A. Merritt, The Face in the Abyss, novelette… (1923)
“ For remember, I saw his wound, I saw the bracelet of the dinosaurs and I listened to Graydon in his delirium. A man does not tell percisely the same things in the cool blood of health that he raves of in delirium, not at least if these things are but fancies born of that delirium. ”
