Recursion into madness

“I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons—the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown. And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt”

Though you might well argue that the risk of us dropping the quality control gets higher the cheaper it gets to churn things out with AI.

  The Milk-and-Water School 
  Alas! she would not hear my prayer!
  Yet it were rash to tear my hair;
  Disfigured, I should be less fair.

  She was unwise, I may say blind;
  Once she was lovingly inclined;
  Some circumstance has changed her mind.


  The Strong-Minded or Matter-of-Fact School 
  Well! so my offer was no go!
  She might do worse, I told her so;
  She was a fool to answer "No".

  However, things are as they stood;
  Nor would I have her if I could,
  For there are plenty more as good.


  The Spasmodic or German School 
  Firebrands and Daggers! hope hath fled!
  To atoms dash the doubly dead!
  My brain is fire--my heart is lead!

  Her soul is flint, and what am I?
  Scorch'd by her fierce, relentless eye,
  Nothingness is my destiny!