People Protect What They Love.

I Am Absolutely Enraptured By The Atmosphere Of A Wreck. A Dead Ship Is The House Of A Tremendous Amount Of Life-fish And Plants. The Mixture Of Life And Death Is Mysterious, Even Religious. There Is The Same Sense Of Peace And Mood That You Feel On Entering A Cathedral.

From Birth, Man Carries The Weight Of Gravity On His Shoulders. He Is Bolted To Earth. But Man Has Only To Sink Beneath The Surface And He Is Free.

I Experimented With All Possible Maneuvers-loops, Somersaults And Barrel Rolls. I Stood Upside Down On One Finger And Burst Out Laughing, A Shrill, Distorted Laugh. Nothing I Did Altered The Automatic Rhythm Of The Air. Delivered From Gravity And Buoyancy, I Flew Around In Space.

To Restate An Old Law - When A Man Bites A Fish, That's Good, But When A Fish Bites A Man, That's Bad. This Is One Way Of Saying It's All Right If Man Kills An Animal, But If An Animal Attacks Man, The Act Is Reprehensible.

It Is Certain That The Study Of Human Psychology, If It Were Undertaken Exclusively In Prisons, Would Also Lead To Misrepresentation And Absurd Generalizations.