Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

“Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy phy…”

“He stretched out his arms towards the dark water in a curious way, and,far as I…”

“Most of the big shore places were closed now. And there were hardly any lights …”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”