Prof. Walter Jameson: It's death that gives this world its point. We love a rose because we know it'll soon be gone. Whoever loved a stone?
Narrator: [Closing Narration] Last stop on a long journey, as yet another human being returns to the vast nothingness that is the beginning and into the dust that is always the end.
Professor Sam Kittridge: I thought if a man lived forever, he'd grow wiser. But that isn't true, is it?
Prof. Walter Jameson: You just go on living, that's all.
Narrator: [Opening Narration] You're looking at Act One, Scene One, of a nightmare, one not restricted to witching hours of dark, rainswept nights. Professor Walter Jameson, popular beyond words, who talks of the past as if it were the present, who conjures up the dead as if they were alive.
Narrator: [continued opening narration after character dialogue] In the view of this man, Professor Samuel Kittridge, Walter Jameson has access to knowledge that couldn't come out of a volume of history, but rather from a book on black magic, which is to say that this nightmare begins at noon.