I will make plain the mysterious and secret, for he is I, and I am he. I will make myself into a millipede with a thousand scrambling legs and crawl into the corners and crevices, and my footprints become horrible things, for I am a horrible thing. The footprints of the little mouse are cute things, because the mouse is cute; but my footprints become horrible things, the little lines I leave in the dirt are horrible, because I am a scrambling millipede - a thoroughly horrible thing. I am broken down into a hundred cockroaches, and infest my own kitchen and bathroom - I am the It, the cockroach nest, filled with hideousness and terrible emotion. Ten of me crawl out across the wall, thus climbing lazily the wall, and the children say of me, "Look, they stick to the wall - how do they stick to the wall? - are their feet sticky?" I am the mystic who has become one with cockroach nests and millipedes - I am filled with hideousness, O, I am a disgusting creature.