The best that can be said of my life so far is that it has been industrious, and the best that can be said of me is that I have not pretended to what I was not.
"October 10.

As soon as I had run through the computations roughly for the comet, so as to make up my mind that by my own observations (which were very wrong) the Perihelion was passed, and nothing more to be hoped for from observations, I seized upon a pleasant day and went to the Cape for an excursion.

We went to Yarmouth, Sandwich, and Plymouth, enjoying the novelty of the new car-route.

It really seemed like railway travelling on our own island, so much sand and so flat a country.
"The little towns, too, seemed quaint and odd, and the old gray cottages looked as if they belonged to the last century, and were waked from a long nap by the railway whistle.
"I thought Sandwich a beautiful, and Plymouth an interesting, town.

I would fain have gone off into some poetical quotation, such as 'The breaking waves dashed high' or 'The Pilgrim fathers, where are they ?' but K., who had been there before, desired me not to be absurd, but to step quietly on to the half-buried rock and quietly off.