What though? May there not come one glorious day in the weary year when we may cast aside every grief and every separate care and invite the soul to a day of rest? And in the future, when the days of trouble come, as they will come, I shall remember that grand day of rest, and the abundance of trout and bass wherewith I was comforted.

—George Washington Sears, aka “Nessmuk,” 1883

I heard two noises coming from two separate areas of space over there. One of them could have been an owl, but the other one sounded like a cackling.

—Joshua Leonard, The Blair Witch Project, 1999