It Echoed Loudly Within Him Because He

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.

There Is A Taint Of Death, A Flavour Of Mortality In Lies.

Everything Belonged To Him--but That Was A Trifle. The Thing To Know Was What He Belonged To, How Many Powers Of Darkness Claimed Him For Their Own.

Madness Alone Is Truly Terrifying, Inasmuch As You Cannot Placate It By Threats, Persuasion, Or Bribes.

It Made You Feel Very Small, Very Lost, And Yet It Was Not Altogether Depressing, That Feeling. After All, If You Were Small, The Grimy Beetle Crawled On - Which Was Just What You Wanted It To Do.