I write to escape; to escape poverty.

The lion was quite close to him now – but a few paces intervened – he crouched, and then, with a deafening roar, he sprang.

So this was love! I had escaped it for all the years I had roamed the five continents and their encircling seas; in spite of beautiful women and urging opportunity; in spite of a half-desire for love and a constant search for my ideal, it had remained for me to fall furiously and hopelessly in love with a creature from another world, of a species similar possibly, yet not identical with mine.

John!” cried Lady Greystoke, running toward him, “how could I have been mistaken? I-” but the rest of the sentence was lost as Tarzan of the Apes sprang into the room and taking his mate in his arms covered her lips with kisses.

I had learned from Kantos Kan the secret of opening these gates, and in another moment my twenty great fighting men stood within the doomed city of Zodanga.

As a matter of fact I presume I gave little attention to seeking an excuse, for I love a good fight too well to need any other reason for joining in when one is afoot. So.

And what difference does it make, anyway, what you like and what you don’t like? You are here for but an instant, and you mustn’t take yourself too seriously.

Why does The Sheik, my father, not love me, too?

I wish to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been.

Captain Billings,” he drawled finally, “if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass.