I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
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.