There’ll Be Tears. Some more sound advice and tips from Adelita, my cheery, well-informed, incisive and upright demonette.
For any Latinists out there, here’s the quotation in, well, Latin.
Efficiut Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant.
And for any stray Lovecraftians, a true morsel from that most excellent book, the Kitab Al-Azif, aka the Necronomicon.
Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head. … For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
This whole jumble of pop wisdom comes straight out of H.P. Lovecraft’s The Festival. I “dedicate” it to the mindless clowns currently trying to construct another Gulf of Tonkin Incident only this time in the Strait of Ormuz. Make of it what you will and have a grand weekend.