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We Are Talking Now Of Summer Evenings In Knoxville, Tennessee, In The Time That I Lived There So Successfully Disguised To Myself As A Child.

It Is The Middle And Pure Height And Whole Of Summer And A Summer Night, The Held Breath, Of A Planet's Year; High Shored Sleeps The Crested Tide: What Day Of The Month I Do Not Know, Which Day Of The Week I Am Not Sure, Far Less What Hour Of The Night.

God Doesn't Believe In The Easy Way.

Isn’t Every Human Being Both A Scientist And An Artist; And In Writing Of Human Experience, Isn’t There A Good Deal To Be Said For Recognizing That Fact And For Using Both Methods?

I Know The Most Important Faculty To Develop Is One For Hard, Continuous And Varied Work And Living; But The Difference Between Knowing This And Doing Anything Consistent About It Is Often Abysmal.