Never Insult Seven Men When All Your

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

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.

I Did Not Have One Bad Spell During Writing - An Unprecedented Record.

Men May Rise On Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves To Higher Things.