I’ve been on a White People Expedition Diary kick recently. I see why Lovecraft was fucking obsessed with this as a framing device, they are insanely compelling.
July 17th, 1884: “Food supplies are low. The Dutchman has eaten so many dog livers that he is now hallucinating from vitamin A poisoning, which is a thing that can happen apparently.”
July 18: “We kicked that faggy Austrian botanist into a ravine. Lmao. Had a lovely bath.”
July 19th 1884: “The Dutchman has been confined to the sled. We have sacrificed our belts to restrain his movements, lest we lose another Austrian to his Poop Madness.”
July 20th 1884: “The men are demanding I leave behind my bathtub. I will not.”