all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.

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