"Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness".
Some nights there is another sound. The panther. It screams... like a woman. I don't like that.
I like the dark. It's friendly.
No. He ain't beautiful. He's an evil creature, ma'am. You read...your Bible. In Revelations - when the Book is talking about the worst beast of them all -- it says, "And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard."
...Yes, ma'am, like a leopard... but not a leopard. I guess that fits this fellow.
Go loose evil upon the world -- a psychic necessity -- a desire for death-- to loose evil --a desire for death -- to loose evil -- a desire for death
--- I don't feel that you can help me. You are very wise. You know a great deal. Yet when you speak of the soul, you mean the mind...and it is not my mind that is troubled.
Speak. You can't speak
-- there's nothing you can say.
There's only silence.
But I love silence
--I love loneliness
"But black sin hath betrayed to endless night
My world, both parts, and both parts must die".