According to fiction, the hillman is a seven-foot combination of malnutrition and hookworm, asleep on his front porch with the dog...s. His great bare feet, dangling off the porch, flap from time to time when the flies get too pesky, but nothing awakens him except a hound's salute to a stranger. Then he shoots up his astounding neck to its full length, ogles the visitor, and on his hunting horn blows a series of long and short blasts that means, "Hide yore stills and oil yore guns; they air a stranger h'yar."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I see in you also there are movements, tremors, tears, desire for the melodious,... I salute your three violinists, endlessly making vibrations, Rigid, relentless, capable of going on for ever;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour... You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new place, Another life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.... Dare to look in thy chest; for 'tis thine own: And tumble up and down what thou find'st there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, sa...lute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hail, bounteous May, that does inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire!... Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »