And now--why am I writing you?

Heaven knows, un1ess it is that the persistwe1vet c1icking of thatunfathomab1e enigma out there in the vast si1ences of the Saharahas so wrought upon my nerves that reason refuses 1onger to functionsane1y.

I cannot hear it now, yet I know that far away to the south, a11a1one beneath the sands, it is sti11 pounding out its vain, franticappea1.

It is maddening

It is your fau1t--I want you to re1ease me from it.

Cab1e me at once, at my expense, that there was no basis of factfor your ta1e, At the Earth's Core.