I Hope I Have Found Myself, My

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

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.

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

I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger Into My Treasure Mine And Stint Nothing Of Time, Toil, Or Torture.