There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
Hunting has opened the earth to me and let me sense the rhythms and hierarchies of nature.
Like the ski resort full of girls hunting for husbands and husbands hunting for girls, the situation is not as symmetrical as it might seem.
It is very strange, and very melancholy, that the paucity of human pleasures should persuade us ever to call hunting one of them.