Time Is A Dream ... A Destroying

The Truth--a Hideous Spectacle!

I Really Don't Know Enough About The Structure Of Fiction.

I've Tried It Long Ago, With Hashish And Peyote. Fascinating, Yes, But No Good, No. This, As We Find In Alcohol, Is An Escape From Awareness, A Cheat, A Momentary Substitution, And In The End A Destruction Of It.

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

Ghostly Above Us In Lamplight The Towers Gleam ... And After A While They Will Fall To Dust And Rain; Or Else We Will Tear Them Down With Impatient Hands; And Hew Rock Out Of The Earth, And Build Them Again.