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Thread: Calling all H.P. Lovecraft fans: How do you pronounce "Cthulhu"?

  1. #1
    Registered: Oct 2000
    Location: Rhode Island

    Calling all H.P. Lovecraft fans: How do you pronounce "Cthulhu"?

    Um, recently these past few weeks I've been reading a lot of H.P. Lovecraft and I've been especially fascinated with the Cthulhu mythos (I'm fairly new to Lovecraft's work). However, I don't know how to pronounce "Cthulhu". I've asked a few different people and got a variety of responses. Does anyone here know the proper pronounciation of the word, if there is one?

  2. #2
    (Gone, but not forgotten)

    Registered: Apr 2001
    Location: My Pants Are Haunted!

    Just how it's spelled: kuh-thoo-loo.
    At least that was always my understanding of it.
    Enjoy the Lovecraft mate, it's wonderful!

  3. #3

    Folks I encountered in California D&D circles seemed to prefer "kuh-THOOL-hew" or "kuh-TOOL-hew", with the final 'h' aspirated.

    My recollection from Lovecraftian sources long since forgotten is that the human vocal apparatus is incapable of pronouncing the name correctly. For that reason, any approximation is adequate.



  4. #4
    Registered: May 1999
    Location: Daffy Duck

    Who cares about how it's pronounced when some bastard typed up every H.P.Lovecraft story, ever, and put it up online:

    There is a god.

  5. #5

    yeah....I pronounce it the same way turtle does...That's the way Cthulhu told me to say it too.

  6. #6
    Registered: May 2000
    Location: The Maw of Chaos

    'Noid: Remind me to give you some sacrificial offering at a later point in time.

    I like to pronounce it "Kuh-Thoo-Loo", btw.

  7. #7
    Registered: Nov 2000
    Location: Australia

    K`th-uloo for me, but old Cthulhu is nothings compared to Azathoth, Nyarlathotep and Yog-sothoth .

  8. #8
    Registered: Jul 1999
    Location: Between insanity and happiness

    Wasn't a statue found in Thief level 7, The Lost City, that was suspected to be a statue of a creature called Cthulhu? That Cthulhu?

  9. #9
    Registered: Sep 2000

    Wasn't the boss from the first episode of Quake called something like Cthulhu?


  10. #10
    Registered: Nov 2000
    Location: Australia

    Yes, there is a statue of Cthulhu in the lost city. They also worshipped a god called N'halotep (Nyarlathotep anyone?)

    Yes, Shub-Niggurath -the goat with a thousand young, featured in Quake.

  11. #11
    Registered: Jan 2001
    Location: Bumblesee

    The big lava demon at the end of the first chapter of Quake was indeed called Cthulhu although I think they spelled it something like Ktulu. Shub-Niggurath was the final (retarded IMO) boss of Quake. Someone on the design team was apparently a fan of Lovecraftian mythos.

    [ June 15, 2001: Message edited by: Agent Monkeysee ]

  12. #12
    Registered: Jul 1999
    Location: Canada

    I think the demon that rises out of the lava at the end of the first world (of earth? can't remember) was actually called Chthon, or Ch'thon.

    Sort of a Cthulu knock off I guess.

    And on pronunciation, I've seen it spelled Ktulu as well, so that's how I pronounce it.

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  13. #13
    Registered: Nov 2000
    Location: Australia

    That someone on the Quake design team was Sandy somethingorother (Peterson, I think), who happened to be the person who wrote the Call of Cthulhu RPG. I suppose that counts as a fan.

  14. #14

    Originally posted by Keeper Mallinson:
    <STRONG>Wasn't a statue found in Thief level 7, The Lost City, that was suspected to be a statue of a creature called Cthulhu? That Cthulhu?</STRONG>

  15. #15
    Registered: Oct 2000
    Location: Rhode Island

    I've been researching Lovecraft and it turns out he was born in Providence, Rhode Island, only a few minutes away from where I live! Many of his books take place in the New England area, and its pretty cool when he mentions a building or landmark I've been to in real life.

  16. #16
    Registered: Nov 2000
    Location: Australia

    He featured Australia favourably and frequently as well, which is nice. Although he did have a regrettable tendency to be rascist at times.

    A rather good non-Lovecraft mythos story you should read is The Hounds of Tindalos. It's really quite good.

  17. #17
    Registered: May 1999
    Location: Daffy Duck

    On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb, once beautiful with the sublimest sculptures, but now fallen into as great decay as the house. At one end of that tomb, its curious roots displacing the time-stained blocks of Panhellic marble, grows an unnaturally large olive tree of oddly repellent shape; so like to some grotesque man, or death-distorted body of a man, that the country folk fear to pass it at night when the moon shines faintly through the crooked boughs. Mount Maenalus is a chosen haunt of dreaded Pan, whose queer companions are many, and simple swains believe that the tree must have some hideous kinship to these weird Panisci; but an old bee-keeper who lives in the neighboring cottage told me a different story.

