported by wireless to the u sixty one bound for kiel we torpedoed the british freighter victory new york to liverpool in north latitude forty five degrees sixteen minutes west longitude twenty eight degrees thirty four minutes permitting the crew to leave in boats in order to obtain a good cinema view for the Admiralty records.
The ship sank quite picturesquely, bow first, the stern rising high out of the water whilst the hull shot down perpendicularly to the bottom of the sea.
Our camera missed nothing, and I regret that so fine a reel of film should never reach Berlin.
When we rose to the surface about sunset, a seaman's body was found on the deck, hands gripping the railing in a curious fashion.
The poor fellow was young, rather dark, and very handsome, probably an Italian or Greek, and undoubtedly of the victory's crew.
He had evidently sought refuge on the very ship which had been forced to destroy its own.
One more victim of the unjust war of aggression which the English pig-dogs are waging upon the fatherland." Our men searched him for souvenirs, and found in his coat pocket a very odd bit of ivory carved to represent a youth's head crowned with a laurel.
My fellow officer, Lieutenant Kleinschte, believed that the thing was of great age and artistic value, so took it from the men for himself.
How it could ever come into the possession of a common sailor, neither he nor I could imagine.
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