Last Paragraph of the Epilogue:

Ten years ago, I visited my sons’ school for Halloween and played clips from 1930s horror movies. The next year I returned and did the same for 1940s movies. The children loved them all. Both times I felt through them the same excitement that I knew at their age, the sense of discovery and wonder. But never on a single afternoon, never with the ability to pluck out the memorable scenes and fast forward over the rest. Growing up a monster-boomer took patience and dedication, and left me with a mythology: a dark one perhaps, but as rich and meaningful as any yet disclosed to us mere mortals.

A QUAINT & CURIOUS VOLUME OF FORGOTTEN LORE
The Mythology & History of Classic Horror Films
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