A Mountain With A Wolf On It

The Zest For Life Of Those Unusual Men And Women Who Make A Great Zealous Success Of Living Is Due More Often In Good Part To The Craftiness And Pertinacity With Which They Manage To Overlook The Misery Of Others. You Can Watch Them Watch Life Beat The Stuffing Out Of The Faces Of Their Friends And Acquaintances, Although They Themselves Seem To Outwit The Dense Delays Of Social Custom, The Tedious Tick-tock Of Bureaucratic Obfuscation, Accepting Loss And Age And Change And Disappointment Without Suffering Punctures In Their Stomach Lining.

If Two People Are In Love They Can Sleep On The Blade Of A Knife.

A Mountain With A Wolf On It Stands A Little Taller.

Summer Is When We Believe, All Of A Sudden, That If We Just Walked Out The Back Door And Kept On Going Long Enough And Far Enough We Would Reach The Rocky Mountains.

Many Divorces Are Not Really The Result Of Irreparable Injury But Involve, Instead, A Desire On The Part Of The Man Or Woman To Shatter The Setup, Start Out From Scratch Alone, And Make Life Work For Them All Over Again. They Want The Risk Of Disaster, Want To Touch Bottom, See Where Bottom Is, And, Coming Up, To Breathe The Air With Relief And Relish Again.