Pg. 127:

"And if he lacks eyes, oh, how does his gaze weigh down on us so?

For our gaze upon him does us greater harm still."

You see what I mean about over-erudite crap?

I'm finding it harder and harder to buy that Bleakley even thought that what he was writing about is real. The whole thing is a little too Navidson Record-ish, and, like The Navidson Record, I'm worried that the joke's on me for trying to make sense of this dreck.