I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

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.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

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

I Can Write Best In The Silence And Solitude Of The Night, When Everyone Has Retired.