Eeek!!! This book freaks me out every time. Headless Basil is disquieting enough, and then you flip it over, and the book turns out to have entirely and accurately prophesied your whole entire life! Basil, you bastard, you cursed me! A Man. A Cat. A Bed. HOW DID YOU KNOW? I WASN’T EVEN ALIVE IN 1965, the year this thing was published.
“With every breath he took—he exhaled DOOM.” Yeah, maybe he did—what's it to you? Betcha, if you’d been through what he’d been through, even just half of it, you’d exhale DOOM yourself, from your bed, with your cat by your side.