Ну надо же, и здох в сраной Балтиморе от передоза настойки опия
Как это там называется, не реланиум.

Said we, then-the two, then: "Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls-
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls-
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds-
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds-
Have drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls-
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?"