We can't see him from here." Presley wondered at the heedlessness of leaving the sheep so slightly guarded, but made no comment, and the two started off across the field in the direction of the Mission church.
"Well, yes, it is there--your epic," observed Vanamee, as they went along.

"But why write?
Why not LIVE in it?
Steep oneself in the heat of the desert, the glory of the sunset, the blue haze of the mesa and the canyon." "As you have done, for instance ?" Vanamee nodded.
"No, I could not do that," declared Presley; "I want to go back, but not so far as you.

I feel that I must compromise.

I must find expression.
I could not lose myself like that in your desert.

When its vastness overwhelmed me, or its beauty dazzled me, or its loneliness weighed down upon me, I should have to record my impressions.