I saw a great crowd of millions of people. They all had no skulls: their brains sat naked behind their faces. They were all rubbing a spot on their brains, which gave them pleasure. The crowd did nothing but rub their brains: excrement built up in their clothes and their stomachs grew thin from want of food.

And I saw a pack of wolves standing in wait, until the people grew sufficiently weak, awaiting a great feast. And the wolves leapt and attacked the people who did nothing but rub a spot on their brains. And at their center was a giant machine that sent its pleasure-waves by radio to titillate every living human, the whole world a mass of pleasure-seeking hordes. And this machine sent out dreams to the people who rubbed the spot on their brains, and made them blind to the attack of the wolves, for they had grown thin and weak and helpless. And the beasts took back the earth . . . the beasts took back the earth.

Alligators rose up from swamps; mountain lions came down into cities; bears came into the towns; and the beasts reigned, the beasts reigned. And all was sickness and death . . . and Kali. And the Great City fell, the Great City fell once again.