Various authors, Weird Tales (1943)
“ Or do you want what's inside me—my mind—my brain—my mind—" He faltered to a stop, shocked by truth. He put a hand to his brow. "My mind. That's it. You want it, don't you?" "You don't care for the husk that cradles the mind, but you want the intellect. You covet my thought, my life power, my ego. The psychic force, the power of thought and existence—you want all those because that is what you are, aren't you?" ”
