For A Time They Confronted Each Other

How Shall The Murdered Man Convince His Assassin He Will Not Haunt Him.

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

There Was No Mistaking, Even In The Uncertain Light, The Hand, Half Crabbed, Half Generous, And Wholly Drunken, Of The Consul Himself, The Greek E's, The Flying Buttresses Of D's, The T's Like Lonely Wayside Crosses Save Where They Crucified An Entire Word.

Never Think That By Releasing Me You Will Be Free. You Would Only Condemn Us To An Ultimate Hell On Earth. You Would Only Free Something Else To Destroy Us Both.

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.