Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
The Ball and the Cross — XII: The Desert Island
(1909)
“ Then we could leave one copy on the island whatever happens to us and put another in an empty bottle and send it out to sea, as they do in the books.""A good idea," said Turnbull, "and now let us finish unpacking."As MacIan, a tall, almost ghostly figure, paced along the edge of sand that ran round the islet, the purple but cloudy poetry which was his native element was piled up at its thickest upon his soul. The unique island and the endless sea emphasized the thing solely as an epic. ”
