Can't I see, old man, how you're always anxious about me, and try to advise me to make my work better?
Do you suppose I don't think about that myself?
But you can't help me--you can't help me--not even you.

I must play my own hand alone in my own way.' 'Hear, hear,' from the Nilghai.
'What's the one thing in the Nilghai Saga that I've never drawn in the Nungapunga Book ?' Dick continued to Torpenhow, who was a little astonished at the outburst.
Now there was one blank page in the book given over to the sketch that Dick had not drawn of the crowning exploit in the Nilghai's life; when that man, being young and forgetting that his body and bones belonged to the paper that employed him, had ridden over sunburned slippery grass in the rear of Bredow's brigade on the day that the troopers flung themselves at Caurobert's artillery, and for aught they knew twenty battalions in front, to save the battered 24th German Infantry, to give time to decide the fate of Vionville, and to learn ere their remnant came back to Flavigay that cavalry can attack and crumple and break unshaken infantry.

Whenever he was inclined to think over a life that might have been better, an income that might have been larger, and a soul that might have been considerably cleaner, the Nilghai would comfort himself with the thought, 'I rode with Bredow's brigade at Vionville,' and take heart for any lesser battle the next day might bring.
'I know,' he said very gravely.

'I was always glad that you left it out.' 'I left it out because Nilghai taught me what the Germany army learned then, and what Schmidt taught their cavalry.

I don't know German.
What is it?
"Take care of the time and the dressing will take care of itself." I must ride my own line to my own beat, old man.' 'Tempe ist richtung.