Every Once In A While I Feel

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

Far Away Tongariro! Green - White Thundering Athabasca River Of New Zealand! I Vowed I Would Come Again Down Across The Pacific To Fish In The Swift Cold Waters Of This Most Beautiful And Famous Of Trout Streams. It Is Something To Have Striven. It Is Much To Have Kept Your Word.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.