And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh — but smile no more.
Edgar Allan PoeIt may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
Edgar Allan Poe