In all those faces how little life there seemed, how little individuality and animation! "When I was a small kid I used to live by the seashore," said the old man presently in his dry, emphatic tones.

"Many is the time I've stood and watched the tide coming in, and I never once saw it come in that it didn't go out again." "Then you believe that the tide is turning against Vetch ?" For a minute, while they sped on in the obscurity of a side street, Darrow meditated.
"No, sir, I ain't saying that much--not yet.

But the way I calculate is something like this.

Vetch came in on a wave of popular emotion, and a wave of popular emotion is just about like the tide of the sea.

It may rise a certain distance, but it can't stand still, and it can't go any farther.