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I Am Glad You Have A Cat, But I Do Not Believe It Is So Remarkable A Cat As My Cat.

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable, Patient To Some Degree, At First Recognized As A Frontier; Useful, Untrustworthy, As A Conveyor Of Commerce; Then Only A Problem Confronting The Builder Of Bridges. The Problem Once Solved, The Brown God Is Almost Forgotten By The Dwellers In Cities-ever, However, Implacable. Keeping His Seasons, And Rages, Destroyer, Reminder Of What Men Choose To Forget. Unhonored, Unpropitiated By Worshippers Of The Machine, But Waiting, Watching And Waiting.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.

An Editor Should Tell The Author His Writing Is Better Than It Is. Not A Lot Better, A Little Better.

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It