Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

In Our Rather Stupid Time, Hunting Is Belittled And Misunderstood, Many Refusing To See It For The Vital Vacation From The Human Condition That It Is, Or To Acknowledge That The Hunter Does Not Hunt In Order To Kill; On The Contrary, He Kills In Order To Have Hunted.

Human Vitality Is So Exuberant That In The Sorriest Desert It Still Finds A Pretext For Glowing And Trembling.

The Heart Of Man Does Not Tolerate An Absence Of The Excellent And Supreme.

There Is But One Way Left To Save A Classic; To Give Up Revering Him And Use Him For Our Own Salvation.

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.