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Africa, Amongst The Continents, Will Teach It To You: That God And The Devil Are One, The Majesty Coeternal, Not Two Uncreated But One Uncreated, And The Natives Neither Confounded The Persons Nor Divided The Substance.

I Do Not Think That I Could Ever Really Love A Woman Who Had Not, At One Time Or Another, Been Up On A Broomstick.

I Had A Farm In Africa, At The Foot Of The Ngong Hills. The Equator Runs Across These Highlands, A Hundred Miles To The North, And The Farm Lay At An Altitude Of Over Six Thousand Feet. In The Day-time You Felt That You Had Got High Up, Near To The Sun, But The Early Mornings And Evenings Were Limpid And Restful, And The Nights Were Cold.

One May Take Many Liberties With God Which One Cannot Take With Men.

I Beg Of You, You Good People Who Want To Hear Stories Told: Look At This Page And Recognize The Wisdom Of My Grandmother And Of All Old Story-telling Women!