I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me.

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move i…”

“She would not say of any one in the world that they were this or were that. She…”

“So, thought Septimus, looking up, they are signalling to me. Not indeed in actu…”

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”