Oh Constance, We Are So Happy.

I Have Always Loved To Use Fear, To Take It And Comprehend It And Make It Work And Consolidate A Situation Where I Was Afraid And Take It Whole And Work From There.

I Shall Weave A Suit Of Leaves. At Once. With Acorns For Buttons.

God! Whose Hand Was I Holding?

No, The Menace Of The Supernatural Is That It Attacks Where Modern Minds Are Weakest, Where We Have Abandoned Our Protective Armor Of Superstition And Have No Substitute Defense.

We Moved Together Very Slowly Toward The House, Trying To Understand Its Ugliness And Ruin And Shame.