He lashed his tail and snarled, but went on eating.
And in such fashion were we saved.

It was a mere accident--the sheerest accident.

Else would I have died, there in Red-Eye's clutch, and there would have been no bridging of time to the tune of a thousand centuries down to a progeny that reads newspapers and rides on electric cars--ay, and that writes narratives of bygone happenings even as this is written..