He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away. - Joseph Conrad

My task is to make you hear, to make you feel,and, above all, to make you see. That is all, and it is everything.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

O youth! The strenght of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it! (...) I think of her with pleasure, with affection, with regret - as you would think of some one dead you have loved. I shall never forget her.... Pass the bottle.