This is often followed by a natural depression, sleepiness, and reaction.

But that view never changes, and I know you will say the same.

A florid, effervescent, rhapsodical style seems irresistible.

One man of uncommon business ability and particularly level head caught the spirit of the place, and wrote that "the most practical and unpoetical minds, too, come here and go away, as they afterward gingerly admit, carrying with them the memory of sunsets emblazoned in gold and crimson upon cloud, sea, and mountain; of violet promontories, sails, and lighthouses etched against the orange of a western sky; of moonlight silvering breeze-rippled breadths of liquid blue; of distant islands shimmering in sun-lit haze; of sunrises with crowns of glory chasing the vapory, fleece-like shadows from the wet, irridescent beach, and silhouetting the fishermen's sails in the opalescent tints of a glassy sea." Some temperaments may not be affected at all.

But the first morning I felt like leaping a five-barred fence, and the next like lying down anywhere and sleeping indefinitely.