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Volume 077


Quotations From The Master of Adventure
Part II
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India B. Grow

Tarzan the Magnificent - A Strange Tale
I have seen the most beautiful woman in the world -- and the cruelest; and I even had the temerity to believe that I could bring her away with me, too; for I loved her.  I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life -- so nearly one that they are separated by only a glance, a gesture, a syllable.  I hate her with my mind; I love her with my body and my soul. 
Bear with me if I anticipate.  For me she is the beginning and the end -- the beginning and the end of everything; but I'll try to be more coherent and more chronological.
Tarzan Invincible "Betrayed"
Love is a gift of the gods.  Sometimes it is awarded as a recompense; sometimes as a punishment.  For me it has been a punishment, perhaps, but I would not have it otherwise.  I had nurtured it in my breast since first I met you; and without that love, however hopeless it may be, I should not care to live.
Tarzan and the Ant Men, Chapter VIII
Man alone of all the creations of God is universally hated and feared and
not only by the lower orders but by his own kind, for of them all man alone joys in the death of others -- the great coward who, of all creation, fears death the most.
Tarzan the Magnificent "Out of the Past"

Not far to the south, at the edge of the dry plain, another man swings easily toward the north.  No sign of fatigue or exhaustion here.  The bronze skin glows with health, full muscles glide beneath it.  The free gait, the noiseless tread might be those of Sheeta, the panther; but there is no slinking here.  It is the carriage of one who knows neither doubt nor fear, of a lord in his own domain.
He is encumbered by but a single garment, a loin-cloth of doe-skin.  A coil of grass rope is looped over one shoulder, behind the other hangs a quiver of arrows; a scabbarded knife swings at his hip; a bow and short spear complete his equipment.  A shock of black hair falls in disorder above serene, gray eyes,  eyes that can reflect the light of a summer sea or the flashing steel of a rapier.
The Resurrection of Jimber-Jaw, Chapter 5
Of what good is a mate in your country?  They are no different from men. The men smoke; the women smoke.  The men drink; the woman drink.  The men swear; the women swear.  They gamble -- they tell dirty stories -- they are out all night and cannot be fit to look after the caves and the children next day.  They are only good for one thing, otherwise they might as well be men.  One does not need to take a mate for what they can give -- not there.
The Return of Tarzan, Chapter XXII
Opar, the enchanted city of a dead and forgotten past.  The city of the beauties and the beasts.  City of horrors and death; but -- city of fabulous riches.
The Eternal Lover, Chapter 1, Part 1
She loves Nu now better than her very life, but if love is to walk at her side during a long life pride and respect must walk with it.
Tarzan and the Forbidden City [?]
The cruel, terrible, thousand-eyed thing that is a crowd.
The Son of Tarzan (Chapter XIV)
The jungle is my father and my mother.  It has been kinder to me than have me.  I am not afraid of the jungle.  Nor am I afraid of the leopard or the lion.  When my time comes I shall die.  It may be that a leopard or a lion shall killme, or it may be a tiny bug no bigger than the end of my littlest finger.  When the lion leaps upon me, or the little bug stings me I shall be afraid -- oh, then I shall be terribly afraid, I know; but life would be very miserable indeed were I to spend it in terror of the thing that has not yet happened.  If it be the lion my terror shall be short of life; but if it be the little bug I may suffer for days before I die.  And so I fear the lion least of all.  He is great and noisy.  I can hear him, or see him, or smell him in time to escape;
but any moment I may place a hand or foot on the little bug, and never know he is there until I feel his deadly sting.  No, I do not fear the jungle.  I love it.  I should rather die than leave it forever...

The Eternal Lover, Part II, Back to the Stone Age
...the more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculities of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.

Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar.  The Altar of the Flaming God
The voice seemed partly human, yet so hideous that it might well have emanated from the tortured through of a lost soul, writhing in the fires of Hell.

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