All I Want Is To Know Things.

It's Not A Bad Idea To Call This Cthulhuism & Yog-sothothery Of Mine "the Mythology Of Hastur" - Although It Was Really From Machen & Dunsany & Others, Rather Than Through The Bierce-chambers Line, That I Picked Up My Gradually Developing Hash Of Theogony - Or Daimonogony. Come To Think Of It, I Guess I Sling This Stuff More As Chambers Does Than As Machen & Dunsany Do - Though I Had Written A Good Deal Of It Before I Ever Suspected That Chambers Ever Wrote A Weird Story!

We Must Recognise The Essential Underlaying Savagery In The Animal Called Man, And Return To Older And Sounder Principles Of National Life And Defense. We Must Realise That Man's Nature Will Remain The Same So Long As He Remains Man; That Civilisation Is But A Slight Coverlet Beneath Which The Dominant Beast Sleeps Lightly And Ever Ready To Awake.

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.

That's Because Only A Real Artist Knows The Actual Anatomy Of The Terrible Or The Physiology Of Fear - The Exact Sort Of Lines And Proportions That Connect Up With Latent Instincts Or Hereditary Memories Of Fright, And The Proper Colour Contrasts And Lighting Effects To Stir The Dormant Sense Of Strangeness.

I Like Coffee Exceedingly.