Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution. - Jean Lorrain
Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. - J.R.R. Tolkien