The World Is Indeed Comic, But The

Some Of Us Awake In The Night With Strange Phantasms Of Enchanted Hills And Gardens, Of Fountains That Sing In The Sun, Of Golden Cliffs Overhanging Murmuring Seas, Of Plains That Stretch Down To Sleeping Cities Of Bronze Andstone, And Of Shadowy Companies Of Heroes That Ride Caparisoned White Horsesalong The Edges Of Thick Forests, And Then We Know That We Have Looked Backthrough The Ivory Gates Into That World Of Wonder That Was Ours, Before We Were Wise And Unhappy.

Life Is Not The Unique Property Of Earth. Nor Is Life In The Shape Of Human Beings. Life Takes Many Forms On Other Planets And Far Stars, Forms That Would Seem Bizarre To Humans, As Human Life Is Bizarre To Other Life-forms.

What I Used To Respect Was Not Really Aristocracy, But A Set Of Personal Qualities Which Aristocracy Then Developed Better Than Any Other System . . . A Set Of Qualities, However, Whose Merit Lay Only In A Psychology Of Non-calculative, Non-competitive Disinterestedness, Truthfulness, Courage, And Generosity Fostered By Good Education, Minimum Economic Stress, And Assumed Position, And Just As Achievable Through Socialism As Through Aristocracy.

Someday Our Piecing Together Of Knowledge Will Open Up Such Terrifying Vistas We Shall Either Go Mad Or Flee Into The Safety Of A New Dark Age.

I Have Harnessed The Shadows That Stride From World To World To Sow Death And Madness.