Pounded into a keyboard by monkeys assisted by: The Thinker
The author writes:
I once absolutely failed the poetry module (and very nearly the course itself) for my High-School English classes. What happened was that a piece of free verse I had handed in turned out, inadvertently, to be verbatim a perfect English translation of a page of the Necronomicon. Something similar happened with my French course when an essay I wrote turned out to be the summoning ritual for a Great Old One.
What's worse is that I hadn't even read the book at the time.