I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

And there's my poor endeavoring human desk at which I sit so often during the day, facing south, the papers and pencils and the coffee cup with sprigs of alpine fir and a weird orchid of the heights wiltable in one day– My Beechnut gum, my tobacco pouch, dusts, pitiful pulp magazines I have to read, view south to all those snowy majesties– The waiting is long.On Starvation Ridgelittle sticksAre trying to grow.

Il pouvait à peine placer un mot tellement ça l'excitait de vivre.

There ain’t no such thing as lumberjack, that must be a Back East expression. Up here we call ‘em loggers.

What's Your Road, Man?

Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.