At last, though we have delayed it as long as we could, we are now forced to confront the monster, the nameless evil, the "Prince of Metaphysics", who is in reality none other than the Prince of Darkness. We shudder. We tremble - the thought of that ghastly thing in black creeping stealthily along Oxon.'s pavements, his mind filled with obscene lust, the desire for feminine blood and Comparative Religion, fills us with abject fear. But wait! We read Prometheus' poem - he who brings the fire of hope and inspiration into the world - and we draw strength! New hope fills our hearts; Yea, though all around seems black, a dazzling shaft of light now brightens our world, and we fear no longer! (CH)