In the matter of beds all ships have been badly edited, ignorantly edited, from the beginning.

The selection of the beds is given to some hearty, strong-backed, self-made man, when it ought to be given to a frail woman accustomed from girlhood to backaches and insomnia.

Nothing is so rare, on either side of the ocean, as a perfect bed; nothing is so difficult to make.

Some of the hotels on both sides provide it, but no ship ever does or ever did.

In Noah's Ark the beds were simply scandalous.