Now a true ocean is the sky’s open floor—that’s the feeling men love in it, the reason they venture upon it, apart from gain or exploration. - Michael Shea

This is not genuine scholarship! Real research is a coming-to-grips with phenomena. This, as a transcription of the ocean’s infinitely various text, is a fraud, an egregious counterfeit, which patly reduces the Primary Sea’s endlessness to a cozy finitude, such as it pleased this puny entity to regard it, for he must have had but a feeble stomach for enterprise of a dark or difficult kind.

The essence of nightmare lies less in the simple experience of horrors than in the unpreventable fruition of horrors foreknown.

He's here, of course, strictly through his own ambitious carelessness."
"Prime flaws of youth, of course—but also its strengths, this carelessness and ambition.