If I Fished Only To Capture Fish,

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.