अगर इंसानी समझ में कोई भूल हुई है, तो वह इंसान मैं ही हूँ।
If there is an error of human judgment, I am the human.
If there is an error of human judgment, I am the human.
लॉस एंजिल्स एक ऐसी जगह थी जो मेरे दिल के बिल्कुल करीब थी। यहाँ के लोग बहुत मेहमाननवाज़ थे। इस जगह ने मुझे वैसे ही आकर्षित किया जैसे उन मूल अमेरिकियों (रेडियंस) को किया था जिन्होंने सबसे पहले रहने के लिए इस जगह को चुना था। लॉस एंजिल्स नदी एक सुंदर, साफ़-सुथरी छोटी सी धारा थी जिसके दोनों किनारों पर विलो के पेड़ थे। यह मुझे इतनी भाई कि यह तुरंत मेरे जीवन की पूरी योजना का केंद्र बन गई, मैं इससे बेहद प्यार करने लगा था।
Los Angeles was a place after my own heart. The people were hospitable. The country had the same attraction for me that it had for the Indians who originally chose this spot as their place to live. The Los Angeles River was a beautiful, limpid little stream, with willows on its banks. It was so attractive to me that it at once became something about which my whole scheme of life was woven, I loved it so much.
Los Angeles was a place after my own heart. The people were hospitable. The country had the same attraction for me that it had for the Indians who originally chose this spot as their place to live. The Los Angeles River was a beautiful, limpid little stream, with willows on its banks. It was so attractive to me that it at once became something about which my whole scheme of life was woven, I loved it so much.