Never Insult Seven Men When All Your

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

Adam Larey Gazed With Hard And Wondering Eyes Down The Silent Current Of The Red River Upon Which He Meant To Drift Away Into The Desert

I Will See This Game Of Life Out To Its Bitter End

Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein You Cannot Possibly Have A Bad Time.