Only Against Death Does Man

Never Think That By Releasing Me You Will Be Free. You Would Only Condemn Us To An Ultimate Hell On Earth. You Would Only Free Something Else To Destroy Us Both.

How Shall The Murdered Man Convince His Assassin He Will Not Haunt Him.

The Howling Pariah Dogs, The Cocks That Herald Dawn All Night, The Drumming, The Moaning That Will Be Found Later White Plumage Huddled On Telegraph Wires In Back Gardens Or Fowl Roosting In Apple Trees, The Eternal Sorrow That Never Sleeps Of Great Mexico.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

What Is Man But A Little Soul Holding Up A Corpse?