George Sylvester Viereck

“ Now and then a wavelet stole far into the beach, as if to caress him, but pined away ere it could reach its goal. It was as if the enamoured sea was stretching out its arms to him. Who knows, perhaps through the clear water some green-eyed nymph, or a young sea-god with the tang of the sea in his hair, was peering amorously at the boy's red mouth. The people of the deep love the red warm blood of human kind. It is always the young that they lure to their watery haunts, never the shrivelled limbs that totter shivering to the grave. ”

“ One single article to which he signed his name only with reluctance had brought to him more gear than a series of golden sonnets.
“Surely,” he thought, “the social revolution ought to begin from above. What right has the bricklayer to grumble when he receives for a week's work almost more than I for a song?”
Thus soliloquising, he reached the dining-room. ”