Horror Does Not Interest Me,

You Don't Blame Us For Being Here, Do You? After All, We Have No Place To Go. No Home... Incidentally, What An Excellent Day For An Exorcism.

But A Myth, To Speak Plainly, To Me Is Like A Menu In A Fancy French Restaurant: Glamorous, Complicated Camouflage For A Fact You Wouldn't Otherwise Swallow, Like Maybe Lima Beans.

I Tried To Make Every Bit Of It As Creepy As I Could. And I Had The Same Response You Do. I Feel The Same Way. The Hospital Scenes, That Procedure Was So Real.

Earth Is A Homicide Victim. We Lose Our Children. There Are Wars. Disease. And God Comes Strolling By Like A Cosmic Billie Burke.

Perhaps Evil Is The Crucible Of Goodness... And Perhaps Even Satan - Satan, In Spite Of Himself - Somehow Serves To Work Out The Will Of God.