Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone-I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

I like coffee exceedingly.

Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.

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

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

I am, indeed, an absolute materialist so far as actual belief goes; with not a shred of credence in any form of supernaturalism—religion, spiritualism, transcendentalism, metempsychosis, or immortality.