I have written about Sostratus elsewhere, describing his bulk and enormous strength; how he lived in the open air on Parnassus, slept rough, ate what the mountain provided, and performed deeds which matched his name—killing robbers, and making roads through unbroken country and bridges over impassable places.
If you ask how religion thus falls on the thorns and faces death, and in the very act annuls annihilation, I cannot explain the matter, for it is religion's secret, and to understand it you must yourself have been a religious man of the extremer type.
Burger, though, is a discarder rather than a collector; what items there are have a personal or aesthetic appeal: a few bits of stone that look like a miniature segment of Stonehenge; a pack of Max Maven playing cards, named after a famous mentalist, a good friend of Burger's; a couple of trick devices, including one shaped like a skull; and a few lavishly weird bizarre majick books, these the work of Tony Andruzzi, a local magician.
For all practical purposes the old carbon arcs, which were the backbone of film lighting, are no longer used.
