If you want a rock and you say I am a rock, a rock I'll be, Linda.

But I know what you are, and what you will be to me when we really become the kind of friends we are destined to be." "I wonder now," said Linda, "if you are going to say that I could be any such lovely thing on the landscape as a bridge." "No," said Peter slowly, "nothing so prosaic.

Bridges are common in this world.

You are going to be something uncommon.

History records the experiences of but one man who has seen a flame in the open.