What do you do when you fall far from help?

Pozzo: We wait till we can get up. Then we go on. On!

When I think of it all these years but for me... where would you be? You'd be nothing
more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it.

We're all born mad. Some remain so.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

I don’t say, one bodies the other

One’s spiritual truth;
But I do say it is hard to lose either,
When you have both.

Efficiency which
Strikes too streamlined for any doubt to pluck at it

For the one path of my flight is direct

Through the bones of the living.

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.

Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,

To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity.

Discuss the political complexities involved in whale hunting as reflected in A Whale for
the Killing and how Farley Mowat engages them.
The whales as a community of intelligent individuals