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Nature Will Not Be Conquered, But Gives Herself Freely To Her True Lover - To Him Who Revels With Her, Bathes In Her Seas, Sails Her Rivers, Camps In Her Woods, And With No Mercenary Ends, Accepts All.

The Story Goes On In The Sense That At A Most Basic Level, The United States Ignored, That Is Violated, The United Nations Charter When It Invaded Iraq In 2003. This Is Not Wise Policy.

The Fisherman Has A Harmless, Preoccupied Look; He Is A Kind Of Vagrant, That Nothing Fears. He Blends Himself With The Trees And The Shadows. All His Approaches Are Gentle And Indirect. He Times Himself To The Meandering, Soliloquizing Stream; He Addresses Himself To It As A Lover To His Mistress; He Woos It And Stays With It Till He Knows Its Hidden Secrets. Where It Deepens His Purpose Deepens; Where It Is Shallow He Is Indifferent. He Knows How To Interpret Its Every Glance And Dimple; Its Beauty Haunts Him For Days.

The Tendinous Part Of The Mind, So To Speak, Is More Developed In Winter; The Fleshy, In Summer. I Should Say Winter Had Given The Bone And Sinew To Literature, Summer The Tissues And The Blood.

The Thing That I Focus On Because I Don't Think It Gets Enough Attention Is That Among The World's Major Powers, There Is Still A Nuclear Balance Of Terror - I'm Talking About Between The United States And Russia, The United States And China.