Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. A time will come - but I must not and cannot think! Let me pray that, if I do not survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Return from the grave
It's been six years since I posted here, and I wanted to start over just for fun. So I deleted all the posts that were grammatical nightmares.
