Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony,

Hither Came Conan, The Cimmerian, Black-haired, Sullen-eyed, Sword In Hand, A Thief, A Reaver, A Slayer, With Gigantic Melancholies And Gigantic Mirth, To Tread The Jeweled Thrones Of The Earth Under His Sandaled Feet.

Know, Oh Prince, That Between The Years When The Oceans Drank Atlantis And The Gleaming Cities, And The Years Of The Rise Of The Sons Of Aryas, There Was An Age Undreamed Of, When Shining Kingdoms Lay Spread Across The World Like Blue Mantles Beneath The Stars.

Civilization Is A Network And A Maze Of Precedences And Custom.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.

Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.