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We Have Doomed The Wolf Not For What It Is, But For What We Deliberately And Mistakenly Perceive It To Be –the Mythologized Epitome Of A Savage Ruthless Killer – Which Is, In Reality, No More Than A Reflected Image Of Ourself.

Inaction Will Cause A Man To Sink Into The Slough Of Despond And Vanish Without A Trace.

I Write Better In Cape Breton... Too Many People Around In Ontario. Down There I Meet All Sorts Of Non-human People, But They Don't Bother Me, And I Don't Feel I Have To Apologize On Behalf Of My Species Quite So Often.

Don't Make A Big Distinction Between Fiction And Non-fiction. These Are Arbitrary Distinctions.

Mutt Enjoyed Traveling By Car, But He Was An Unquiet Passenger. He Suffered From The Delusion, Common To Dogs And Small Boys, That When He Was Looking Out The Right-hand Side, He Was Probably Missing Something Far More Interesting On The Left-hand Side.