RockRoll Doctor

{{quote|<big>'''H'''</big>ush! <big>'''I'''</big> hear something, down--down in the cellars. <br><big>'''I'''</big>t is a creaking sound. <big>'''M'''</big>y <big>'''G'''</big>od, it is the opening of the great, oak trap. <br><big>'''W'''</big>hat can be doing that? <big>'''T'''</big>he scratching of my pen deafens me. . . . . . . <big>'''I'''</big> must listen. . . . . . . <big>'''T'''</big>here are steps on the stairs; <br>strange padding steps, that come up and nearer. . . . <big>'''J'''</big>esus, be merciful to me, an old man. <br>There is something fumbling at the door-handle. <big>'''O'''</big> <big>'''G'''</big>od, help me now! <big>'''J'''</big>esus--<big>'''T'''</big>he door is opening--slowly. <big>'''S'''</big>omethi----.<ref>[[William Hope Hodgson]]</ref>}}<br>

{{quote|<big>'''T'''</big>here are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.<br><big>'''E'''</big>ven with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.[...]<br><big>'''A'''</big>nd <big>'''D'''</big>arkness and <big>'''D'''</big>ecay and the <big>'''R'''</big>ed <big>'''D'''</big>eath held illimitable dominion over all.<ref>[[Edgar Allan Poe]]</ref>}} <br>

 

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