Dread Of Night. Dread Of Not-night.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

What Is Written Is Merely The Dregs Of Experience.

The Dream Reveals The Reality Which Conception Lags Behind. That Is The Horror Of Life-the Terror Of Art.

Logic May Indeed Be Unshakeable, But It Cannot Withstand A Man Who Is Determined To Live.