How Can I Wear The Harness Of

I Am Unable To Rouse Much Interest In Any Highly Civilized Race, Country Or Epoch, Including This One.

Animals Are Neither Gods Nor Fiends, But Men In Their Way Without The Lust And Greed Of Man.

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.

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.