"True. Though none of them ever really get that morbid about it. Well, except for the one or two who like to define themselves by their unfashionable angst. Or their highly fashionable feelings of Sturm und Drang." She smiled a little, thinking of the gloomy Mongrove and the spectacularly gothic Werther de Goethe. "There are stories I could tell you—well, actually, you might be able to read them at some point, if I can ever get the books in. A good friend of mine wrote a series of novels based on the stories I told him about the End of Time. They're rather good, actually."