There Are Hours When I Must Force

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is Not To Interfere With Any Fishermans Ways Of Being Happy, Unless You Want To Be Hated.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.