Man Is An Essentially Superstitious And Fearful

Ultimate Horror Often Paralyses Memory In A Merciful Way.

While My Chosen Form Of Story-writing Is Obviously A Special And Perhaps A Narrow One, It Is None The Less A Persistent And Permanent Type Of Expression, As Old As Literature Itself. There Will Always Be A Certain Small Percentage Of Persons Who Feel A Burning Curiosity About Unknown Outer Space, And A Burning Desire To Escape From The Prison-house Of The Known And The Real Into Those Enchanted Lands Of Incredible Adventure And Infinite Possibilities Which Dreams Open Up To Us, And Which Things Like Deep Woods, Fantastic Urban Towers, And Flaming Sunsets Momentarily Suggest.

Because We Remember Pain And The Menace Of Death More Vividly Than Pleasure, And Because Our Feelings Toward The Beneficent Aspects Of The Unknown Have From The First Been Captured And Formalised By Conventional Religious Rituals, It Has Fallen To The Lot Of The Darker And More Maleficent Side Of Cosmic Mystery To Figure Chiefly In Our Popular Supernatural Folklore.

We Love Kitties, Gawd Bless Their Little Whiskers, And We Don't Give A Damn Whether They Or We Are Superior Or Inferior! They're Confounded Pretty, And That's All We Know And All We Need To Know!

Nothing Matters, But It's Perhaps More Comfortable To Keep Calm And Not Interfere With Other People.