What is slang in one age sometimes goes into the vocabulary of the purist in the next. - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious; sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination.

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space— In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land—
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, a-gape, Shuddering in the gloaming light.
“I know not,” said the second Shape, “I only died last night!”