Character: Tarzan

“Civilized skills, God forbid,” grumbled Tarzan. - The rules of the jungle do not allow pointless cruelty. There we kill for food, out of self-defense, or fighting for our girlfriends and protecting the young. Always, as you see, in full agreement with our highest natural law. And here! Fi! Your cultured person is more cruel than animals. He kills as a joke, and worse, he uses a sense of blogging, a sense of brotherhood, to lure his victim.

The conditions in which I grew up and was brought up instilled in me the consciousness that in a person, as in an animal, only that which develops his spiritual and physical prowess is valuable. And I just as willingly acknowledge Kala as my mother, as I do the poor, unhappy little Englishwoman who died a year after she gave birth to me. Cala, wild and cruel, was always kind to me in her own way. I must have been feeding on her hairy chest since the day my mother died. She fought for me with the wild inhabitants of the forest and with members of her own tribe with all the fury of genuine motherly love. And I, for my part, I loved her too, Paul. And he himself did not understand how much he loved until the merciless spear and poisoned arrows of the black Kulonga took her away from me. I was still a child then, and I threw myself on a lifeless corpse and sobbed in despair, as a child sobs over its own mother. To you, my friend, she would seem a disgusting, ugly creature, but I found her beautiful - this is how love transforms what you love.

God! he said to himself. - They are all the same. They cheat, kill, lie, deceive, and all this because of what the animals of the jungle would refuse: because of the money that can give them the refined pleasures of the weak. Wretched habits make them slaves to their unhappy fate, and they are firmly convinced that they are the kings of creation, enjoying the only precious thing in life.

A fool is one who does an act without any reason.

Everyone laughed, except for D'Arnot. He alone knew how logical and serious this reason was in the mouth of the ape-man.

- Tarzan! Thank God you're alive!.. You idiot! Do you realize what you're...
Yeah!
What? You pulled the hair of an elephant?
And because of this much noise?! I have a bunch of them on my tail.

- Look, kid, we're having a little problem...
- What I need to do?
- Well... ha ha... this is so stupid...
What?
Well... you have to get... hair.
- Hair?
Yeah. [in the distance an elephant trumpeting] an Elephant hair.

If you believe on destiny hope
We are all one family,
Let them live there, and then
Two of the world, you and me.

Cookies and candy the kids find in the cupboard immediately, as little dogs, trained to search for drugs.

In childhood we drew the poor with multi-colored square patches, sewn on to clothes big stitches. And I painted trolls. I didn't know that between the poor and trolls is a significant difference, some seemed sad, others scary, that's all.
Now I know that we poor trolls a lot in common. For example, the fact that people don't believe in our existence.