Life Is But A Web Spun Of

My Characters Are More Like Men Than These Real Men Are, See. They're Rough And Rude, They Got Hands And They Got Bellies. They Hate And They Lust; Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.

Aye, You White Dog, You Are Like All Your Race; But To A Black Man Gold Can Never Pay For Blood.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.

Man Is Better Without Knowledge Of Things To Come, For What Is To Be Will Be, And Man Can Neither Avert Nor Hasten. It Is Better To Go In The Dark When The Road Must Pass A Lion And There Is No Other Road.

It Was No Ape, Neither Was It A Man. It Was Some Shambling Horror Spawned In The Mysterious, Nameless Jungles Of The South, Where Strange Life Teemed In The Reeking Rot Without The Dominance Of Man, And Drums Thundered In Temples That Had Never Known The Tread Of A Human Foot.