But if ever my …

But if ever my belief in myself should utterly fail me. If the day should come when my struggle for my individual Right should wear me threadbare of further effort, then I should come to a garden place where the sky would ever be blue above me, where my feet would press soil as vernal and virgin as I could find, where, below me, under white cliff’s, the sea could sing me its immemorial lullaby.  I think, there must, at one time or another, have been sailors in my family. For the sea pounds in my veins with a tune I still remember … and I know that I could not have remembered it in this life I have lived

Rudolph Valentino

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