He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planetโs intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.
Richard MathesonAs her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.
Richard MathesonAnd, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.
Richard Matheson