[…] the knocking at the gate, which succeeds to the murder of Duncan, produced to my feelings an effect for which I could never account: the effect was—that it reflected back upon the murder a peculiar awfulness and a depth of solemnity […]

He had a bum trip on that mescaline.

We discovered that our first idea would never work, so we were back to square one.

We are for reasons that, after perusing this manuscript, you may be able to guess, going away again this time to Central Asia […]