It Is An Ill Thing To Meet

But Whatever My Failure, I Have This Thing To Remember - That I Was A Pioneer In My Profession, Just As My Grandfathers Were In Theirs, In That I Was The First Man In This Section To Earn His Living As A Writer.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

I See In The Papers Where Roy Guthrie Committed Suicide. Why, I Wonder?

Know, Oh Prince, That Between The Years When The Oceans Drank Atlantis And The Gleaming Cities, And The Years Of The Rise Of The Sons Of Aryas, There Was An Age Undreamed Of, When Shining Kingdoms Lay Spread Across The World Like Blue Mantles Beneath The Stars.

But Not All Men Seek Rest And Peace; Some Are Born With The Spirit Of The Storm In Their Blood.