Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range.

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror,and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare.

In theory I am an agnostic, but pending the appearance of rational evidence I must be classed, practically and provisionally, as an atheist. The chance's of theism's truth being to my mind so microscopically small, I would be a pedant and a hypocrite to call myself anything else.

There was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious rustics will say and believe anything.