It Was A Decent New

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

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

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

Far Away Tongariro! Green - White Thundering Athabasca River Of New Zealand! I Vowed I Would Come Again Down Across The Pacific To Fish In The Swift Cold Waters Of This Most Beautiful And Famous Of Trout Streams. It Is Something To Have Striven. It Is Much To Have Kept Your Word.