Just Go With It. It Won't Hurt.'

Without Dreams, There Could Be No Despair.

What Would Be The Fun In Doing Things You Know Are Going To Work?

Black As Night, Sweet As Sin.

Soon Enough His Head Would Be Swimming With Tales Of Derring-do And High Adventure, Tales Of Beautiful Maidens Kissed, Of Evildoers Shot With Pistols Or Fought With Swords, Of Bags Of Gold, Of Diamonds As Big As The Tip Of Your Thumb, Of Lost Cities And Of Vast Mountains, Of Steam-trains And Clipper Ships, Of Pampas, Oceans, Deserts, Tundra.

Nobody's American," Said Wednesday. "not Originally. That's My Point.