Obedient To Constraint, I Was Compelled To

And A Fact Is The Most Stubborn Thing In The World.

He Was Coming To Understand He Could Not Come To Rectify Anything In His Life, Only Forget.

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

I Hereby Certify That The Bearer Of This Note, Nikolai Ivanovich, Spent The Night In Question At Satan's Ball, Having Been Lured There In A Transportational Capacity... Hella, Put In Parentheses! And Write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

What Would Your Good Do If Evil Didn't Exist, And What Would The Earth Look Like If All The Shadows Disappeared?