One Day A Tortoise Will Learn How

Often I Sort Of Work Up And Down The Manuscript. I Sometimes Used To Go Ahead Of Myself To See What Was Going To Happen Next, To Make Certain It Fits What Was Going To Be Happening Soon.

But The Purpose Of The Book Is Not The Horror, It Is Horror's Defeat.

It Was Long After Midnight And The Stars Looked Damp And Chilly; The Air Was Full Of The Busy Silence Of The Night, Which Is Created By Hundreds Of Small Furry Things Treading Very Carefully In The Hope Of Finding Dinner While Avoiding Being The Main Course.

One Day All Of Us Will Die But - And This Is The Important Thing - We Are Not Dead Yet.

Given Enough Coffee I Could Rule The World