Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

I Write To Escape ... To Escape Poverty.

I Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

The Jungle Which Is Presided Over By Kudu, The Sun, Is A Very Different Jungle From That Of Goro, The Moon. The Diurnal Jungle Has Its Own Aspect--its Own Lights And Shades, Its Own Birds, Its Own Blooms, Its Own Beasts ... The Lights And Shades Of The Nocturnal Jungle Are As Different As One Might Imagine The Lights And Shades Of Another World To Differ From Those Of Our World.

For A Time Jack Was Angry; But When He Had Been Without The Jacket For A Short While He Began To Realize That Being Half-clothed Is Infinitely More Uncomfortable Than Being Entirely Naked. Soon He Did Not Miss His Clothing In The Least, And From That He Came To Revel In The Freedom Of His Unhampered State.