"A remarkable spiritual testament."

I discovered a new sport in deer-stalking...I have always had a clear view of how the game should be played...I was a professed scavenger, and shot only for the sake of the forest. I wanted to kill freaks like hummels and switch-horns and old back-going beasts that would perish in the next winter. I would gladly stalk a young royal, but when I got my sights behind his shoulder I would take off my cap to him and go home...Then I was in terror of wounding...I only once wounded a stag, and after a sleepless night I got him the following day.