in our own way, afraid, and in the dark
By way of Lady Grantham,
Ghouls came here often,
Seeing not with any eyes.
You have invited Strallan:
But life is a game, and we must appear ridiculous
With our starts of horror at our cosmic voyages.
I will ask Thomas.
No matter what comes,
Consciousness will manifest:
It is the frightened meeping of a ghoul.
This was not Jimmy’s idea;
I like a man of strong beliefs,
But against my will he carried me
Beyond the last rim of the galaxy.
cut-up piece generated by prosaic from a corpus of Downton Abbey subtitles and selected H.P. Lovecraft works.