Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me A Beast; For, Man Or Beast, I Am Yours.

I Am Tarzan Of The Apes. I Want You. I Am Yours. You Are Mine. We Live Here Together Always In My House. I Will Bring You The Best Of Fruits, The Tenderest Deer, The Finest Meats That Roam The Jungle. I Will Hunt For You. I Am The Greatest Of The Jungle Fighters. I Will Fight For You. I Am The Mightiest Of The Jungle Fighters. You Are Jane Porter, I Saw It In Your Letter. When You See This You Will Know That It Is For You And That Tarzan Of The Apes Loves You.

I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

Could It Be That There Were Other Things More Desirable Than Cold Logic And Undefiled Brain Power?

It Must Be That I Am Dreaming, And That I Shall Awaken In A Moment To See That Awful Knife Descending Toward My Heart- Kiss Me, Dear, Just Once Before I Lose My Dream Forever." -jane-