Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi

I find these pages floating as through a haunted house; where the proverbial bump in the night may merely be the settling of floor boards or, if one is quite imaginative, the whimpering of a shade trapped in the hoary rafters above one's bedchamber at 3 AM. And I have an uneasy feeling most work utterly evaporates among the assorted lairs of les livres très chic  jutted along endless aisles of tomes blessed by undefinable fortune...or cast aside by indiscriminate fate.