I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes

Muzzle A Dog And He Will Bark Out Of The Other End.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

God, How Pointless And Empty The World Is! Days Filled With Cheap And Tarnished Moments Succeed Each Other, Restless And Haunted Nights Follow In Bitter Routine: The Sun Shines Without Brightness, And The Moon Rises Without Light. My Heart Has The Taste Of Ashes, And My Throat Is Tight And Weary With Weeping. What Is A Lost Soul? It Is One That Has Turned From Its True Path And Is Groping In The Darkness Of Remembered Ways—

Good God, If Our Civilization Were To Sober Up For A Couple Of Days It'd Die Of Remorse On The Third.

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.