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I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

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

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

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein You Cannot Possibly Have A Bad Time.