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I'll Have You Know I Do The Swearing On This Ship. If I Need Your Assitance I'll Call You." Capt. Wolf Larsen

I Write For No Other Purpose Than To Add To The Beauty That Now Belongs To Me.

They Were Not Half Living, Or Quarter Living. They Were Simply So Many Bags Of Bones In Which Sparks Of Life Fluttered Faintly.

. . . And God Knows We Are Sensitive To The Suffering That Has Sometimes Broken Loose To Come Billowing Forth From Your Appendages Like The Pungent Vapors Of Whales - Often It Appears That In This Life Of Experience And Accommodation We Pay Just As Dearly For Our Triumphs As We Do For Our Defeats. But Sissy . . . Hold On!

To Be Able To Forget Means Sanity.