The Ghostly Winter Silence Had Given Way

Having No New Companions, Nothing Remained For Him But To Read.

The Aim Of Life Was Meat. Life Itself Was Meat. Life Lived On Life. There Were The Eaters And The Eaten.

Out Of This Pack-persecution He Learned Two Important Things: How To Take Care Of Himself In A Mass-fight Against Him; And How, On A Single Dog, To Inflict The Greatest Amount Of Damage In The Briefest Space Of Time.

Life Is Not A Matter Of Holding Good Cards, But Sometimes, Playing A Poor Hand Well.

I Write For No Other Purpose Than To Add To The Beauty That Now Belongs To Me.