Shall I bend low, and in a bond-mans key / With bated breath, and whiſpring humbleneſſe, / Say this:

Like the deathless vampire who must repeat its stalk-and-kill cycle in order to satisfy a recurring blood hunger, the earliest film horrors cannibalized its literary ancestry again and again.

This includes interpreters for many of the world’s languages and 50 dirndl-clad waitresses versed in the intricacies of serving at Munich Oktoberfests.

At best, he is but a channel to convey to the National Assembly such matter as may import that body to know.