London Is An Endless Skirmish Between Angles

The Summer Stretched Out The Daylight As If On A Rack. Each Moment Was Drawn Out Until Its Anatomy Collapsed. Time Broke Down. The Day Progressed In An Endless Sequence Of Dead Moments.

My Google-fu Is Strong.

A Scholar Can Never Let Mere Wrongness Get In The Way Of The Theory.

The Weaver Is A Really Godlike Power. It's Not Even A Blind Idiot God, A Sort Of Lovecraft Thing, It's Just A Purely Capricious God. It's An Intelligence You Can't Understand, So You Can't Trust It." -amazon.com Interview

There Are Only So Many Ways To Experience Pain. There Are An Almost Limitless Number Of Ways To Inflict It, But The Pain Itself, Initially Vividly Distinct In All Its Specifications, Becomes, Inevitably, Just Pain.