It Was A Decent New Year's, But

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.

A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is Not To Interfere With Any Fishermans Ways Of Being Happy, Unless You Want To Be Hated.