The gates that are opened for me are the gates of the nethermost hell.

为我开的门是地狱的门。

“who froths as primal slime in nuclear chaos beyond the nethermost outposts of space and time.”

“谁在时空最底层的哨站之外的核混沌中像原始粘液一样起泡沫。”

Looking back, I think that Mrs. Strickland was the most harmless of all the lion-hunters that pursue their quarry from the rarefied heights of Hampstead to the nethermost studios of Cheyne Walk.

现在回想起来，在那些惯爱结交文人名士的人中，思特里克兰德太太要算心地最单纯的了，这些人为了把猎物捕捉到手，从汉普斯台德的远离尘嚣的象牙塔一直搜寻到柴纳街的寒酸破旧的画室。