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preached a sermon for every day in the 

 week. 



When I was five years old, and had 

 worn pants and a Garibaldi waist for at 

 least a year (it seemed to me like ten), 

 I put away childish things and became 

 a man. 



The particular event that marked the 

 change I shall always remember, for in 

 reality it was a veritable crossing of the 

 Rubicon, and the passion engendered on 

 that warm summer morning has gone 

 with me ever since. 



Over in the meadow, two stone's 

 throw from the house, was a little brook 

 where I went to play when I had 

 leave. 



This morning I found a pin, longer 

 and more pliable than its fellows, and 

 the spirit of Isaac Walton awoke within 

 me (the same Isaac that our fathers and 



