Prelude:
"Beware the autumn people… For some, autumn comes early, stays
late through life…For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the
only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The
dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No:
the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from
their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eyes? The snake. What hears
with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm
for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy
forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make
all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web
hears them, trembles- breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of
them."
(Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")
Blogger:
"Intentionally or unconsciously, they confuse self-parody with
creativity. They tear down and think they are engaged in creative
destruction, only what they rebuild is nothing but a cheap and ugly
mockery of what stood there before."
Commenter:
"It is a small step from Autumn People to orcish hordes."
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