Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.

Only Against Death Does Man Cry Out In Vain.

Good God, If Our Civilization Were To Sober Up For A Couple Of Days It'd Die Of Remorse On The Third.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

Perhaps His Tragedy Is That He Is The One Normal Writer Left On Earth And It Is This That Adds To His Isolation And So To His Sense Of Guilt.