`` Mr. Morgan, it's the best-looking food I ever saw ''.

I saw you driftin away -- but I tried.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

I saw the pony fall like a stone and the young warrior flew over its head, bouncing like a rubber ball.

I saw Little Billy rise and fire almost point blank and an Indian's face became shattered flesh and bone.

I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.

`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.

With distaste I saw him assume a pompous air.

When I went for my interview with the director I saw why.

`` I never saw him.

Then I saw the father's head slightly turn ; ;

Suddenly a treble auto horn tootley-toot-tootled, and, thumbing hopefully, I saw emergent in windshield flash: red lips, streaming silk of blonde hair and -- ah, trembling confusion of hope, apprehension, despair -- the leering face of old Herry.

When I fell on my back, I saw a vulture hovering.

Looking back I saw a gray-haired man getting out of his halted car and trying to read our license number.

I saw Johnson's bottle snatched from his hand, saw it go in a swirl of foam just behind the second car.

One Monday morning I saw him approach the store with a woman and introduce me to her as my new Aunt.

And that is the way I first saw her when my Uncle brought her into his antique store.

I thought I saw a faint surge of color rise to her neck and quickly suffuse her cheeks.

His letter had suggested we meet at my hotel at noon on Sunday, and I came into the lobby as the clock struck twelve.

`` Dear Miss Steichen: It is a very good letter you send me -- softens the intensity of this guerilla warfare I am carrying on up here.

The result was that I found myself in the ridiculous position of having made a formal engagement by letter for the next week, only two days before my departure from London.

In his letter mentioning Shakespeare on January 24, 1597/8, Sturley asked Quiney especially that `` theare might ( be ) bi Sir Ed. Grev. some meanes made to the Knightes of the Parliament for an ease and discharge of such taxes and subsedies wherewith our towne is like to be charged, and I assure u I am in great feare and doubte bi no meanes hable to paie.

Sturley on November 4 answered a letter from Quiney written on October 25 which imported, wrote Sturley, `` that our countriman Mr. Wm. Shak. would procure us monei: which I will like of as I shall heare when, wheare & howe: and I prai let not go that occasion if it mai sort to ani indifferent condicions.

But I was deeply moved by his letter of resignation as rector of St. Luke's Church in Atlanta.

-- In reply to a letter in Today's `` Voice '' urging the sale of meat after 6 p.m., I wish to state the other side of the story.

-- I concur most heartily with today's letter on the futility of writing to Sen. Dirksen and Sen. Douglas.

I lived to see an envelope of hers in the morning mail and to lock myself in my room in the afternoon to reread her letter for the tenth time and finally prepare an answer.

The night after reading her letter about her surgeon uncle -- it must have been late in September -- I had a vision of myself returned in ragged uniform from The Front, nearly dying, my head bandaged and blooded, and Jessica bending over me, the power of her love bringing me back to life.

When in one letter Jessica informed me that her father did not like the idea of her going out alone on New Year's Eve, I knew for a moment an immense relief ; ;

`` I wrote Bill in my last letter to forget that I had told him that I didn't mean to reconsider my decision not to change my mind -- and he seems to have misunderstood me ''.

After Gagarin became the Greatest Man in the World, for a nation that does not believe in the cult of personality or in careerism, Moreland wrote me a letter in which he said: `` I am not interested in how long a bee can live in a vacuum, or how far it can fly.

Those whom I wish to address with this letter are for the most part unknown to me.

A Reb stationed near Petersburg informed his mother: `` I need not tell you that I dodge pretty often for you can see that very plainly by the blots in this letter.

I would tell them I got a letter from home stating that five of my Negroes had runaway and ten of Pappy's.

In a similar vein, but writing from the opposite side, Thomas Taylor, a private in the 6th Alabama Volunteers, in a letter to his wife, stated: `` you know that my heart is with you but I never could have been satisfied to have staid at home when my country is invaded by a thievin foe, by a set of cowardly skunks whose motto is Booty.

`` I could use some help '', Morgan said finally, `` but I can't afford to pay you anything.

I guess you'd better go on in the morning ''.

`` I've been mucking in a mine in the San Juan, but I used to work on a ranch.

`` I know '', Jones said dejectedly.

You fell down in front of the house, and I carried you in.

I gave you a drink and then you went to sleep ''.

`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.

It's not much of a meal, but it's what I eat ''.

When they were finally satisfied, Jones said, `` I think he's going to give us work ''.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

`` I mean, we don't have any way to get there and we can't expect you to quit work just to take us to town ''.

`` I get up early.

He stopped, embarrassed, and Morgan said, `` I understand that, but I don't savvy why you'd go off and leave your jobs in the first place ''.

I believed him.

I didn't understand why, Clay.

`` All my life '', he said, `` I tried.

I tried.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

God in Heaven, I can't refuse you now.

There's someone there I have to see.