I almost feel the alien head is unnecessary. After all, the landmark accomplishment of the story was that this was his first that left the horror nondescript-being faced with strange, illimitable, alien space. The horror lay in the unknowable. Of course what I am saying is subjective and this is a piece that captures the sterile wind that churns anent the room from unplumbed space, the queer Erich Zann with his blank, dying expression, and the source of the monotonous, whining note (the creature).