While I Was Reading Outside Today...

I came across this passage

"It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls - as little as we like to admit it, human experience tends, in a good many ways, to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror, that one coincidental evil begets others, often more deliberate, evils, until finally blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. That such events have their own Rude Goldberg absurdity goes almost without saying. That may be at the point, it all starts to become rather funny. That may be be the point at which sanity begins to either save its self or to buckle and break down; that point whens one's sense of humor begins to resurface.
Louis Creed might have harbored such thoughts if he had been thinking rationally..."

What a passage i say, deeply detailed of how someone is feeling but also at the same time awe inspiring and shows the writing class of one of the worlds best novelists