Gardens Are Not Made By

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.