"Howard, can't you sleep? You promised you'd be up early tomorrow to look for work."
"I cannot sleep in this accursed place. I seek the balms of Hypnos in vain. My agitated mind ever betrays me, restlessly pursued by fresh horrors, leading me on even unto those grinning caverns of earth’s centre where Nyarlathotep, the mad faceless god, howls blindly to the piping of two amorphous idiot flute-players...."
"Howard, that's klezmer music."