So we see Edward as a young man on the road and he meets a giant and he brings the giant to a circus where he meets a Miss Calloway. He sees the woman of his dreams and I am the only one who knows who she is.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
I'm saying: to be continued, until we meet again. Meanwhile, keep on listening and tapping your feet.

