Excess Is The Common Substitute

Writing Is An Undertaking For The Modest.

The Prey Of Fear, He, Always Curtailed, Extinguished, Thwarted By The Dusk, Work Partly Done, Says To The Alternating Blaze, "again The Sun! Anew Each Day; And New And New And New, That Comes Into And Steadies My Soul."

To Wear The Arctic Fox You Have To Kill It.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?