"Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex, crime, sins and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores, the corrupt politicians, crooked cops, the stay at homes who close their blinds and pretend nothing is wrong with the world, they will look up and as one shout "Save us!"... and I will look down and whisper "no."