Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice

Memory Sometimes Makes Merciful Deletions.

I Can Look Back . . . At Two Distinct Periods Of Opinion Whose Foundations I Have Successively Come To Distrust - A Period Before 1919 Or So, When The Weight Of Classic Authority Unduly Influenced Me, And Another Period From 1919 To About 1925, When I Placed Too High A Value On The Elements Of Revolt, Florid Colour, And Emotional Extravagance Or Intensity.

There Are Horrors Beyond Life's Edge That We Do Not Suspect, And Once In A While Man's Evil Prying Calls Them Just Within Our Range.

Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice To The Noises.

The Darkness Always Teemed With Unexplained Sound - And Yet He Sometimes Shook With Fear Lest The Noises He Heard Subside And Allow Him To Hear Certain Other Fainter Noises Which He Suspected Were Lurking Behind Them.