I must quit my subject, though much against my will, for hark, the bell sounds, my candle is burnt out, and I have not so much as a flint to strike a light, so I must go to bed, and there dream or meditate till to-morrow.

Yesterday, upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away[…]

Such conditions are unfavourable for the installation and flourishment of a fauna and flora over longer periods of time.

He tapped out the dottle on the deck, locked the steering oar in position, and commenced repacking his pipe.