Lingering Is So Very Lonely When One

Oh How I Hate People!

Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.

Gormenghast, That Is, The Main Massing Of The Original Stone, Taken By Itself Would Have Displayed A Certain Ponderous Architectural Quality Were It Possible To Have Ignored The Circumfusion Of Those Mean Dwellings That Swarmed Like An Epidemic Around It S Outer Walls.

Years On End, And Swords On End - Where Will It End, If Our Ears Unbend - What Shall I Spend On A Wrinkled Friend In A Pair Of Tights Like A Bunch Of Lights?

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.