Before The Invader Sound Was Born, The

Time And Times Are But Cogwheels, Unmatched, Grinding On Oblivious To One Another. Occasionally - Oh, Very Rarely! - The Cogs Fit; The Pieces Of The Plot Snap Together Momentarily And Give Men Faint Glimpses Beyond The Veil Of This Everyday Blindness We Call Reality.

I Have Gone Into Yesterday And Tomorrow And Both Were As Real As Today -- Which Is Like The Dreams Of Ghosts!

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

I'll Say One Thing About An Oil Boom; It Will Teach A Kid That Life's A Pretty Rotten Thing As Quick As Anything I Can Think Of.