I stood in the greeting-card aisle, looking for an appropriate sentiment. Though I searched high and low… — Nick Sagan

...and he died for what?--what thrill?--what cause?--tell me what treasure is worth the oxygen in a good man's brain?

'Tell me who I am.'

'Halloween,' she said.

I'd been rooting against it, but when the word came, it was almost a relief...Hell, I thought. A rose by any other name.

'And who is that?'

'You are my Lord Halloween, Prince of the Marshes, King of Kadath, High Sovereign of the Orange and Black.'

Why did it have to be ? Why couldn't it have been hypermnesia? Or ? Or hypochondria?