What an ecstasy of unreality! Boat and ferryman seemed some exquisite animate medallion of another age.
Garry could have told him it was the way he saw his pictures, romantic in his utter abandon, but Garry was not there and Kenny with his head in the clouds rushed on to his doom.

The punt was a fairy boat sailing him over a silver river to Hy Brazil, the Isle of Delight.

Ah! Hy Brazil! You saw it on clear days and it receded when you followed.

It was a melancholy thought and true.

The madness never lasted.
There are those for whom the present is merely anticipation of the future or reminiscence of the past.