To Me There Is Nothing

After A While, Though, Even The Deepest Sorrow Faltered, Even The Most Penetrating Despair Lost Its Scalpel Edge.

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.

Robert Neville Looked Out Over The New People Of The Earth. He Knew He Did Not Belong To Them; He Knew That, Like The Vampires, He Was Anathema And Black Terror To Be Destroyed. And, Abruptly, The Concept Came, Amusing To Him Even In His Pain. ... Full Circle. A New Terror Born In Death, A New Superstition Entering The Unassailable Fortress Of Forever. I Am Legend.

Failures Plagued Me. Things I Had Omitted Or Ignored, Neglected. What I Should Have Given And Hadn’t. I Felt The Biting Pang Of Every Unfulfillment.

What Would A Mohammedan Vampire Do If Faced With A Cross?