It Might, Too, Have Been The Singular

Nyarlathotep . . . The Crawling Chaos . . . I Am The Last . . . I Will Tell The Audient Void. . . .

To The Scientist There Is The Joy In Pursuing Truth Which Nearly Counteracts The Depressing Revelations Of Truth.

Pleasure To Me Is Wonder—the Unexplored, The Unexpected, The Thing That Is Hidden And The Changeless Thing That Lurks Behind Superficial Mutability. To Trace The Remote In The Immediate; The Eternal In The Ephemeral; The Past In The Present; The Infinite In The Finite; These Are To Me The Springs Of Delight And Beauty.

We Love Kitties, Gawd Bless Their Little Whiskers, And We Don't Give A Damn Whether They Or We Are Superior Or Inferior! They're Confounded Pretty, And That's All We Know And All We Need To Know!

There Is No Field Other Than The Weird In Which I Have Any Aptitude Or Inclination For Fictional Composition. Life Has Never Interested Me So Much As The Escape From Life.