Sportin’ Risk

“I’m like an old golf ball; I’ve had all the white paint knocked off me long ago. Life can whack me about now, and it can’t leave a mark. But a sportin’ risk, young fellah, that’s the salt of existence. Then it’s worth livin’ again. We’re all gettin’ a deal too soft and dull and comfy. Give me the great waste lands and the wide spaces with a gun in my fist and somethin’ to look for that’s worth findin’.”

-The Lost World

Arthur Conan Doyle

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