    Many years ago, when the hillside villa was new and resplendent, there dwelt within it the two sculptors Kalos and Musides. From Lydia to Neapolis the beauty of their work was praised, and none dared say that the one excelled the other in skill. The Hermes of Kalos stood in a marble shrine in Corinth, and the Pallas of Musides surmounted a pillar in Athens near the Parthenon. All men paid homage to Kalos and Musides, and marvelled that no shadow of artistic jealousy cooled the warmth of their brotherly friendship.

    But though Kalos and Musides dwelt in unbroken harmony, their natures were not alike. Whilst Musides revelled by night amidst the urban gaieties of Tegea, Saios would remain at home; stealing away from the sight of his slaves into the cool recesses of the olive grove. There he would meditate upon the visions that filled his mind, and there devise the forms of beauty which later became immortal in breathing marble. Idle folk, indeed, said that Kalos conversed with the spirits of the grove, and that his statues were but images of the fauns and dryads he met there for he patterned his work after no living model.

    So famous were Kalos and Musides, that none wondered when the Tyrant of Syracuse sent to them deputies to speak of the costly statue of Tyche which he had planned for his city. Of great size and cunning workmanship must the statue be, for it was to form a wonder of nations and a goal of travellers. Exalted beyond thought would be he whose work should gain acceptance, and for this honor Kalos and Musides were invited to compete. Their brotherly love was well known, and the crafty Tyrant surmised that each, instead of concealing his work from the other, would offer aid and advice; this charity producing two images of unheard of beauty, the lovelier of which would eclipse even the dreams of poets.

    With joy the sculptors hailed the Tyrant's offer, so that in the days that followed their slaves heard the ceaseless blows of chisels. Not from each other did Kalos and Musides conceal their work, but the sight was for them alone. Saving theirs, no eyes beheld the two divine figures released by skillful blows from the rough blocks that had imprisoned them since the world began.

    At night, as of yore, Musides sought the banquet halls of Tegea whilst Kalos wandered alone in the olive Grove. But as time passed, men observed a want of gaiety in the once sparkling Musides. It was strange, they said amongst themselves that depression should thus seize one with so great a chance to win art's loftiest reward. Many months passed yet in the sour face of Musides came nothing of the sharp expectancy which the situation should arouse.

    Then one day Musides spoke of the illness of Kalos, after which none marvelled again at his sadness, since the sculptors' attachment was known to be deep and sacred. Subsequently many went to visit Kalos, and indeed noticed the pallor of his face; but there was about him a happy serenity which made his glance more magical than the glance of Musides who was clearly distracted with anxiety and who pushed aside all the slaves in his eagerness to feed and wait upon his friend with his own hands. Hidden behind heavy curtains stood the two unfinished figures of Tyche, little touched of late by the sick man and his faithful attendant.

    As Kalos grew inexplicably weaker and weaker despite the ministrations of puzzled physicians and of his assiduous friend, he desired to be carried often to the grove which he so loved. There he would ask to be left alone, as if wishing to speak with unseen things. Musides ever granted his requests, though his eyes filled with visible tears at the thought that Kalos should care more for the fauns and the dryads than for him. At last the end drew near, and Kalos discoursed of things beyond this life. Musides, weeping, promised him a sepulchre more lovely than the tomb of Mausolus; but Kalos bade him speak no more of marble glories. Only one wish now haunted the mind of the dying man; that twigs from certain olive trees in the grove be buried by his resting place-close to his head. And one night, sitting alone in the darkness of the olive grove, Kalos died. Beautiful beyond words was the marble sepulchre which stricken Musides carved for his beloved friend. None but Kalos himself could have fashioned such basreliefs, wherein were displayed all the splendours of Elysium. Nor did Musides fail to bury close to Kalos' head the olive twigs from the grove.

    As the first violence of Musides' grief gave place to resignation, he labored with diligence upon his figure of Tyche. All honour was now his, since the Tyrant of Syracuse would have the work of none save him or Kalos. His task proved a vent for his emotion and he toiled more steadily each day, shunning the gaieties he once had relished. Meanwhile his evenings were spent beside the tomb of his friend, where a young olive tree had sprung up near the sleeper's head. So swift was the growth of this tree, and so strange was its form, that all who beheld it exclaimed in surprise; and Musides seemed at once fascinated and repelled.

    Three years after the death of Kalos, Musides despatched a messenger to the Tyrant, and it was whispered in the agora at Tegea that the mighty statue was finished. By this time the tree by the tomb had attained amazing proportions, exceeding all other trees of its kind, and sending out a singularly heavy branch above the apartment in which Musides labored. As many visitors came to view the prodigious tree, as to admire the art of the sculptor, so that Musides was seldom alone. But he did not mind his multitude of guests; indeed, he seemed to dread being alone now that his absorbing work was done. The bleak mountain wind, sighing through the olive grove and the tomb-tree, had an uncanny way of forming vaguely articulate sounds.

