Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
I will see this game of life out to its bitter end
Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
I love my work but do not know how I write it.
The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.