Fling me to Tartarus, deliver me to the black infernal Furies, let them blind me, seethe me in the burning lake. For so should there yet be hope. But in this horror of Nothing is neither hope nor life nor death nor sleep nor waking, for ever. For ever.
Ch. 28 : Zora Rach Nam Psarrion, p. 427 - The Worm Ouroboros (1922)