He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

Modern society, based as it is on the division of labor, can be preserved only under conditions of lasting peace.

Meantime the Newspaper of Record goes around in a little pleated skirt shaking pompoms, leaping in the air with an idiot grin if so much as a cement mixer passes by.

God!...If only I had not read so much Egyptology before coming to this land which is the fountain of all darkness and terror!

Written By H.P. Lovecraft

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