Little time had I to consider such matters.
Up thrust the Shape before us.

Into it raced and spun Things angled, Things curved and Things squared.

It gathered itself into a Titanic pillar out of which, instantly, thrust scores of arms.
Over them great globes raced; after these flew other scores of huge pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, the mass of them twenty and thirty.

The manifold arms grew rigid.

Quiet for a moment, a Titanic metal Briareous, it stood.
Then at the tips of the arms the globes began to spin--faster, faster.
Upon them I saw the hosts of the pyramids open--as one into a host of stars.