An horrific evil about which I suspected nothing at all until the demented duck caused them to come out of the swamps and scum and slime where they were living all the time.
A great good to know even though the know is all about EVIL?
I don't know. How does that help me in any way? It causes great despair in fact. But still is knowing ALWAYS BETTER than not knowing even if in the knowing it causes you much grief?
