"Eight. They were a little like shooting pigeons at the club."
"They break away much faster than pigeons."
"I think it just seems that way because of the clatter and because they are smaller. Nothing breaks away faster than a really strong racing pigeon."
"My I'm glad we're here instead of shooting at the club."
"I am too. I wonder if I can go back there."
"I don't know," I said. "I think maybe not."
"There are an awful lot of things I'm not sure I can go back to."
"I wish we didn't have to go back at all. I wish we didn't have any property nor any possessions nor any responsibilities. I wish we only owned a safari outfit and a good hunting car and two good trucks."
"Everybody you know would come and visit you and go on free safaris," Miss Mary said. "I'd be the most popular hostess under canvas in the world. I know just how it would be. People would turn up in their private planes and the pilot would get out and open the door for the man and then the man would say, 'Bet you can't tell me who I am. I'll bet you don't remember me. Who am I?' Sometime somebody is going to say that and I'm going to ask Charo for my bunduki and shoot the man right straight between the eyes."