Go Strip Off Your Clothes That Are

But It Did Not All Happen In A Day, This Giving Over Of Himself, Body And Soul, To The Man-animals. He Could Not Immediately Forego His Wild Heritage And His Memories Of The Wild. There Were Days When He Crept To The Edge Of The Forest And Stood And Listened To Something Calling Him Far And Away.

He Was A Killer, A Thing That Preyed, Living On The Things That Lived, Unaided, Alone, By Virtue Of His Own Strength And Prowess, Surviving Triumphantly In A Hostile Environment Where Only The Strong Survive.

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.

Some Sorts Of Truth Are Truer Than Others.

You Can't Wait For Inspiration. You Have To Go After It With A Club.