If You Write One Story, It May

They Say That None Of Us Exists, Except In The Imagination Of His Fellows, Other Than As An Intangible, Invisible Mentality.

We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of Habit, And When The Seeeming Necessity For Schooling Ourselves In New Ways Ceases To Exist, We Fall Naturally And Easily Into The Manner And Customs Which Long Usage Has Implanted Ineradicably Within Us.

I Am Tarzan Of The Apes. I Want You. I Am Yours. You Are Mine. We Live Here Together Always In My House. I Will Bring You The Best Of Fruits, The Tenderest Deer, The Finest Meats That Roam The Jungle. I Will Hunt For You. I Am The Greatest Of The Jungle Fighters. I Will Fight For You. I Am The Mightiest Of The Jungle Fighters. You Are Jane Porter, I Saw It In Your Letter. When You See This You Will Know That It Is For You And That Tarzan Of The Apes Loves You.

The More One Listens To Ordinary Conversations The More Apparent It Becomes That The Reasoning Faculties Of The Brain Take Little Part In The Direction Of The Vocal Organs.

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