Oh, I've been there, too, and looked out over the immortal sea.

Lieber Gott, what a sea, where we all come from, and where we all go to! We're just playing on the sand where the waves have cast us up for one little hour.

Oh, the pleasant warm sand and the play! How I love it." He got out of his chair stretching himself, as Mrs.Falbe passed into the house, and gave a hand on each side to Michael and Sylvia.
"Ah, it was a good thing I just caught that train at Victoria nearly a year ago," he said.

"If I had been five seconds later, I should have missed it, and so I should have missed my friend, and Sylvia would have missed hers, and Mike would have missed his.

As it is, here we all are.
Behold the last remnant of my German sentimentality evaporates, but I am filled with a German desire for beer.