Emanating from some kind of cold presence he couldn’t identify came contempt, cold hatred, a bleak nihilism so engulfing that for a dreadful instant he thought he was going to die. What made it so awful was the absolute impersonality of it. It didn’t give a speck of dust for him. It didn’t even notice him. It just rolled on its way, bleaching and razing the life and soul out of anything in its path.