What Would A Mohammedan Vampire Do If

If Men Only Felt About Death As They Do About Sleep, All Terrors Would Cease. . . Men Sleep Contentedly, Assured That They Will Wake The Following Morning. They Should Feel The Same About Their Lives.

We've Forgotten Much. How To Struggle, How To Rise To Dizzy Heights And Sink To Unparalleled Depths. We No Longer Aspire To Anything. Even The Finer Shades Of Despair Are Lost To Us. We've Ceased To Be Runners. We Plod From Structure To Conveyance To Employment And Back Again. We Live Within The Boundaries That Science Has Determined For Us. The Measuring Stick Is Short And Sweet. The Full Gamut Of Life Is A Brief, Shadowy Continuum That Runs From Gray To More Gray. The Rainbow Is Bleached. We Hardly Know How To Doubt Anymore. (“the Thing”)

A Man Could Get Used To Anything If He Had To.

Our World Is In Profound Danger. Mankind Must Establish A Set Of Positive Values With Which To Secure Its Own Survival.

When You Sleep, Your Dream World Is As Real To You As Life, Isn’t It?