Worms depend on the survival of the human race on the general level, and their demise on the individual level: we’re their favorite food.
Out–out are the lights–out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,And the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy “Man,”And its hero the Conqueror Worm.– E.A.P.
Worms depend on the survival of the human race on the general level, and their demise on the individual level: we’re their favorite food.
Out–out are the lights–out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy “Man,” And its hero the Conqueror Worm. – E.A.P.