[…] he had never any stated hours for his dinner, supper, or sleep; because, said he, we ought to attend the calls of nature, and not set our appetites to our meals […]

Yesterday but one I located a number of them twisted matches in the floor sweepings of the Slade Arms; an' all that evenin' I sat there, watchin' the different men that came in an' had a drink an' a smoke; but I couldn't get onto no one. …

Despite the fact that we still don't know if I'll survive because of the gutshot, I still feel the trip was worth it.

White it glimmered, and the sea shimmered with star-mirrors in a silver net; cliffs of stone pale as ruel-bone in the moon-foam were gleaming wet.