After A While, Though, Even The Deepest

God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money. Nothing Can Ever Overcome It, It's Everything When It's Anything. How Can I Write In Peace With Endless Worries Of Money, Money, Money? (“disappearing Act”)

He Stood There For A Moment Looking Around The Silent Room, Shaking His Head Slowly. All These Books, He Thought, The Residue Of A Planet’s Intellect, The Scrapings Of Futile Minds, The Leftovers, The Potpourri Of Artifacts That Had No Power To Save Men From Perishing.

Really Now, Search Your Soul, Lovie-is The Vampire So Bad? All He Does Is Drink Blood.

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

Full Circle. A New Terror Born In Death, A New Superstition Entering The Unassailable Fortress Of Forever. I Am Legend.