This sort of sea life is charged with an indestructible charm.

There is no weariness, no fatigue, no worry, no responsibility, no work, no depression of spirits.

There is nothing like this serenity, this comfort, this peace, this deep contentment, to be found anywhere on land.

If I had my way I would sail on for ever and never go to live on the solid ground again.
One of Kipling's ballads has delivered the aspect and sentiment of this bewitching sea correctly: "The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue; There aren't a wave for miles an' miles Excep' the jiggle from the screw." April 14.

It turns out that the astronomical apprentice worked off a section of the Milky Way on me for the Magellan Clouds.