The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To

I Was Nearly Unnerved At My Proximity To A Nameless Thing At The Bottom Of A Pit.

When Randolph Carter Was Thirty He Lost The Key Of The Gate Of Dreams.

I Like Coffee Exceedingly.

Sometimes One Feels That It Would Be Merciful To Tear Down These Houses, For They Must Often Dream.

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.