Life Is A Hideous Thing.

If I Am Mad, It Is Mercy! May The Gods Pity The Man Who In His Callousness Can Remain Sane To The Hideous End!

The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To Strange Things Which Men Cannot See.

In Theory I Am An Agnostic, But Pending The Appearance Of Rational Evidence I Must Be Classed, Practically And Provisionally, As An Atheist. The Chance's Of Theism's Truth Being To My Mind So Microscopically Small, I Would Be A Pedant And A Hypocrite To Call Myself Anything Else.

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.

Something Like Fear Chilled Me As I Sat There In The Small Hours Alone-i Say Alone, For One Who Sits By A Sleeper Is Indeed Alone; Perhaps More Alone Than He Can Realise.