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One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good Talk Necessarily. It's Just It. Some Women Will Stay In A Man's Memory If They Once Walked Down A Street.