A Time For Prayer "in Times Of

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Is What Befell And Be-happened And Became And Was, O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild. The Dog Was Wild, And The Horse Was Wild, And The Cow Was Wild, And The Sheep Was Wild, And The Pig Was Wild -as Wild As Wild Could Be - And They Walked In The Wet Wild Woods By Their Wild Lones. But The Wildest Of All The Wild Animals Was The Cat. He Walked By Himself And All Places Were Alike To Him

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition