When One Is Frank, One's Very Presence

To Wear The Arctic Fox You Have To Kill It.

Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I Go To It; A Grape Tendril Ties A Knot In Knots Till Knotted Thirty Times

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

If We Can't Be Cordial To These Creatures' Fleece, I Think That We Deserve To Freeze.