    The sky was dark on the evening that the Tyrant's emissaries came to Tegea. It was definitely known that they had come to bear away the great image of Tyche and bring eternal honour to Musides, so their reception by the proxenoi was of great warmth. As the night wore on a violent storm of wind broke over the crest of Maenalus, and the men from far Syracuse were glad that they rested snugly in the town. They talked of their illustrious Tyrant, and of the splendour of his capital and exulted in the glory of the statue which Musides had wrought for him. And then the men of Tegea spoke of the goodness of Musides, and of his heavy grief for his friend and how not even the coming laurels of art could console him in the absence of Kalos, who might have worn those laurels instead. Of the tree which grew by the tomb, near the head of Kalos, they also spoke. The wind shrieked more horribly, and both the Syracusans and the Arcadians prayed to Aiolos.

    In the sunshine of the morning the proxenoi led the Tyrant's messengers up the slope to the abode of the sculptor, but the night wind had done strange things. Slaves' cries ascended from a scene of desolation, and no more amidst the olive grove rose the gleaming colonnades of that vast hall wherein Musides had dreamed and toiled. Lone and shaken mourned the humble courts and the lower walls, for upon the sumptuous greater peri-style had fallen squarely the heavy overhanging bough of the strange new tree, reducing the stately poem in marble with odd completeness to a mound of unsightly ruins. Strangers and Tegeans stood aghast, looking from the wreckage to the great, sinister tree whose aspect was so weirdly human and whose roots reached so queerly into the sculptured sepulchre of Kalos. And their fear and dismay increased when they searched the fallen apartment, for of the gentle Musides, and of the marvellously fashioned image of Tyche, no trace could be discovered. Amidst such stupendous ruin only chaos dwelt, and the representatives of two cities left disappointed; Syracusans that they had no statue to bear home, Tegeans that they had no artist to crown. However, the Syracusans obtained after a while a very splendid statue in Athens, and the Tegeans consoled themselves by erecting in the agora a marble temple commemorating the gifts, virtues, and brotherly piety of Musides.

    But the olive grove still stands, as does the tree growing out of the tomb of Kalos, and the old bee-keeper told me that sometimes the boughs whisper to one another in the night wind, saying over and over again. "Oida! Oida! -I know! I know!"

    "The Tree" by H.P. Lovecraft. Don't ask me why I did, I just... did.

  18. #18
    Registered: Dec 2000
    Location: Hell on Earth

    Just FYI, the big red boss from the end of chapter 1 in Quake was called Chaton.

  19. #19
    New Member
    Registered: Jun 2001
    Location: Babylon

    Actually, Klepto-Man, the correct spelling is "Chthon".

  20. #20
    New Member
    Registered: Jun 2001
    Location: Babylon

    BTW, I didn't know there was an H.P. Lovecraft book called The Alchemist!

    Interesting, I should read it.

  21. #21

    Ive heard of Lovecraft, and the word 'Lovecraftian' but never seen any of his works (books i guess). I suppose hes only big in the USA

  22. #22
    Registered: Jul 2000
    Location: Columbus, OH USA

    Wow, Grundy, not only the ace provider of links and lore, but always at the ready with the appropriate screenshot. You must have the cherished Harddrive of the Gods!!

    anyway, I love the Lovecraft thingie, cheesy and over the top as it is. Nothing ever beat the image from the old AD&D Monster Manual (and I mean the oooooold Monster Manual, not 17th Edition or whatever they're up to now) of some Elder God threatening some damsel with a thousand mouths issuing forth suspicious-looking pseudopods. Tentacle Rape anyone?

    Also that one Lovecraft movie (Reanimator?) was goofy fun, with a super tuning fork that called the astral larvae to feed on the deranged scientists addicted to the cosmic wind. Funky.


  23. #23
    Registered: Apr 2001

    I thought the pronunciation ran along the lines of AAAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHH *gurgle*....

    Or is it just me?

  24. #24
    Registered: Feb 2000
    Location: not applicable.

    Random fact: Sandy Peterson is also one of the main designers on the Age of Empires series of games, which makes three classics in three genres on two media...

    Oh, and my 5th ed Call of Cthulu rulebook says Kuh-THOO-loo. I don't recall anything by Lovecraft giving a specific pronunciation...

  25. #25
    Registered: Oct 2000
    Location: Rhode Island

    Yes, I agree with Tumbleweed that Lovecraft did display racist tendencies from time to time, usually in his earlier works. Although it must be said he did marry a Jew and had many Jewish friends and associates. Still, people of African descent were usually looked down upon in many of his stories.

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