Just finished reading ‘The Werewolf of Paris’ by Guy Endore and old forgotten classic. Here are a couple of lovely literary morsels…

” There are mornings on which one wakes with the shreds of a dream cobwebbing the cogs of our daytime minds. One was asleep and in a different world. One was sunk in a different medium. Slowly one comes back to daylight and its world suddenly to make one conscious of a strangeness in our usual world, a strangeness that is so fleeing that no one has ever succeeded in analyzing it. But who is there who has not experienced it? ” PG60.