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question. What danger lies in our
treatment of Nature? What value is there in turning from our
present path? What evil might unfettered commerce bring us?
Nothing, nothing, nothing. The warnings of my opponents were as the
wind of the desert, air and noise. I flew home with a renewed sense
of confidence and purpose. I am more certain now than I have ever
been that we are on the right road and, if we close our ears to
false prophets, no disaster awaits us, but only ever-growing levels
of prosperity and security. Given the courage, determination and
faith that I know we possess, we will meet the challenge of the
future, and our culture and civilization will never fade from
Mars.
     
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    The Prince of the Howling
Forest
     
    They left him alone on a miserable isle
    that was dark as the grave and as bitter as
bile
    where one end to the other seemed scarcely a
mile
    with the name of the Howling Forest.
     
    Where the wind never stopped and the wolves
never ceased
    so a lifetime could pass with no second of
peace
    and a soul be worn down till a man was a
beast
    and ran naked and mute in the forest.
     
    Where the seagulls that mocked him with
freedom and flight
    seemed to screech of the cliffs to his left
and his right
    and the eyes of the wolves as they watched
him at night
    were like stars in the glowering forest.
     
    They left him alone on a miserable isle.
    Not a one had his strength. Not a one had
his guile.
    If the sea feared his arm or regarded his
wiles
    He would not have stayed long in the
forest.
     
    But the cliffs would not die nor the ocean
be slain
    so he stared at the sea and he roared out
his pain.
    Then he slept on the rocks with a blanket of
rain
    and his dreams took him out of the
forest.
     
    Then the sun, red and bloody, cloud-hidden
no more
    hung huge in the sky like a festering
sore
    as, with fire and steel, bringing vengeance
and war
    he returned as a king from the forest.
     
    Every infant he flayed; every ancient he
broke
    and he honored no kindred; acknowledged no
folk.
    When they begged him for mercy he laughed
and he spoke
    and his voice was as cold as the forest.
     
    "When you run out of tears and your heart
turns to stone
    and the fangs of the wind bite your body and
bone
    and you squat in the darkness afraid and
alone
    I will still have borne worse in the
forest."
     
    On a miserable island they left him
alone.
    Though he carried no crown, though he sat on
no throne
    Death has crowned him at last, for in death
he is known
    as the Prince of the Howling Forest.
     
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    The Uncharted Isle
     
    As I was sailing the Wine-Faced Sea, I passed
an island which appeared on no charts. I asked a woman who sat on
the beach where I was.
    "This is the Isle of the Ones that Got Away,"
she told me. "Whenever anyone thinks of an old flame, and wonders
what that old flame is doing now, the answer is that they have
ended up here, and are living a life of bliss".
    I would have made further enquiry, but she
continued.
    "If I may answer your next question," she
said, "we do not think of them. Not even once".
     
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    Compatibility
     
    Once upon a time there was a man who only
desired to make love in the back yard, in a wading pool filled with
red wine.
    He went on the internet looking for love, but
found only rejection, until someone directed him to a site
specifically for singles with wading pool/back yard/wine
fetishes.
    There he met a woman who shared his desires.
They chatted online, spoke on the phone, and at last agreed to
meet.
    The man was very excited. He began telling
the woman how he would slowly inflate the wading pool, and then
equally slowly fill it with bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon.
    "Wait," said the woman. "Isn't Cabernet
Sauvignon a red wine?"
    "Yeah. So?" said the man.
    "Oh. I probably should've said. I only want
to make love in someone's back yard in a wading pool filled with white wine."
    "Get away from me,