We White People Think That We Know

Now, After These Things Were Done, The Pharaoh And His Queen Drove Through The Hosts Of Egypt In Their Golden Chariot, And Received The Homage Of The Hosts Ere They Departed Northwards For Thebes. At Nightfall They Returned Again And Sat Side By Side At The Marriage Feast, And Once More Tua Swept Her Harp Of Ivory And Gold, And Sang The Ancient Song Of Him Who Dared Much For Love, And Won The Prize.

Ah! If Man Would But See That Hope Is From Within And Not From Without - That He Himself Must Work Out His Own Salvation.

It Is A Hard Thing When One Has Shot Sixty-five Lions Or More, As I Have In The Course Of My Life, That The Sixty-sixth Should Chew Your Leg Like A Quid Of Tobacco. It Breaks The Routine Of The Thing, And Putting Other Considerations Aside, I Am An Orderly Man And Don't Like That. This Is By The Way.

Truly The Universe Is Full Of Ghosts, Not Sheeted Churchyard Spectres, But The Inextinguishable Elements Of Individual Life, Which Having Once Been, Can Never Die, Though They Blend And Change, And Change Again For Ever.

We White People Think That We Know Everything.