" On a number of occasions I have tried, out of a sense of duty aggravated by a suspicion that my literary taste buds have been defective on previous attempts, to read Izaak Walton's The Compleat Angler beyond, oh, say page 25 or 30. It was no use. By the time I had endured the compulsively dreary discourse of Piscator, Venator, and Auceps through a dozen pages, I was bored so stiff that my wife had to call the children to help me out of the chair and up to bed."
AMEN!
Allan
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Allan Fish
Greenwood, IN
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Greenwood, IN
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