I Used To Fish The Border Rivers,

I Learned Words, I Learned Words; But Half Of Them Died From Lack Of Exercise. And The Ones I Use Often Look At Me With A Look That Whispers, Liar.

It's Like Breathing In And Out To Me. It's Like Having A Conversation With Someone Who Isn't There. Because It Has To Be Addressed To Somebody - Not A Particular Person, Or Very Rarely.

In Some Ways I'm A Reticent Man, And For Quite A Number Of Years There Wasn't Very Much Of My Real True Deep Feelings In My Writing.

Well, I Love Fishing. I Wouldn't Kill A Fly Myself But I've No Hesitation In Killing A Fish. A Lot Of Men Are Like That. No Bother. Out You Come. Thump. And That's Not The Only Reason.

Anybody Who Writes Doesn't Like To Be Misunderstood.