God Made The World, My Lord, And

There Is Something About Safari Life That Makes You Forget All Your Sorrows And Feel As If You Had Drunk Half A Bottle Of Champagne - Bubbling Over With Heartfelt Gratitude For Being Alive. One Only Feels Really Free When One Can Go In Whatever Direction One Pleases Over The Plains, To Get To The River At Sundown And Pitch One's Camp, With The Knowledge That One Can Fall Asleep Beneath Other Trees, With Another View Before One, The Next Night.

Here And There, In Some Older Houses, Old Faded Daguerreotypes Still Hang On The Walls... They Seem To Us To Be Very Simple... Compared With The Artistic And Skillful Portraits Made In Later Days... Here Was A Photograph That At One Time Had Been The Last Word, A Very Modern Portrait... Today It Is Just A Part Of Cultural History. The Small Yellowed Surface Has Acquired Depth, An Admonishing Perspective. We Hold In Our Hand A Symbol Of The Structure And Ideology Of An Epoch.

Africa, Amongst The Continents, Will Teach It To You: That God And The Devil Are One, The Majesty Coeternal, Not Two Uncreated But One Uncreated, And The Natives Neither Confounded The Persons Nor Divided The Substance.

Through The Loveliness And Power Of Her Dream World She Was Now, In Her Old Frock And Botched Shoes, Very Likely The Loveliest, Mightiest And Most Dangerous Person On Earth

God Made The World Round So We Would Never Be Able To See Too Far Down The Road.