Never Explain Anything

Through All This Horror My Cat Stalked Unperturbed. Once I Saw Him Monstrously Perched Atop A Mountain Of Bones, And Wondered At The Secrets That Might Lie Behind His Yellow Eyes.

I Recognise A Distinction Between Dream Life And Real Life, Between Appearances And Actualities. I Confess To An Over-powering Desire To Know Whether I Am Asleep Or Awake--whether The Environment And Laws Which Affect Me Are External And Permanent, Or The Transitory Products Of My Own Brain.

Most Of My Monsters Fail Altogether To Satisfy My Sense Of The Cosmic - The Abnormally Chromatic Entity In The Colour Out Of Space Being The Only One Of The Lot Which I Take Any Pride In.

In Search Of Truth The Hopeful Zealot Goes,but All The Sadder Tums, The More He Knows!

Do Not Call Up Any That You Can Not Put Down.