If I Fished Only To Capture Fish,

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.

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

Adam Larey Gazed With Hard And Wondering Eyes Down The Silent Current Of The Red River Upon Which He Meant To Drift Away Into The Desert

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

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.