Daughter Am I In My Mother's House,

Many Wear The Robes, But Few Walk The Way." The Lama In Kim

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

Politics Are Not My Concern.... They Impressed Me As A Dog's Life Without A Dog's Decencies.

When The Man Waked Up He Said, 'what Is Wild Dog Doing Here?' And The Woman Said, 'his Name Is Not Wild Dog Any More, But The First Friend, Because He Will Be Our Friend For Always And Always And Always.'