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A Writer's Work Is To Witness Things.

The Zest For Life Of Those Unusual Men And Women Who Make A Great Zealous Success Of Living Is Due More Often In Good Part To The Craftiness And Pertinacity With Which They Manage To Overlook The Misery Of Others. You Can Watch Them Watch Life Beat The Stuffing Out Of The Faces Of Their Friends And Acquaintances, Although They Themselves Seem To Outwit The Dense Delays Of Social Custom, The Tedious Tick-tock Of Bureaucratic Obfuscation, Accepting Loss And Age And Change And Disappointment Without Suffering Punctures In Their Stomach Lining.

If Human Nature Eventually Is Going To Take The Place Of Nature Everywhere, Those Of Us Who Have Been Naturalists Will Have To Transpose The Faith In Nature Which Is Inherent In The Profession To A Faith In Man-if Necessary, Man Alone In The World.

Many People Have Believed That They Were Chosen, But None More Baldly Than The Texans.

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.