I Could Not Help Feeling That They

The Unknown ... Became For Our Primitive Forefathers A Terrible And Omnipotent Source Of Boons And Calamities Visited Upon Mankind For Cryptic And Wholly Extra-terrestrial Reasons, And Thus Clearly Belonging To Spheres Of Existence Whereof We Know Nothing And Wherein We Have No Part.

The Appeal Of The Spectrally Macabre Is Generally Narrow Because It Demands From The Reader A Certain Degree Of Imagination And A Capacity For Detachment From Every-day Life. Relatively Few Are Free Enough From The Spell Of The Daily Routine To Respond To Rappings From Outside, And Tales Of Ordinary Feelings And Events, Or Of Common Sentimental Distortions Of Such Feelings And Events, Will Always Take First Place In The Taste Of The Majority; Rightly, Perhaps, Since Of Course These Ordinary Matters Make Up The Greater Part Of Human Experience.

At Night, When The Objective World Has Slunk Back Into Its Cavern And Left Dreamers To Their Own, There Come Inspirations And Capabilities Impossible At Any Less Magical And Quiet Hour. No One Knows Whether Or Not He Is A Writer Unless He Has Tried Writing At Night.

Pessimists Are Just As Illogical As Optimists; Insomuch As Both Envisage The Aims Of Mankind As Unified, And As Having A Direct Relationship (either Of Frustration Or Of Fulfilment) To The Inevitable Flow Of Terrestrial Motivation And Events. That Is - Both Schools Retain In A Vestigial Way The Primitive Concept Of A Conscious Teleology - Of A Cosmos Which Gives A Damn One Way Or The Other About The Especial Wants And Ultimate Welfare Of Mosquitos, Rats, Lice, Dogs, Men, Horses, Pterodactyls, Trees, Fungi, Dodos, Or Other Forms Of Biological Energy.

With Five Feeble Senses We Pretend To Comprehend The Boundlessly Complex Cosmos, Yet Other Beings With Wider, Stronger, Or Different Range Of Senses Might Not Only See Very Differently The Things We See, But Might See And Study Whole Worlds Of Matter, Energy, And Life Which Lie Close At Hand Yet Can Never Be Detected With The Senses We Have.