Humour is but the faint terrestrial echo of the hideous laughter of the blind mad gods that squat leeringly and sardonically in caverns beyond the Milky Way. It is a hollow thing, sweet on the outside, but filled with the pathos of fruitless aspiration.
"Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy" edited by S. T. Joshi, (p. 54), 2006.
