The Wild Still Lingered In Him And

But It Did Not All Happen In A Day, This Giving Over Of Himself, Body And Soul, To The Man-animals. He Could Not Immediately Forego His Wild Heritage And His Memories Of The Wild. There Were Days When He Crept To The Edge Of The Forest And Stood And Listened To Something Calling Him Far And Away.

Darn The Wheel Of The World! Why Must It Continually Turn Over? Where Is The Reverse Gear?

He Was Not Immoral, But Merely Unmoral.

More You Drink More You Want

Then One Can't Make A Living Out Of Poetry? Certainly Not. What Fool Expects To? Out Of Rhyming, Yes.