Fascism was upon us. I had a fleeting vision of myself as the lunatic [Hildred] Castaigne, maneuvering to succeed in a world gone doubly mad. Although unnerving, this image was strangely empowering: As a lunatic, I needn’t fight the tide or stand in judgment of it, only claim my own private victories when I could.
-- from The Truth of Carcosa, by Jacob Rollinson














