A Surfeiting Of Terror Soon Made Terror

I Hope People Are Reading My Work In The Future. I Hope I Have Done More Than Frightened A Couple Of Generations. I Hope I've Inspired A Few People One Way Or Another.

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

No Longer Will You Be A Weird Robinson Crusoe, Imprisoned On An Island Of Night Surrounded By Oceans Of Death.

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.

How Long Did It Take For A Past To Die?