Robert E. Howard,
Skull-Face — The Grip of the Scorpion
(1929)
“ Like fire, like hell-fire the elixir raced along my veins and I was a giant! A monster! A superman!Turning, I strode to the menacing, shadowy doorway. I had no plan; I felt the need of none. As a drunken man walks blithely into danger, I strode to the lair of the Scorpion, magnificently aware of my superiority, imperially confident of my stimulation and sure as the unchanging stars that the way would open before me.Oh, there never was a superman like that who knocked commandingly on the door of Soho 48 that night in the rain and the fog! ”
