By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
Edgar Allan PoeEven for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
Edgar Allan PoeIt all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin
Edgar Allan Poe