Ellis Parker Butler,
The Sorry Tale of Hennery K. Lunk
(1918)
“ You are as tickled as if you had discovered a five-dollar gold-piece in an old vest. In a little while you walk the streets in a fog of long-forgotten memories. I say "fog" because it is all dim and dreamy and unreal. You are neither yourself nor the person you were twenty years before. You are like a Mohammed suspended between the floor of to-day and the ceiling of your youth, but as you hang suspended there the tracings on the ceiling grow clearer and clearer.I remember I walked down to the river and sat on the water-logged dock of the old ferry-boat Silas William. ”
