An old god, a traveling body without a head, searching everywhere for the missing part of itself. It was once a primordial being, now a decapitated entity. It was the dark, the void, the secret... --From the collected letters of Robert Graves Legrasse, the Belgian anthropologist, came upon a vast mausoleum in the outskirts of Paris during a fieldwork among the ruins of the old city. Here, in a vast stone crypt, he encountered the greatest marvels of human sculpture: statuary of every shape and size, in frescoes whose subjects seemed to be equally numerous. The mausoleum, he soon saw, must have stood in the seventeenth or eighteenth century, and contained objects destined to be the subject of a museum in the future. Statues of every shape and size, some of them as lifelike as living beings, others as half-animals or as mummies, had been piled one upon another in great heaps or rows, forming a Cyclopean labyrinth of titan blocks. The direction of the traffic in these mummies was so that the least movement suggested a rush to some sequestered and presumably forbidden place.