Sublime

And sitting cross-legged in the throne is Herne. He wears a long tunic of rotten pelts, home to whole dynasties of moth and maggot. In this aspect he has an empty deer skull for a head, but he can take any aspect that he wants: a huntsman with his bow, or a warrior with holly leaves for flesh. He is Cernunnos, the Horned God of beasts and trees and

This is the true and exact account of the Great Cigar Fraud, and the moral of it is this–that civilisation is founded upon abstractions.

I really had the feeling that I had seen the creative quality; which is supernatural.

Those old wild images included a crucial truth. Man is a monster. And he is all the more a monster because one part of him is perfect.

ribald

'Pneumatic

inchoate

He was a nightmare of unmeaning idiocy.

pomaded