Do Not Call Up Any That You

The Ignorant And The Deluded Are, I Think, In A Strange Way To Be Envied. That Which Is Not Known Of Does Not Trouble Us, While An Imagined But Insubstantial Peril Does Not Harm Us. To Know The Truths Behind Reality Is A Far Greater Burden.

What A Man Does For Pay Is Of Little Significance. What He Is, As A Sensitive Instrument Responsive To The World's Beauty, Is Everything!

Nyarlathotep . . . The Crawling Chaos . . . I Am The Last . . . I Will Tell The Audient Void. . . .

Something Like Fear Chilled Me As I Sat There In The Small Hours Alone-i Say Alone, For One Who Sits By A Sleeper Is Indeed Alone; Perhaps More Alone Than He Can Realise.

I Am Writing This Under An Appreciable Mental Strain, Since By Tonight I Shall Be No More. Penniless, And At The End Of My Supply Of The Drug Which Alone Makes Life Endurable, I Can Bear The Torture No Longer; And Shall Cast Myself From This Garret Window Into The Squalid Street Below.