D. Attenborough, Life in Cold Blood 252

But his face was a face of such happiness that, had you seen it, you would have understood indeed how that he had died happy, never knowing that cool and streaming silver for the duckweed in the pond.

You’ve heard the last of Matthew and Otto – at least as Atlantic storm names.

You have black nightdreams, I know, for I have sat by you as you slept and heard you talk and seen your terror, which would soon destroy you if you could recall it, as one night showed.