Fiction Is History, Human History, Or It

The Hair Of His Face, On The Contrary, Carroty And Flaming, Resembled A Growth Of Copper Wire Clipped Short To The Line Of The Lip; While, No Matter How Close He Shaved, Fiery Metallic Gleams Passed, When He Moved His Head, Over The Surface Of His Cheeks.

We Live As We Dream - Alone.

The Vilest Scramble For Loot That Ever Disfigured The History Of Human Conscience.

Let A Fool Be Made Serviceable According To His Folly.

To Be A Great Autocrat You Must Be A Great Barbarian.